The Billionaire’s Angel In Disguise

neck and turned t

? Stop being so naive and leave it to me. I kn

r kindness, Ivy was already ransacki

ad proof a

me time, she ran int

Sensing his racing heartbeat, she wondered if it was out of anger o

f us in summer from five y

a picture in his face, he sn

im opened old wounds as he looked

with her leeching family members. “What do you want? Money? Name your price and get out of my hou

ong time, which I regret with every breath in me, but I heard she has a child. He’s m

is bullshit sob story. Justin doesn’t need you. He has a

shed as she inhaled his cider scent, it sti

ave before I snap that little neck o

ins out later. I’ll only leave whe

crying like an innocent baby. Elena ha

nned looks at her. Neither Ivy, who humiliated her, nor Mateo, w

, “This must be a soap opera, but I’m the mastermind and you’re the

izing what a grave mist

Ivy turned to him. “Pleas

, he mistook her troubl

nything stupid around my son or hurt her because you’l

ned any of Isabel’s family over the years. How come you’re here no

m mine? Quit dreaming, he’ll never choose a tramp like you over m

it got late, Ivy was allowed to stay for the night

oughout the night, and she knew he

rned her not to mention just one name. ‘Isabel’, whet

ck hurtful memories, and she hated her

oodnight. “Is Daddy not giving me a goodnight kiss today?” He as

when Daddy comes, okay pumpkin? She lied, and he no

oubles that would come her way. Meanwhile, she wondered

g on her bed, thoughts of Ivy’s motives filled

Justin ready for school. Brushing his teeth, washing his hair in the showe

’t show up the entire time to see the

in good morning. It was his best part of the morning, the only time she ever

ied and went to

“Justin’s about to leave for school.” She called

d. The moment she turned around, the door l

didn’t want to disturb you.” She said

ndone halfway to his hard rock chest, his jet-blac

, he looked as if he had had a brawl

g inside, he didn’t stagger for once, and she wond

him in, she saw a pile of whiskey bottles on the mahogan

le him. Maybe he was

asked, facing her with ar

ds choked her throat when he began u

read an article where it was termed impossible to have eight p

He boomed, and she jumped in her skin

I need to get sober.” He slurred into her ear and her brea

ven now that I’m your contract husband?” He asked.

k to Justin.” She stammered, feelin

me repeat myself.” He warned. But he

ered when he snuggled he

rembling. How could she not? When he was doing things to her stomach and he

The tiny voice in her head scolded, and fo

y was hot all over, and she lowered he

sual icy tone. It was almost unbelievable that he had clung on

she was prepared to leave, but she halted whe

hair was packed into a messy bun. She looked simple but beautiful

if it’s not the slutty nanny?” She mocked

hear her, she felt ignored, mak

can!” She yelled, edging closer to grab a