Chapter eleven

Danielle's POVI woke up on the sofa with the first rays of the sun. My head was slightly throbbing from the wine I had last night, my body was covered with sweat, and my clothes clung to my skin.I looked around me and let out a sigh, noticing the room was empty. Marcus had to be sleeping in his bedroom, and I was grateful for that. I could not face him right now, not with all the feelings raging inside me. The dream I had this night was still fresh in my mind, no matter how much I tried to push it back. It was so intense that I felt embarrassed. Now, I understand my decision had consequences I was probably not ready for. But soon, they might become unbearable. My body shook from the cool air inside the house, but it helped me to clear my mind, which was exactly what I needed. Slowly, I dragged myself to my bedroom, where I sat on my bed, covering my face in my hands. I could not shake off the feeling of Marcu's hands on my body, his lips trailing over every curve. Every time he en

Chapter twelve

Danielle's POVFor the next couple of days, I focused solely on my work to avoid being at home. It was childish and immature, but I could not find a better solution. I knew I should talk to Marcus instead, and try to find a solution together, but how was I supposed to tell him about what was happening to me? So I did the only thing that came to mi mind. I ran to my restaurant and focused on my duties. Business was running smoothly and my presence there was not needed, but I had no other place to go. I could not go to my family after what happened on my wedding day. I doubted we were still family. My parents showed clearly where their loyalty lies. They did not try to reach out to me after the wedding, not even to give me a flimsy excuse for what they did. They were probably too busy fussing over Sophie and her new status. It was easier to erase me from their memory. At this moment, I did not even care. On Friday, I could find no more reasons to stay at work, and I was forced to drag

Chapter thirteen

Danielle's POV I could not shake off the feeling that something bad was coming. Stephen's visit left me shaken, and no matter how nonchalant Marcus was about it, I knew it was not over. If something, it was just a beginning. ' You will regret it,' Stephen's words kept repeating in my head. Why did he come here in the first place? He had no business visiting Marcus or me. After all, he achieved everything he planned. I tried to bring it up gently with my husband, but Marcus kept brushing it off. "I do not trust Stephen," I said one evening as I was making dinner. Marcus let out a sigh. He seemed to be slightly annoyed that I brought up his brother's name again." Neither do I, but there is nothing to worry about. Stephen can bark all he wants, but he can't bite."Well, I had a hard time agreeing with this. My husband's family seemed to be able to bite badly, and he was the best example of this. I could not understand how Marcus could forget about it. " I think we should find a di

Chapter fourteen

Marcus's POVI rushed to Danielle's side as soon as I noticed she started sliding to the floor. I grabbed her body before she could seriously harm herself. She seemed so fragile in my arms. I carried her to the sofa, completely ignoring Stephen, who was still whining on the floor, in the same spot I had thrown him. I would take care of him later. He dared to put his filthy hands on my wife. Dirty bas*ard will be lucky if I let him leave this place on his own feet. I looked at Danielle, still unconscious on the sofa. Her face was pale and covered with sweat. Maybe later, I will make her visit a doctor. This could be too much stress for her. I heard Stephen groan. He was scrambling to his feet. I glanced at my wife and returned to the kitchen when my good-for-nothing brother tried to stand up straight, but instead leaned over the counter. Before he could react, I landed a punch on his face, sending him back on the floor. Oh my god, that felt so good! After ten years, I did not have t

Chapter fifteen

Danielle's POVMy head was throbbing, and it seemed impossible to open my eyelids. I was lying on something soft and comfortable, but I had no idea how I got here. The image of Stephen flashed in my mind. He was here! He...He tried to hurt me. I felt his disgusting touch on my body, his hands roaming across my skin. But then he was gone as if some force ripped him away from me. Force? That was not force: it was Marcus. He pulled Stephen away, no, he threw him across the kitchen like a rag doll. Then nothing. My eyes flew open. I was on the sofa in the living room. " How do you feel? Are you not hurt? I heard Marcus's voice next to me. I looked at him: he was crouching next to the sofa, watching me with concern in his eyes. My gaze drifted to the wheelchair standing nearby, then back to my husband. Cold realisation hit me like a ton of bricks. " I am so sorry," Marcus whispered. " Do not touch me, " I hissed, yanking my hand from his grip. He sighed and stood up. No hesitation,

All Chapters of Mr and Mrs Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen