บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Obsessive Substitute Bride : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Who Are You?.Marcello's POV.It's been almost an hour since I got to the wedding venue and stood in my waiting room as my maids dressed me and prepared me for the show ahead."A crippled bride for someone like me!" I scoffed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror while they did their jobs."It isn't that bad, Sir. Just think of it as a blessing. Who knows, she might not be crippled just as you think" Vincent tried soothing me with his words of encouragement but nothing was going to work."Are you trying to mock me right now or what, Vincent? You went to her house, you saw her and you confirmed to me that she was crippled so where and what are you heading at now?" I questioned with my gaze fixed persistently on him this time."Don't you believe in miracles?" He smiled as he uttered, making me feel even more fooled and insulted by him."Get out… now!" I ordered without any hint of humour on my face. I was done joking with Vincent about my crippled bride.If only he knew about the p

You Should Have Ended The Union.Karissa's POV."Fuck!! He has always been the billionaire Kristina has been talking about and I just didn't realise it sooner…." I slapped my hand on my forehead lightly as I knew what was coming for me.Seated in my room or should I say my hotel room which was booked for him and I, I thought about what would happen next after the wedding rights had been made.I was thinking it was going to be something easy and smooth but seeing who I was married to was just so frustrating.He was the same billionaire who the Italians had tagged as the ruthless , aloof billionaire.The one who didn't give a fuck about what an employee thinks of him. The same billionaire boss who sacked anyone at his own pace just because of a little issue, the Playboy himself, and trust me girls fought to have him by their sides.He was the same billionaire I had tried making love to at the stripping house but was rudely pushed off his body for reasons best known to him."What have I

Make Me Your Slave… Marcello.Marcello's POV.With her hands making a trail right from the top of my head down to my belly, Ava kissed me countless times on my cheek with a naughty smile on her face.She sat down at my right hand side and I could sense the strong urge she had in her just to have sex with me."Why do you keep doing this?" She whispered into my ear with her tongue giving me a tickling feeling in my ear. She noticed how reluctant I was to touch her back and I bet it vexed her."Because I'm married, Ava." I responded as I turned to look into those eyes of hers. I felt a sudden rush inside my body but it wasn't the kind I used to feel for her before, this time it was different, it came with a pinch of disgust and irritation for a second and I just didn't know why."But you will divorce her soon , Marcello.. why don't you hold me so close to your body just as you always did back then" she kissed my lips as she spoke out softly with her hands caressing my head just how I l

It's Over , Ava….Karissa's POV."I came here to hand this over to him, could you help me give it to Marcello?" I suggested with a clear mind and conscience as I just couldn't take her insults anymore.Ava's lips instantly twitched in a mischievous grin as she saw me handing the phone over to her, the one reason I came to the company to meet Marcello.She was going to take it, she was going to receive it with all thanks and I was sure she would tag it as her being the one who brought the phone to the company, but I didn't mind.I just wished for it to be given to him safely and she was the only person I could trust with his phone."If my wife has anything to give to me, don't you think it would be okay for her to hand it over to me by herself rather than giving it to a stranger?" Marcello blurted out from the right side of the company which swept me off my feet."On no account do you have the right to touch my belongings ma. I've told you this but you won't listen , would you?" He war

Why Is He cold?Karissa's POV."It's time to prepare the best, Sarah…." I urged as my face brightened before Sarah.With great joy, happiness, and gladness, I made sure I prepared the best meal for both Marcello and his close friend who was coming to visit for the first time since we got married.I wasn't sure why he was coming though but one thing was for sure, which is that I was preparing the meal to Marcello's taste and not Elvis because I barely knew him that much nor what he liked.If Marcello was to love me as my sister, then I needed to be the best cook ever. Getting to his stomach first as a wife wouldn't be that awful or bad."You look so excited doing this Ma. This should be the first time I'm seeing you smile this way when you are preparing something for Sir. Marcello". Sarah uttered as she must have noticed the zeal and level of prudence I had in me while preparing the meal.It was something I had always imagined though, cooking for my husband and that's why I tried my be