The Billionaire Transient Wife

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Lately, she was just not into socializing and it was now a problem because all she could see inside her walk-in closet were just shirts-a

nally found the one labeled DRESSES. Opening the box, she heaved a sigh of relief that the plastic coverings were still intact. She took a black evening dress which she only wore once, closed the box before she saw another one which would just create further confusion, and ran back upstairs. It was already

d no other jewelries since they made her itch, and waited for her future husband to ring her door. She doubted a

ound indicated his arrival. Grabbing her blac

s lower down her knees and looked him over. He didn't look bad himself, dressed in black tuxedo and dark gra

dryly. "Do we reall

main reason why we'

ed, "Your

All you have to do is pretend you're

etting your share of the inherit

y happens in movies, my dear future wife.

only reason

ir conversation now ended. She stepped out and locked her door. He

er tracks as he opene

w?" he asked rat

tgun," she shook

hy

him the reason, and she n

s, alright? If you don't want to go, you don't really have a c

ely. "No, it's not that. I

aiming, "Fine!" He slammed the passenger door that caused h

inside. Once again, the door slammed beside her a

sped off. Cassandra leaned back against her seat and closed

reathe," she uttered when she

forward and her head almost slammed ag

h riding shotgun and fast cars?"

in a small voice. God, how sh

me you hav

cut him off, accepting the

as he turned back and started down the

lip's temper could be easily ignited. We'll have a probl

**

n a hurry before anyone saw her climbing out of the back of the car which she

s key to the valet. He grabbed her hand and placed it on th

hy

d, leading her inside the elegant restaurant that glittered wit

hree people-one man and two women-on the far side of the carpeted room. Soft jazz m

Cassandra readied her smile, trying her might to remember that it should reach her ey

she almost snorted. His left hand went to cover her hand that was clutching the crook of his ar

" Philip spoke with a touch of joy in every word it was a

beamed at

ngly with glimmer in her eyes, "You're as beautiful as Philip said." Cassandra looked at Philip with an amused frown and he just shrugged, looking at everyone around with a

g at his wife. He transferred his gaze to her with a warm smile and added, "It's goo

ave been telling them you are always busy with your work." His voice was so gentle she almost doubted if the man s

r throat and spoke, "

y, "In case anyone forgot about me, I'm still here," she smiled contentedly, her blue eyes told Cassa

her, "Philip has told me about you," she looked around the table and added, "all of yo

l voice said. And as if on cue, a waiter appeared carrying their food, "My dear," she

s doing an amazing act on being the perfect gentleman by placing her own napkin on her lap and even showed some sweet performance by tucking some of her stray blond hair behind her ear that sent s

husband asked the group once

Mary rolled her eyes. "S

Angelica will be with her,"

de Cassandra, "Why

n her eyes flickered to Cassandra and she sa

idea what they were talk

er, they couldn't be supermodels at all-they could be superstars from Hollywood-with their perfect hair and dresses and heels and legs. The shorter of the two must be Chanty because her hair was just

uck face, had an expression ranging from disapproval to annoyance. Cassandra realized their eyes were focused only at Chanty's

d directly towards Philip and without warning kissed him fully

ed and her jaw droppe