All Chapters of Wild Billionaire Romance: Possessive Billionaires, Dangerous Desire, and Forbidden Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MARAT Goddamn prick. That fucking motherfucker.I’d just killed the man in front of my wife. And I wanted to do it again.I should have been fucking terrified of her reaction to the unmitigated violence pumping through my veins. I didn’t know how she was going to handle it, or if I even had the right to ask her to.But I was too amped to think about it. And if I had to do it all over again. I would.With no hesitation.I would kill Ferragamo, Royce, and anyone else who threatened her a hundred times over.I would burn the whole fucking world to keep her safe.Hell, I’d already put plans into motion to bury every one of Ferragamo’s contacts. Anybody who had a hand in hunting my wife and targeting her would be dust by the end of the week.The entire world needed to know Destiny was mine. No one fucked with mine and lived. I was the Devil Wolf now. I wasn’t one to be trifled with.It was time my wife learned who I was. And it was past fucking time I reminded her who she b

MARAT Admitting I was in love with my wife was the single most liberating act I’d ever committed.Easily.Having her push me down onto the floor, crushing her lips to mine, admitting without words how she felt about me was the second.Goddamn. Fuck. Yes.She wanted me. My gorgeous wife wanted me. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it would be enough for now.I’d never tried to make someone fall in love with me. Sure, women had claimed to have intense feelings for me over the years, and who knew, maybe they did. But none of them were her.She was the only woman whose feelings I cared about. I wanted them. I craved them. I’d fucking have them. No matter what I had to do to earn her heart.Destiny moaned, rocking her hips against mine, and it was all I could take. I reversed our positions, straddling her thighs as I pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra.“You’ve got the most beautiful fucking tits,” I moaned, cupping them in both hands and kneading her soft flesh.Go

MARAT Eight months later…“It’s too early,” I said, worry making me impatient and agitated.“It just happens like that sometimes,” my beautiful wife said, comforting me as I held her hand inside the ambulance.The vehicle slowed, and I barked at the EMT.“What the fuck is going on? My wife needs to get to the hospital!”“It’s traffic, sir. But no worries. We handle deliveries all the time if it gets too close.”“Deliveries? That’s my baby, not a fucking pizza!” I snapped.The young man paled, but I didn’t spare him another glance as my wife squeezed my hand and yelled for all she was worth.“Oooooh god! Marat!”“Her contractions are coming faster. Um, sir, I have to check to see how dilated she is,” the EMT said, and he had every reason to look afraid.Even after almost a year of marriage, I was still a jealous fuck when it came to my wife. The second Destiny started to complain of backache I made a call to her OBGYN—who was a woman.But when she keeled over in pain

Some debts demand hefty payment.Some loves are too wild to set free.Meredith Gray had no choice but to meet with the last man on earth she ever wanted to see again. He ruined her once, and now he was threatening the livelihood of the thousands of people employed at her stepfather’s company.The last time she saw him, he’d lied to her face and broke her heart. Would she remain unscathed this time around? Meredith could only hope.Josef Aziz had a reputation for stealth and lethality. After he was dishonorably discharged from the military, he found himself in the employ of the Dark Wolf. Nowadays, Josef had his own security firm, with Volkov Industries as his only client. Worth billions, he could have retired already, but with no family and no wife, there was no reason to.Once upon a time, he thought he’d have all of that and more. But betrayal was a hard lesson he learned at the hands of the woman who was now at his mercy. He never thought he would see her again, but now

MEREDITH Spring was unpredictable in the Northeast.Always had been.The trip to Manhattan to meet Josef Aziz in a boardroom in the imposing building that was Volkov Towers had been long.Morristown, New Jersey, was not terribly far, but traffic sucked.The room itself was comfortable enough. Masculine furniture made of dark stained wood, wrought iron, and leather with neutral beige walls that were softened somehow by the lighting comprised the interior.There’d been tall, fresh floral arrangements in the hallway. The scent they gave off was light and pleasant. But there were no flowers or plants inside the room. No sign of life at all.The temperature had to be set at seventy degrees. Maybe slightly higher. But the hum of the vent told me they were filtering the air, which made me relax.I hated the idea of breathing stale air.Still, I was glad I’d decided against wearing a bulky sweater over my outfit. The dress was the most formal thing I had back in my Jersey City apartment.M