The Billionaire's Naughty Christmas Bride

Anesha's POV I head to the office Deimos' secretary directed me to. It's a tall building with a giant E on top of it. Weird, I think to myself as I walk in. I go to the receptionist, give my best smile and hand over his card like his secretary had told me to. She takes the card, places a call and after a few minutes, scrowls at me. She gives me a once over and deciding I'm not worth the effort, points me to elevator and tells me to go to the highest level. I'm too nervous to call her out. I trudge up to the elevator and it drags me up. With each number, my anxiety spikes. I get there in a minute and take deep breaths to calm myself. There's no one at the table so I knock at the door. "Come in." he says. I try to prep talk myself one last time before I go in. The office is huge. Rows of bookshelves line the walls. The office looks rustic and dark. A traditional wooden table that looks like it was custom made sits at the back of the space with a clear vie

Anesha's POV "Anesha, explain yourself. What is this? Were you cheating on me? Is that it? Are you that desperate that you'd go after my uncle? Is this some sort of obsession?" I flush in anger at his hurtful words. he laughs in my face wildly, turning to Deimos. "Uncle D?! Is this some kind of a joke? Don't tell me you let a woman like this seduce you. This one? She's not even worth–""Watch your words, nephew. This is my woman you're talking to." I try not to gloat but it's impossible when I see the look on Max's face. "Your woman? This is Anesha. My ex. This is my woman!" People start edging closer to us, eager to hear the news. Lilith tries pulling him aside but he brushes her off. "What game are you trying to pull here? You've been cheating on me with my uncle? Is that really it?" I sneer at him, enraged at his accusations. "You're one to talk. Last I remember, I wasn't the one caught deep in the act." I cast a glance at Lilith who meets my eye

Deimos' POVI stare at the numbers on the screen again, lost in thought. It's been days since my fight with Anesha and I've been feeling like shit. The house is as silent as a graveyard, just like it used to be before she came but it feels so empty now. I barely see her on the days I'm home and on the days I do, she walks right by without a word and locks herself back in her room. It's so damn frustrating. I shouldn't care as much. In a year we'd be strangers. She'd be a millionaire and I'd have everything I needed. I know this but why do I feel this way? Why am I so aggravated? I give up looking at the screen and decide to check my messages instead. Maybe she sent me a text. Nothing. I ask my assistant just in case I missed something. He reads my itinerary again and I try not to look disappointed. There's nothing from her. It annoys me how much my mood has changed. Why am I so affected by some girl? Especially one that lied to me to my face. There's no forgiving that.

Anesha's POV The minute we step out of the car, we're greeted by the head manager and her team. A sexy redhead, dressed particularly provocative. Is that how everyone's dressing to work these days or was it just her? She's shocked to see me by his side but she masks it rather quickly. “Sir, it's been too long. We've prepared some wines. Would you like to sample a few before we get down to business?” She purrs at him, whipping lush red hair over her shoulder. Deimos turns to me. Is he asking me what I want? “Um, that would be fine.” “We'll look at the wines. Do you have anything in particular you'd like, Darling?” “Something fruity?” The manager looks between us, before throwing me a withering look and giving us a salesy smile. Was she offended by my presence? “Of course, right this way. Are you looking to tune your car or get a new one? We have the Rolls Royce Boat Tail you requested the last time in the finest shade of blue. A few Bugattis are available that I think would be a