THE BILLIONAIRE IS MARRIED TO A SASSY LADY

Attention ❗❗❗ Ximena is a Spanish name pronounced as Himena. In Spanish, it is known as Jimena, with the J being pronounced as an H. Ximena’s POV Pushing my bag across the floor, I shuffled into my aunt’s abode. I paused suddenly, my gaze fixated on the opulent Mercedes-Benz GLA-class parked in the compound. A man in a white dress shirt and black trousers stood beside it. My heart skipped a beat. Could this be another potential suitor? It wouldn't be the first time Aunt Sadie has tried to arrange my marriage to wealthy men. She wants me out of her home and possibly out of her life. I still remember my last potential groom, who called off the supposed union when I informed him of my modeling career. Since then, Aunt Sadie has forbidden me from attending any modeling gigs. "Are you alright, Miss?" the man's question snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up to find him staring at me. "I'm fine," I replied curtly and made my way inside before he could say anything else. As I e

Ximena's POV As I accepted the current state of affairs, it had been a little over a week since Aunt Sadie's collapse. Thankfully, she had been discharged and was now under good care. However, my own life had been thrown into turmoil. I found myself in my room, dressed in all-white attire, with a makeup artist perfecting my hair. Today was my wedding day, a moment that most women eagerly anticipate, but for me, it was a different story. I was destined to marry the most despicable man I had ever heard of - Hudson Miles Lucas. Despite never meeting him in person, his name was often on everyone's lips in California. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I had to admit that the makeup artist had done a decent job. My long, wavy black hair was styled in a way that secured my veil on top of my head. The cost of my wedding dress alone could sustain my family for generations to come. This was the reality I was facing today. If only my mother could be here to witness this day. Not the fac

Ximena's POV "Who are you?" I inquired, propping myself up. "One moment. Aren't you the woman who defended me from the bully at school while I was waiting for my driver?" she asked, her tone bright and her puppy eyes genuine. "I don't recall what you're referring to, young lady," I responded, reclining on the bed. Perhaps this is her way of embracing the madness that runs in her family. "Come on, I never got the chance to thank you for that day because you ran away," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She took hold of my hand and I gazed at her as though she were an alien sent to make my life a living nightmare. "Thank you so much for that day. When I told my father about those hooligans, he made certain they were dealt with," she added. The excitement in her voice was still evident. "I see," I murmured. "The girl in the black suit with the white undershirt, standing in front of St. Michael Academy?" I asked, trying to recall. "Exactly, Miss. I didn't realize you were the

Ximena's POV "I can help you for a small price," I turned my head towards the person.Alberto Miles Lucas.I raised an eyebrow, glaring at him. He was studying me from top to bottom, and the most bothersome part was that he was licking his lips. Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into?"What do you mean?" I inquired, standing up.He reached out his hand and ran it through my hair. He licked his lips and smirked. "How about we put Adeline in her place?" he breathed in my hair. "We can work together, you know?""Get your hand of me!" I swatted his hand away from my hair. "Are you intoxicated, Alberto? Do you realize you are speaking with your cousin's wife?" I challenged, shooting daggers at him.He chuckled. "You and I both know you don't view him as your husband. And it so happens that you two share mutual feelings," he stated."Leave my room!" I groaned, pointing at the door."Playing hard to get? You and I both know you require me. Just say it. When you come to your senses, you know

Ximena's POVMy mind was consumed by thoughts. If only I could escape this life. Why does all the misfortune always come my way? Since my mother's passing, my life has been a never-ending turmoil, as if that wasn't enough, everyone else adds to my burdens. Now, I have to strip a man of his possession just to protect my family. I had no choice after the event that took place between Mrs Miles and I yesterday.***I was in my room, scrolling through my phone, killing time, when I saw Aunt Sadie's name flashing on the screen. She was calling me. When did she start showing any concern for me? I answered the call."Ximena!" Aunt Sadie exclaimed. My heart skipped a beat and I sat up abruptly from my bed."What's wrong, Aunt? Are you alright?" I asked, my voice trembling."Is Mila with you?" she inquired, her tone laced with anxiety."Mila? That's a joke, Aunt. How could Mila be with me? She has plenty of friends to turn to, not me," I replied nonchalantly, relaxing my mind and sinking back