The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic 

As I stop the engine, Carmella pokes out her hip, crosses her arms and impatiently taps her foot. 

I shake my head lightly as I unbuckle my seatbelt. This won’t be anything like smooth sailing. 

“Babe,” I say to her, shutting the car door as I step out, 

“Don’t call me that She purses her lips, still tapping her foot. 

Getting closer to her, I nod to myself at the expected response from her. “I knew you’d say something like that.” 

“If you knew I would, why did you bother calling me that?” 

“Because that’s who you are to me.” 

When I stop right in front of her and try to reach for her hand. She pulls it back and looks to the side. It’s obvious she’s still mad at me. I need to make her understand all this. 

“Look, about what happened at the hospital-” 

“I don’t even want to hear it!” She places the palm of her hand inny face, as if to block out the sight of me. 

“Can you at least listen to what I have to say?” 

“No” She drops her hand, finally letting me see her face that’s turned red from how furious sp all of this!” 

“That bitch is to blame for 

From the first time I met Vanessa in that suite up until this point there have been several moments she’s grown holder and more daring. I can’t even get over how I was unable to pick up Cannella from the airport in the morning because of my parents coming over. 

She obviously enjoyed making me do things for her and keeping me away from Carmella. 

That being said, this is a different situation and this is one of the few times I need to make Carmella understand. 

“While I wish that were true,” I pause as I get closer and place my hand on her shoulder to calm her down, “Vanessa has nothing to do with what happened to Jimmy” 

“Oh, please! Don’t even start with that” She grunts irritatingly as she steps back and pushes my hand off her shoulder. “How is she not to blame for this?” 

As ridiculous as this will get, I’m curious to hear what she has to say about Vanessa. I cross my arms, being patient with her. 

Giving her a nod, I say, “Fine, tell me why she’s to blame.” 

“Can’t you see it? These accidents have only happened whenever want to be with you. First, it was her own stupid leg and now it’s this boy!” 

I already told you that his name’s Jimmy.” 

“I don’t care what his name is. She planned everything just to keep us apart.” 

“Whatever you’re thinking, again, Vanessa’s not at fault here. Lego inside and just calm down. It’s been a crazy three hours for me.” 

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“Because you chose to go to the freaking hospital instead of coming to me?” 

“Can you have some compassion? Jimmy was badly injured and for a moment, I didn’t know what was going to happen to him. You should’ve seen the way he-” 

“I don’t give a shit about him!” 

After she yells it out, I tilt my head in disbelief, taking a few steps back as I process it. She doesn’t take it back and stands on it her expression evident of that and right now, I’m so disappointed 

“Did you just say that?” 1 sigh heavily 

“Yes, I really don’t give a shit about him. What do I have to do with that little boy? This whole shit ruined our night together! We were supposed to celebrate, but instead, you chose to go to him. Is he more important than me?” 

For as long as I can remember, she’s never seemed too enthusiastic about the orphanage and children’s hospital. Each time.. I’ve only let it go because she never said it out loud, but now that she’s done it, I have a wave of emotions running through me right now, 

“Well? Are you just going to stand there? Answer me! Is that boy to important that you chose to go to him first? Couldn’t the doctors and nurses take care of him?” 

Facing the pavement. I take out my car keys and unlock the car. I don’t think I should be here right now, How could you say such a thing?” I’m unable to hide my disappointment as I look up at her. 

As soon as I begin to approach the car, she rushes to me and holds onto my arm. 

“Babe, wait!” Her voice is suddenly laced with desperation. 

“Get off of me.” I gently push 

push her away and get in the car. 

She bangs against the window and bursts into tears as she begs me to stay, but I don’t even want to look at her right now. I’m more than disappointed. 

As I drive out of the open gate, I spot her in my rearview mirror sunning after my car until she sits on the pavement and bawls her eyes out. 

I’ve let a lot of things go in the past, but not this time. 

Vanessa 

It’s morning now and ever since I opened my eyes, I keep looking down at the floor. I slept right near the edge of the bed so I wouldn’t struggle whenever I had to get off. 

It was also difficult during the night as I did my best not to toss and turn too much. I felt if I did that, I would only inflict more pain on myself. 

Now that the morning’s here, I have to go to the bathroom. 

I do want to hop on one leg because that worked well for me the previous night, but I also want to try standing up on both just to see how I feel 

er every time I think about the pain that could come out of this, it’s made me a little hesitant. 

However 

Finally, I gather the strength, push the covers to the side, step my feet on the plush carpet. As soon as I stand up, I instantly fall forward with wide eyes and mouth open. I still feel the pain, but it’s not as bad as yesterday. 

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I even laugh at myself for thinking I could heal so quickly. 

When I pick myself off the floor, I hop on one leg, go to the bathroom and do my morning routine. 

Then, I find myself thinking about the little boy who had an accelent. I may not know him, but I wonder how he’s doing. He’s probably in a worse state than I’m in. 

Once I’m out of the bathroom and turn on my phone, the message notifications go off several times. I’m not even surprised. They’re from those close to me and everyone’s hoping I feel better today. I reply to each of them with a warm smile. 

Even Justin, Dominic’s younger brother, has sent me a message. While he’s a great business man, he’s a playboy and isn’t afraid to show it 

Before I even finish replying to all my messages, I feel like having something to eat. 

I don’t want to shower just yet because it might be difficult hopping on one foot while stepping on the wet floor. I could be in the bathtub but I fear it won’t be any different, 

Since I want something quick, I call one of the butlers and give him instructions on how exactly I want my breakfast. 

While I wait for it, I sit right on the edge of my bed, stretching out my bad leg so it doesn’t come in contact with the bed. 

I turn on the television but find myself glancing at my phone a few times. I wonder if I should call Dominic or not just for an update at the hospital. In the end, I decide not to do it. He’s probably in the middle of something with Carmella 

When my food is brought to me, the builer stands before me with his head low, his hands with white gloves behind his back. 

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“What would Mr Richards like to have for breakfast?” he asks Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

His question makes me raise my eyebrows, “My husband’s home 

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