Billionaire's Wife

Prince out of fairytale

“Are you fine…my daughter? Did not we talk about it...we talk about it, right? I have selected you for your tolerance and endurance…don’t let me see anything else. Remember…it’s a job.” His grey eyes were large and intimidating while the last of his words were ringing in my head. It was as if I was hypnotized at the moment and couldn’t move. At that very precise moment, I knew I had gotten into some real s**t.

I heard someone coming in and looked up to notice a woman. “Mia…here is my daughter. I trust you,” My feet were so cold when I stood up and followed Mia out of the room.

“Hello…I will be your assistant…and I am really sorry we don’t have time to know each other more. But anything you don’t feel comfortable with…you tell me.” I stared into the eyes of the lady who seemed very empathetic.

How much I wanted to bawl when I only shook my head in no before managing. “I want to get fresh…give me a minute,” I said before getting to the bathroom while some tears slipped off my cheek.

There was one thing Mr. Lucca was so wrong about. I didn’t have any tolerance or endurance. I knew I was so weak and quit easily. I…I am only human…and…and all of those hectic duties and demands I followed for him were only because he was paying me well. And, I had mouths to feed. How difficult it was for him to understand.

I am going to tell him that I am backing off. He can’t say that marriage is a job…I wasn’t here to sell myself. I thought splashing water on my face and combed my hair into a ponytail before heading out to only find Mia telling me. “Honey…we really don’t have time.” This made me realize how rude it would be to back off at this moment when his house had guests.

I followed Mia to one of the rooms that were in the west wing of the mansion. I had never been here but all of the people here seemed to be assisting Mia. I took the seat while Mia only told me to trust her. She suggested me to straighten my hair that I politely denied. I didn’t want to have any more services but the way she gelled my hair and set them up in a side braid. I loved that. If not anything I will be taking out the girls to have something nice in this hairdo.

The red dress seemed too bold with its vibrant colour. Of course, it was going to gain a lot of attention. I liked the perfume and hoped there were not many people. Mr. Winston came to look for me at the exact moment I turned to look at myself in the mirror. There wasn’t much makeup as Mia was positive that enhancing my natural features was enough. I don’t know but the more Mia praised my appearance I was getting more perplexed.

“I will take her from here,” Mr. Winston said making me look at him. I nodded a thank you to Mia and her people when she said,

“Stay confident honey. Today is your day.” She said making me smile at her before I followed Mr. Winston who had a very grim face today.

No worries, Julie. You can deal with this. But if you didn’t get to see his son here too there is definitely something wrong.

Mr. Winston opened the door for me and I get in to notice a huge dining area with almost everyone sitting except some people next to Mr. Lucca. Seeing that there were not many people invited was a relief but everyone seemed important and close to the family. My eyes stopped looking at the man who had a little girl in his arms and was the only person smiling genuinely. It feels like I have seen him somewhere when I got the attention of some people as I walked in including the person having the girl in his hands and also seemed youngest in the crowd. I stared at the men sitting wondering who was Mr. Lucca’s son.

I intended to walk to Mr. Lucca but I don’t know why I kept staring at the audience and the next thing I know I was staring at the same person who was carrying the girl a moment ago but it looked like he was walking to me. His eyes, his aura, and his all shaved face suited him well but realizing I was staring a lot at him I got my eyes to the other people in the room to only find that man beside me and that got a chill ran into my spine before I heard, “Follow me,”

I was shaken badly the moment I felt his hand on mine while his other hand came to rest on my waist. I followed him staring at Mr. Lucca but was relieved when he took me to sit beside Mr. Lucca.

“Where is your family?” The same grey-eyed hunk took the seat beside and asked with a soft smile. I was still stunned by getting his attention when I felt a hand pressing mine.

“You look so beautiful,” I heard Mr. Lucca say and got my attention to him when he clinked his glass afterwards.

“May I have your attention, please?... I am so indebted to all of you to gather here to witness my son’s engagement. He…is always busy and I am really proud to have a son like him. But it is high time that he got someone beside him that not only compliments him but also stays by his side when I won’t be around…” Ok…so the guy was not widowed or divorced but who was that man. I turn to look at the audience who had their eyes solely on Mr. Lucca but my view was mostly interrupted by the same person sitting right beside me. He was listening to Mr. Lucca with a sweet smile and a calm face. I looked at the arrangement on the table that was huge and was adorned exceptionally with the small square candles. And, the moment my eyes fell on the rings I was stunned. That was one beautiful ring but…but…if it was the price of selling me I didn’t want that. Nobody would want that. You don't think of caging yourself at only twenty-three.

Later everyone started clapping except the person sitting right next to me. And, the moment I saw him mouthing a thank you to Mr. Lucca, I connected all the dots. I couldn’t look away from his sharp jaw that added more to his charm and muscularity. His trimmed hair, his smile, his spectacles…but I wonder why not any girl would love to marry him. Why his father was offering anyone one million dollars to marry him? He…he was perfect. Someone…someone way out of my league.

I was reluctant to get my hand out for the ring exchange but the women sitting in front of me had huge smiles on. And, I knew everything could wait.

I heard one of the women talking about how considerate he was about the kids and orphan kids at that. I don’t know why but it was getting my breaths low. I stared at my fiance who seemed busy in talks with Mr. Hashimi. He seemed too unreal to be true. As if he has stepped out of some fairytale. Seeing people here talk about how to help foster kids and climate made me feel so right on. I was the girl growing up in an orphanage and I knew how much those kids needed families. The guy I still didn’t know what his name was seemed informed enough about everything. He didn’t look at me afterwards and I couldn’t stop looking at him but got utterly embarrassed when he caught me. And, the moment he offered me a smile at my shameless act I felt my heart swell. But it only stayed for the trace of the second as he seemed busy in the talks the next moment. Was I in love? Hell no...but he was like an expansive gift someone was offering me and I was having second thoughts wondering if it was a scam.

“You are so lucky, Julie. Matteo is a very shy and considerate person. I hope you like my gifts…” The woman was Mrs. Hashimi from what I gathered so far.

After almost half an hour later, Mr. and Mrs. Hashimi were talking about the portraits the dining hall had. I wasn’t very much interested and it seems Mrs. Hashimi too.

“You are very lucky, Julie. I hope my husband can be half sensitive about the things Matt cares about.” I don’t know why I smiled. I looked at Matt…his name was Matt or Matteo. And, he seemed very…very…busy talking in the German language now.

“Yes…he is amazing.” I just knew that. Anybody would know that for looking at him for a few seconds.

“Don’t get it wrong but the guys who seemed shy and geeks are really good in bed.” Mrs. Hashimi’s sister added and both laughed while I knew I was getting my ears red. I don’t know why I turn to look at Matt but find him busy talking.

I really wanted to ask him why he was marrying with his father’s wishes. He didn’t lack anything at all. Was he too shy and busy all the time to not choose a wife for him? Well, that sounds too unreal so there were definitely other reasons.

“When’s the wedding?” Mrs. Hashimi asked and I knew I had to come up with something that sounds genuine.

“You know his work…we will definitely let you know…” I tried to cover and was shivering inside realizing how quickly I made this up. I don’t know what he will think of me.

“Mr. Lucca wants to talk to you,” I was called by Mr. Winston and followed him to the far corner.

“Yes, Mr. Lucca…” He raised his brows and I knew what he meant but I refused to call him dad from what he did in the morning.

“I am sorry…ok?” He said making my raging nerves relax.

“…I thought you will back off. You see how much of an embarrassment it could be…” He added and I wonder he could be polite this much in the morning too but he chose not to.

“It’s fine...but…I…don’t have much tolerance. It’s just…I respect you a lot Mr. Lucca…I...” He raised his brows again and I gulped hard and took my time before adding. “…dad.”

“Your mother called to look for you. It seems urgent.” I narrowed my eyes on him and wonder what it was.

“I kind of was trying to get her here and in the process, she gets to know about…your engagement.” I looked at him shocked and knew I had to go. I started walking to Matt to tell him I had to leave when Mr. Lucca intervened. “I will tell him you got the emergency.” And, at that moment I felt as if he did it on purpose but I didn’t have much time to think about it and had to leave.

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