The Billionaire's Lost Wife

Jeez! Where the hell is that irresponsible girl? I can't take my eyes off that bitch for a second because I'm sure Aunt Rabiya will catch me in no time—especially if she discovers we're at a club.

I am so dead!

I am so messed up that I agreed to go having a good time with Shamcey. Because she told me to have fun and forget about my problems for a while. However, this is literally "just a moment." I barely tasted the whiskey for a second, and now I'm here like an idiot, seeking for her. She is gone! 

This is my first visit to a place like this, and it will undoubtedly be my last. This is the worst night I've ever had!

I began to hurriedly roam around the club. I take a close look at every girl I pass by. Some people may find my actions strange at times. Well, it's kind of embarrassing. But it's far better than getting killed by Aunt Rabiya. She always trusted Shamcey if she’s with me wherever we went.

Right now, the surroundings were dark, with only chaotic disco lights serving as the light in it. The loudness of the music in this club almost deafened me. I wonder if anyone here is deaf. I came to my senses. Aside from the dazzling disco lights, I'm already tipsy. My surroundings are moving a bit.

She is so dead when I see her!

As the night deepened, the amount of individuals increased; screams and music grew louder right now. Girls are dancing like salt-sprinkled worms. Smoke from cigarettes is everywhere, which makes coughing so awful.

I glanced around at the girls who were vibing to the beat of the music. Trying to track down my cousin. However, there was nothing. I hadn't had the chance to touch an inch of that woman's hair.

Jeez.

My entire world seems to be whirling. I had no idea why I drank the freakin’ whiskey that my freakin’ cousin had given me earlier. I've never tried drinking alcohol. As in, I've never gotten drunk ever since. If only I hadn't been kicked from my position as a hotel receptionist. I sighed. My jealous colleague has just accused me. If that hadn't happened, I'd probably be having coffee peacefully on our balcony at this hour.

Adding to these challenges, my Mama's house has been foreclosed by the bank. I can't believe it. It saddens me more knowing that Mama passed away suddenly from her brain cancer. Then, this house—the only memory that Mama left me—will be added to these goddamn problems. Like everyone just leaves me as if I won't be crushed into pieces.

Why me? Can't it just be one at a time? I’m not powerful enough just to handle all of this.

I exhaled.

Even if the sun and rain hit me again, I will never come back to this place!

I found myself heading towards the VIP room hallway as I was just wandering all over to find the cousin of mine. I have to find her before my eyelids drop completely. I can't go home by myself. However, I found myself taken aback when a waiter approached me. The server gave me a glass of blue water. I'm not sure what exactly it's called. I just know it's alcohol. I gave a frown. I wasn't convinced if I should take what this guy was giving.

"For . . . F—for me?" I asked the server. Checking for himself if he was actually approaching the right person. 

"Yes, ma'am. Someone ordered this cocktail for you," he said, raising his voice near my ears due to the loud music. I accepted and cracked a smile. Who would be covering this for me? Never mind; I'm drawn to the blue glazing that comes from alcohol. I've never seen it before. Better not to waste a blessing, indeed! Plus, it's free. “Are you sure? I won't pay anything, right? I don't have any money in my pocket right now," I clarified. 

He grinned and shook his head. "Yes, Ma'am, don't worry. It is already paid." 

"Okay, just be sure. Thank you!" 

The waiter then disappeared completely.

Before taking a sip, I glanced at the blue alcohol in my hand. I grimaced slightly. It's bitter at first, but the amazing berry flavor soon prevails. I drank until it was completely finished. Now my entire body felt numb. Feeling dizzy, I may shut down my eyes at any time. But even though I was moving sluggishly, I kept searching for my great cousin.

However, I was shocked to find that I was suddenly pulled by someone. I found myself inside the VIP room. Someone swiftly leaned me against the just-closed door. As soon as I began to breathe properly, I fell by a stranger's kiss, which caused my eyes to widen.

I had no idea why I responded to his kisses. Instead of stopping him and asking for help, my mind shows something different from what I am doing. We kissed passionately, and his hand traveled to my rich chest. He wasn't satisfied yet, so he slipped off my red dress effortlessly. He cupped mine and played with my crown. I gasped swiftly as my knees ended up being weak. It felt like he gave me something to drink that would make me crave his kisses even more.

I'm not sure how I should feel. I want to have the chance to get angry, but I can't. It seems like I've known him for a long time. The way he kissed and caressed me seemed familiar. It's as if everything has already happened between us, yet I cannot recall it. Even though this is my very first kiss with someone, I feel like I've experienced it previously. Could it be the alcohol's effect?

I returned the stranger's kiss by taking off his polo shirt. I can now feel his six-pack abs. It was as if my hand had a life of its own, traveling to his abs and was swiftly stopped by the stranger. But it was too late; I'd already touched his first treasure.

I chuckled.

We passionately kissed again, and I felt like I had won the lotto. He fastened my hands to the door right over my head. "You're such a stubborn girl," he stated softly.

I couldn't help laughing. For some unknown reason, I pushed the man. In the playful light that went red and blue, I saw the face of the stranger I was going to kiss as I squinted and focused on clearing my vision. His jaw is flawless, as well as his nose is as sharp as the tip of a pencil. His eyes, which I couldn't figure out what color they were, made me swallow hard. He's handsome! I'm so lucky! I stopped appreciating the man's features as my eyes began to fall. It feels like my world is spinning. No matter how I fight it, I ended up totally closing my eyes while staring at a familiar stranger's face.