The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife(The Heiress Love Series)

Attraction Doesn't Equal Love

“Illeana we need to talk.”

“No.”

“No?”

I nodded my head and walked towards my room. I had 40 minutes in the car ride back to stew. I was angry cause he didn’t understand me, he didn’t want to. And the kiss! Why did he keep kissing me when I keep telling him to leave me alone? And why did I felt my cheeks heat and my body betray me every time he touched me. I was going crazy trying to make sense of my life. But one thing was for certain, there was no room for Greyson Novak in my life.  

“Illeana-“

I heard his phone ring and answered it walking away. For men like Grey and Adonis their business was more important than anything. My brother had spent much of his time on the phone or hidden in his office, when I had come specially to visit him. Eventually I stopped visiting and he stopped asking me to. Greyson would do the same thing. He had time at the moment, maybe he was in between mistresses but eventually he would have to go into work and the real world where women were dying to be seen on his arm.

I laid down on my bed and let my thoughts drift.

His broad, muscular arm… I shook my head; I could not think like that. He was the enemy. I needed to find a way out of this mess. I couldn’t stay here any longer. Sure, the estate was beautiful, and anyone would feel lucky to live in this luxury but not me. I wanted a bit of simplicity. The brick Mansion had been around for a while and was true British architecture masterpiece. There were indoor and outdoor pools, hot tub and a elevated sun deck. There was also a tennis court, a small golf course and a horse stable on the property too. The house itself had 10 bedrooms, a staff quarter, a tearoom, a sitting room, a library, a home theater and a gym with a built-in spa. It was every person’s dream home and suited the billionaire that was roaming the halls somewhere, but it didn’t work for her.  She needed Greyson and her brother to understand.

I shot up from my bed, I had an idea. I needed to contact a lawyer who could figure out a loophole in the contract. There had to be something that would void the agreement without me losing my business and Adonis losing majority share in the family business. They had to have missed something and I could use that to my advantage. I quickly took out my phone and texted Kate to send me a list of the best lawyers in the city and the ones closest to the office. I needed to take my life in my own hands and find a solution.

Yes. I was feeling a lot better now that I had a plan to achieve the freedom I craved.

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I watched her slam her bedroom door as I had answered my phone. We needed to talk but being away from the office wasn’t convenient. This only cemented the idea of moving her to the city with me. We would travel for work together and she would get the freedom she has been going on about. Who didn’t want to see the world?

I had been working for the last 4 hours and was curious to know what Ileana was up to. I decided to go find my beautiful wife. We still needed to talk.

I found her in the kitchen arguing with Mrs. Burton.

“Mrs. Burton for the last time, this shouldn’t be a problem. I wanted to cook so I am, why is this a problem for you?” She exclaimed.

“Mrs. Novak, when Mr. Novak is in town we serve him the meals his assistant request or what jane has been pre-approved to make. He would not like you in the kitchen. It is my duty to make sure what Mr. Novak wants, he gets.” She answered curtly.

There was silence for a moment, and I had this feeling Ileana was trying o calm herself down before speaking again. He had only seen her loose her temper once, always seeming to be able to control it, reel it back in before fulling blowing up.  

“Mrs. Burton, Jane can cook Greyson whatever he has requested, I will eat what I cook. Is that fine?” Illeana spoke softly.

Greyson had to admit he was impressed with the way she was handling this and also annoyed at Mrs. Burton. Had Ileana been living like this, the last 3 years? Living in someone else’s house and being treated as a guest. Greyson felt anger bubbling inside him. She was his wife; she should be treated with the same respect he demanded.

“I would prefer if you stayed out of the kitchen, Ma’am. Particularly while Mr. Novak is here. I have told you before, we can prepare anything you want, you’re a guest in this house.”

Grey was shocked at that statement; how could she blatantly say that to his wife. He was about to intervene when his vibrated again. He needed to take this call but would have a word with Mrs. Burton after.

“I maybe a guest, but I am still Greyson’s wife. I’ve told you over the years that you can run this house however you please, but you cannot tell me what to do or treatment any less than I am. I am the mistress of this house, even if Greyson has mistresses all over the world. I married your boss. Even though he my not treat me as his wife, I still am, making me your boss.” I replied. Mrs. Burton seemed to become more and more frank with each passing day. Most of the time it didn’t bother her, especially since Jane was so kind to her.

“Ma’am we both know, it’s a matter of time before your gone from here. I would like to reserve the spot for the wife Mr. Novak really wants. Now I believe Jane needs the kitchen to cook Mr. Novak’s dinner.” The housekeeper nodded towards the door, dismissing me!

I took a deep breath. I had to remind myself that since the man she married had no respect for his wife, why would his staff. Everyone she knew had seen articles of Greyson with his mistresses at events and on holiday. They all knew that he had married her. She was beyond embarrassed, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

Instead of saying anything else to the woman, she turned and left the kitchen, deciding it was not worth it.

She would do something else to take her mind off her problems. She wanted to call Rory, one of her best friends but knew he would be busy with his husband. She couldn’t call any of her other friends, they would all worry to much and they had their own problems. She decided to go for a swim, that would cool her brain before she did something she would regret.

Illeana didn’t know how long she had been swimming laps for, but her arms were aching, yet she couldn’t stop. The anger hadn’t dissipated like she had hoped instead it had gotten worse. A splash broke her out of her trance, and she stopped swimming to see Greyson in the pool, swimming towards her and he was shirtless! She watched in muscle flex as he made his way towards her, coming up to her sliding his hand against her waist and pulling her flush against him. She heard herself suck in her breath as his body pressed against her, but she couldn’t connect the two.

“You’ve been stalling long enough Ileana, but we need to talk.” He said as he leaned his mouth to her ear. His hot breath made her shiver in the already warm pool.

She was having a hard time understanding anything he was saying. He was busy sliding his hand down her back, and it felt like a streak of fire, it felt so intense.  

“You clearly are too distracted to talk, so I’ll take it as an invitation.”

He lifted me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. Then he kissed me. Again. He had me in a daze and couldn’t do anything but respond to him. I kissed him back, giving in just a little. Tired of fighting with everyone around me. Giving into the little bit of comfort, real human interaction. A connection, even though it was just physical.

I felt something hard behind me and realized he had carried her to the patio daybed. I wanted to stand my ground, but I couldn’t think. He was creating this flame inside me and I thought I was going to burst.

I brought my fingers up to hold his cheek, caressing his jaw and then higher into his thick hair and pulling. He was kissing down my neck and I felt myself lose further control. The man was hitting all the right spots.

“I’m not going to stop now Ileana.” He said with a warning.

I shook my head, but he looked up and waited until I replied out loud.

“I don’t want you to stop.” I replied.

With it out in the open he, bent down and continued his torture. Kissing between my breasts and stopping to remove my bikini. “You’re so damn beautiful.” I couldn’t respond, I couldn’t even think, he was torturing me with pleasure.  

Then I felt him lift me again and walk inside the house, kissing me as he went. Inside his bedroom, he kicked the door shut and threw me on the bed. As he had his way towards me I felt as prey, like he was about to conquer me.

In a way he did.

I felt Greyson’s breathing level out and I knew he was sleeping. I slipped out of the bed and made my way to my bedroom. He was the most amazing lover, there couldn’t be someone better for your first time- or your first 3 times. The man was voracious lover.

But Ileana had come to her senses. Just because she was attracted to the man it didn’t change anything. She had to keep herself on the right path. Greyson could never love her or provide the time of life she truly craved. She didn’t want to be a mother to children who would never see their father or hear about their father’s misdeed through the news. How could she raise children with a man like that?

Laying in her own bed she wondered how it felt to be loved and cherished. Her own mother was so deprived of love from her husband that she couldn’t give any to her children. I needed to break this cycle. Some she would get out of this dilemma.

The next morning Ileana made her way to the kitchen, still reeling from the events of the night before. She hadn’t wanted to face Greyson, but she wouldn’t hide away either. It was well into the morning when she finally did emerge from her room.

She saw Jane cutting vegetables. “Morning Jane.”

“Morning Mrs. Novak.”

“Where is Mrs. Burton?” I asked. Usually that women kept an eye out and appeared in the kitchen as soon as she did.

“Mr. Novak left in a hurry this morning for New York and Mrs. Burton had been sent to set up the apartment in the city.” She replied, cheerfully.

Greyson had left. It shouldn’t have shocked her as much as it did but then again maybe a part of her had actually believed he could be here to stay this time. Greyson Novak was as predictable as ever. He got what he wanted, and maybe realized it wasn’t want he wanted, and he left without a word.

She felt used and dirty. The man had made her feel worse than just a hidden wife. She felt like a hidden mistress. Used and left.  

But this was exactly what Ileana was trying to make herself and Greyson understand.

Attraction didn’t equal love. With out love there wasn’t anything to bind you together.