My Billionaire, I Wish I Loved You A Little Less

The air gushed through the windows, the curtains dancing and celebrating the beautiful moment. The dim light of the full moon entered the room, enlightening the smooth milky skin of two humans who shared the depths of the ocean, drinking the wine of love slowly and lustfully. The heavy breathing, thumping heart against the ribcage felt like a piece of music playing in the background, becoming rapid every other second. It was a beautiful moment that she awaited for ages.Lilian bit her lower lip between her teeth, trying to calm her stupid heart going crazy at the moment. Her eyes stared deep into his, the amber collarette of his blue-coloured iris enchanting her from the first time she saw him. This man above her was just so fine. Every single detail of him felt remarkable like one in a million carvings. His sharp nose, silky and slightly long hair, the smooth skin which even an angel would envy, that sexy mole just on his lower lip and finally his ocean-deep eyes... Maybe God had spe

Lilian bit her lower lip between her teeth, her hands gripping the fabric of her gown while she was standing in front of the door. It was screaming at her to go away, advising her that it wasn't the wisest choice to be there. She thought a lot. Should she just leave her phone like that and save her life? It was a lot better than standing up against that rude and mean male. But again, she had to have it back sometime or other. Sighing, the young woman held up her hand, tapping the wooden door two times lightly. She was alarmed to apply more pressure, presuming that the human being behind this timber was quite temperamental. The clock's big needle passed one more digit but she was still standing there, debating with herself if she should knock again. With courage, she tapped again and squeezed her hands into each other, the anxiety eating her flesh bit by bit. "One last time!" The words conversed inside her mind as her hand lifted again, her knuckles approximating the premium material

It was a beautiful morning. The sun had just shown his face to the world, asking people to leave their lazy beds and snap off their sweet tooth dreams to face reality. Some were still behind the curtains, not wanting to let the sun's rays pass across their window and disturb one of the most precious moments. Feeling rejected, the sunrays travelled back to their origin and kissed the lonely sky to open its spectrum of beautiful colours. The crimson sky was now looking like an artwork on a canvas to be sold for millions of dollars. The different shades of colour will perhaps give you a complex mixture of nature's beauty, hypnotizing you at the gigantic depth it held in the wide field of its magical craft of blending colours.Across the east of an exquisite mansion, a young lady was sitting on the balcony with an infant on her lap to appreciate the playfulness of the sun and the sky. The baby in her embrace was wrapped in a warm piece of feathery clothing while he rested his back on the

Lilian looked at herself in the mirror. With the white knee-length apparel she wore with her black hair falling off her shoulders, she wondered if she looked presentable to go out with the future heir of Tuckers. A simple and sober look she preferred felt inferior after seeing the gigantic fashionable people at her wedding. The prestigious Tucker clan had high status and it was her responsibility to maintain herself properly as she was now a member of this house. She didn't want people to point at her as a disgraceful daughter-in-law of a multi-billionaire established family. In the large field of roses, a small jasmine felt hard to fit in but it was still trying. "Does Mama look okay, baby?" Lilian asked the 3-month-old lying on the comfy mattress of her bed as she was done getting ready. The baby was dressed in a black romper which had a white lily flower in the right corner at the level of his chest. Somehow the colour suited him as much as his father and the little guy looked fa

Lilian's finger caressed the baby's soft skin, sleeping peacefully in her lap with his hands curled in a tight fist. Her hands held the human of a few kilograms to safeguard him from each bump the car felt. The wailing that left a scar in her heart still scared her, and she didn't want to intrude on the endearing sleep he attained after lots of drudgery. Her baby adopted a porcelain colour in contrast to his usual warm ivory pale skin, and she still had the dried stains of tears on her cheeks, a flimsy heart attack she suffered when she saw her infant in ache. Is being a mother arduous, or was she having a tough time because she wasn't the biological mother? This baby in her arms was precious; she had promised to devote herself to this tiny soul without a mother. She didn't want him to grow up without a mother and be in despair, where he would sob over for not having a mother. 'Mommy loves you a lot baby.' She said in a subtle whisper and leaned in to kiss his forehead while patting