The Billionaire Uncle and His Virgin Bride

Olivia’s POVIt is the President of the Art club. I know her through the scent of her perfume, all vanilla and willowy. And maybe a little bitchy. Her heels echo through the room just as the bathroom door closes softly against us.He turns on the shower, the water tapping lightly against the floor. From up close, I can tell that I was totally wrong about the color of his eyes. They aren’t black. They are brown. The shade that light passes through easily.My lips part open again but he shakes his head. She gets closer, her pitch getting even more annoying than it usually is.“Mr Hill?” She covers the space in a minute. “Are you in here?” Her tone is sultry and soft, just the right amount of seduction. In front of me, Mr. Hill rolls his eyes, a quiet exasperated sigh slipping from his lips.I hear her stop by the bathroom and a dozen thoughts fly through my mind. What if she opens the door and sees me in here with a half-naked Mr. Hill? What will she think? Fiona and I have never been o

Olivia’s POVI don’t have any expectations sitting in front of my vanity, a dainty pearl earring being clasped onto my ears by one of the housekeepers. She steps back after a few seconds, her hand folded in front of her, her head staring at the ground.I have always thought of housekeepers as staples in a home, but being in France for four years has made me see life in a whole different perspective. I watch her from the mirror, wondering if in the past, I have ever been unbearable to her.The door pushes open just as I am about to say something and my mother walks in. She looks radiant in her red sequined dress, paired with golden heels and matching jewelry. I take my eyes off her and busy myself with a little more blush.“Oliva,” she whispers with awe dripping from her tone as she waves the housekeeper away. “Oh my God! You look so stunning.”I ignore her, getting out of the chair and waltzing towards my nightstand. My phone lights up with messages from the girls and I pick it up.“D

Olivia’s POV His eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t read his emotions because he looked away immediately. “Mr.Hill welcome, it’s so lovely to have you here!” Teddy’s mother exclaimed. He completely ignored me and walks up to his nephew. “Son, I see you’ve settled down well. Would you like to introduce me?” He said with a slight glance at me. “Of course, this is Olivia daughter of Mr and Mrs Osvaldo. A lovely girl and my princess of course.” He leaned in and pecked me on my cheek. As if that would cover for the dry tone he used to introduce me. “And my wife, this is my uncle Sebastian Hill a well known business tycoon, quite ruthless too.” He chuckled. Sebastian finally turned to face me. “Nice to meet you.” He shook my hand firmly. I quickly wiped the shock off my face, put on a smile and shook him back. The sun was setting, everyone was networking, Violet and Teddy were getting cozy together. I had changed out of my wedding dress into a simple halter neck short d