The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife

Simone I stared down at my wedding gown, admiring the beautiful flowers on it. Father made sure I got the best dressmaker to design my wedding dress. It disgusted me. “It’s not so bad you know” my sister chimed from where she sat at my bed. “Easy for you to say, you are not the one getting married to a stranger” I laughed. “He couldn’t be that bad” she tried again. I mean the blogs say Zion Scots is the most eligible bachelor in L.A” I knew what she was doing. She was trying to make me feel better. But it only made things worse. “I don’t love him”, I sobbed. This isn’t what I want for my life. I want love and children and a garden, and white picket fences. But it’s no use crying over spilled milk. So, I wipe my eyes and look at my reflection in the mirror. “I want to be alone”, I smiled politely at my sister meeting her eyes from the mirror. As the door closes, I sigh, resting my head on my hands. Father’s words came rushing back like a tsunami. “Your first d

Nate I wait until it is almost dark before we leave. Since she signed the papers, she had curled up into a ball on one side of the room. Occasionally, her shoulders would shake like she was crying but I didn’t care. Ever since Zion announced his marriage to her, I wondered why and kept a close watch. He wanted the Henderson deal. A deal to help him expand the franchise into the political scene. But the founders needed something to come with the deal. An Old Money name, because it speaks trust. It wasn’t hard to get White Ashton to do some shady business with me, especially after finding out he has lost almost all his family wealth because of his gambling addiction. My plan was in motion, and soon, Zion will lose everything including his precious company. I knew she would be easy to break from the moment I saw her. That need to put her family first and make decisions that are best for them, would be her demise and my victory. “It’s time to go, get up” I tell her. She stand

Nate She is staring at me, brown eyes that cannot hide the hate it holds. “What is your game?” I ask her. This marriage isn’t what she wants, I bet she would prefer Zion over me. “Nothing.” She states. I walk over to her, dragging on my cigarette. She was short, her head reaching my shoulders. I bent over her and exhaled, smoke forming a wild circle before dissipating in her face. She coughs, but doesn’t shy away. Her stubborn brown eyes meeting mine. This one was tough, maybe I was mistaken about her. “You aim to please, huh?” I teased. “If you wish” Now that I look at her, she was pretty. Her brown eyes complement her brunette hair, that seemed to be all over the place. Her skin was fair and her cheekbones were high. She reeked of old money elegance, and pride. One that she is struggling to hold on to. “I know what you are doing” I circle her. Her nightdress hung loosely on her body, revealing curves that would be tempting to any man. “You want to

Nate The room was loud. The speakers boomed with music and the Dj was being extra loud on the mic. “C’mon Nate, drink up” Zion laughed, bringing his glass to his lips. “I’m good” I tell him. I’ve never been one to have too many drinks, and I think two glasses were enough. “You just need inherited an entire empire” Zion mocked, “drink up man”. I stare at him. I know he’s hurt that dad left everything to me. Dad has always questioned Zion’s ability and character. But I was not going to do the same. “Look Zion. You are as much the CEO as I am. You are my brother” He looked at me, displeased. “Since you won’t be drinking, let’s go home” he said. I stood up, leaving the bills on the table. “You go ahead, I need to use the restroom” he tells me. “Be quick” I say. I stood at the entrance waiting for the valet to bring the car over, fumbling with my phone. Everywhere seemed quiet, too quiet for the outside of a night club. I looked up to see there were no bouncers or se

Simone My eyes fluttered open and the events of yesterday, came rushing back. I had gone into Nate’s room to search it. I couldn’t find anything there, but I tried as much as possible to keep things the way they were. How he knew I had been in his room is still surprising. By any chance, does he have a cctv camera in the house? Instinctively, I looked up, then sideways. My eyes scanned the room, searching for a red light or dot, but nothing. Good, no camera. I mean, how paranoid is he if he has a camera installed in his own house? But something was nagging at me, a feeling I had been trying to not acknowledge. When he had barged into my room, I was ready to answer whatever questions he had, but I couldn’t form a single sentence. It was the way he looked at me, it was there for a second, and then gone in the next. There was something in his eyes, something I couldn’t decipher and it bothered me. The sound of my phone ringing brought me back to reality. “Hey sis” I answered