Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (finding audrey txt) 📖

I went back to Italy on the same day. States were really not my place. The death of the blogger went on without any hurdle. He was famous but people nowadays forget people like him in a swipe.

The project started in three days. I had to bribe the authorities, and things went on really smoothly until the day I got a call from Peter when I was attending one of my staged charity events, and two important cabinet ministers were joining with their real donations…donations I was going to decide what to do with.

“Hello, Peter…that has to be important,” I whispered while passing a smile to the old lady passing me while a seventeen-year-old couldn’t stop talking to me about how much he likes me. Only if he was not the nephew of one of the ministers I was to going to hit his head with a stone as of now.

“Your father has people over…” Peter mentioned.

“He is not twelve. He can have people over...” I asked.

“Al-Hashimi family is in there…they are staying over.”

“Make sure my plane is ready we will fly tonight…” I hissed while thinking why on earth my father didn’t tell me he had connections with the family and more than anything why I didn’t know that. To be honest, I hated the flights. And, these last minutes flights were never meant any good.

“One thing is for sure. My father has a lot of connections. At his funeral, I will be paying very much attention.” I blabbered with my mouth lost in some neck I didn’t know who anymore. I was so mad at my father. He has sworn to never help me out no matter what. But this time I did take my personal assistance because god knows how long I was going to stay there. Two girls were supposed to act like my secretaries while one will be the maid. I always had a kink with this maid kinda thing. Maybe it was something about their uniform or the way they were always there to serve you.

How we were buying more ships for our company was the last thing roaming in my head when I gave up to too much alcohol in my system.

I woke up in a bedroom I wasn’t much familiar with. It was very rare for me to wake up in my dad’s mansion in the states despite the fact he was always from the USA, and this was always meant to be my room. I only got closer to Mrs Lucca because my father and grandfather wanted me to learn the business from her family. But the place I called home is the one I have in Italy since I was fourteen. It was the place I bought and arranged whatever way I liked.

I got under the shower with my favourite slave Sasha. Jerking in her how I was supposed to stay calm this whole day was the only thing roaming in my head. With this family’s back, I was so going to secure my project Riverland without any hassle.

“I will own the world’s best trading hub,” I whispered against her mouth while she worked on getting the buttons of my shirt up before getting a tie. I held her close in my arms and closed my eyes feeling that figure, “You are so damn lucky to be here with me. Aren’t you?”

“Of course, Sir,” She replied while I grazed my hand from her rear to her lower back. “You will stay here in the closet waiting for me. Won’t you?” I asked while she smiled back. “I will,” She whispered with a smile and I couldn’t help taking her mouth.

“Good girl,” I held her both cheeks before giving a peck on her mouth again. I got out of the room with my black suit and spectacles on. It was like leaving my favourite toy at home so I have something to get back to.

There were other people arriving at the mansion without me knowing what is this all about.

“Hey, Peter…What is going on exactly?” I asked and expected an answer while all I got was.

“I don’t know…I don’t know what this party is about. No one in the mansion knows. They are only asked to prepare as important people are attending.” That did make my mouth bitter. But I knew my dad knew I will be here to play his good boy the moment I will be aware of any such event.

I got out to the dining area to notice my father and almost nine other people sitting while the two chairs to the left of my dad were empty. I plastered the biggest welcoming smile I could manage to walk to the man who was sitting at the right side of my father, Mr Hashimi, the person who will be the future king. I said my greetings to Mrs Hashimi too who opposite to what I have heard met me warmly.

“Maryam?” Mrs Hashimi said making me look at my feet to notice a very small girl who I suppose was their daughter staring right into my eyes before she blabbered,

“This is for you,” She said extending me a white rose.

“Thank you so much,” I replied picking her up and she smiled looking at her father when I noticed someone coming into the dining area. It only took me a few seconds to recall who she was. But I wonder what she was doing here in a red dress off her shoulders. Her curly hair was side braided neatly. This time I was able to look at her figure. It was pretty good like you expect from any other girl at her age...but the dress outlining her body made her seem tasty enough. I looked at the people sitting in the area briefly thinking if there was any Cole family but there was none. I knew every single person here.

“Your bride is so pretty.” I heard Mr Hashimi say and looked at my father before getting that little girl down. That was such a cheap game my father was playing but little did he know that there was no game I couldn’t ace. I walked to the woman who got her eyes on me too when I was approaching her. She couldn’t stop staring at my father or the other people in the room when I neared her.

“Follow me,…” I whispered before taking her hand and guided her to the seat beside my father.

She seemed uncomfortable. It was evident her family was making her do it too. “Where is your family?” I asked lowly and she looked at me as if I was so wrong to ask this question.