The Billionaire's wife

©S A F I ECHAPTER 1ELLE"So, Gabe, Elle...when are you going to give us something like her?"Mom carried my niece up on her arms as she gave us that look. My face felt like someone has set it on fire and I felt Gabriel's arms tensing around my waist as he cleared his throat.We are currently at a party thrown by my mother for our first anniversary. Yes, it's been a year since our wedding; a year since all of these started. This is the first party after the conflict that has happened. It was also the first one which Gabriel has agreed to go with me.I am startled when my dad suddenly piped in, "We're so old. We still wanted to play with our grandkids, see them grow...you know?" Dad muses as he snatched the baby from mom, "Oh, you little pumpkin. Don't you look a lot like your grandmother?" He laughed making my niece cry. I sigh, scratching my forehead as I pull away from Gabriel, surprising him."Dad, let me take her back to Cassandra. I'm sure little Cece here wanted to be with her

©S A F I E CHAPTER 3 ELLE It wasn't a usual occurrence that I find myself lying on top of someone else's chest - much more when it was the devil himself, my husband. Surprised, I hide my face in his chest, overwhelmed by his heavenly scent. I breathe in and sigh, snuggling closer to him. The morning was a pretty shade of gold and pale blue. The sun was about to wake the people up, peeking through the drawn curtains, the breeze lightly entering from the open window. I shivered, snuggling closer to him making me bite down a giggle as his chest hair tickled me. My eyes widen as I realize that he is actually naked beneath me. Does it mean that something happened last night? I quickly check beneath the blankets and sigh in relief when he was wearing some boxer shorts, his happy little friend camping inside, my cheeks flushing. I averted my gaze and stared around the room as the sun shed light to our wedding picture. I look so happy that day because even if it was an arranged m

©S A F I E CHAPTER 5 ELLE I open one of my eyes, the dizziness overwhelming me that I have to slowly rise from the bed and stagger towards the bathroom, the room spinning around me. It was the break of the dawn; too early for me to wake during a weekend. I rested my hands on the walls as I struggled against it, trying to reach the toilet bowl before I barfed up. Not being able to withstand, I collapse on the floor and have managed to hold the toilet bowl tighter before my face hovers on it, inches away from the water as I empty my insides. I hug it closer to my chest, heaving at it without having anything to let go. I've been like this for the past week and was getting weaker by the days passing. Gabe never had the chance to notice this because he's been away for Italy for almost a month now. I do not know the exact date of his return. Maybe next week or tomorrow morning? Tonight? It was pointless to bug him about it because he wanted to surprise me. I rolled my eyes at that, pu

©S A F I E CHAPTER 7 ELLE I was here again - in such precious moment where I am staring at my husband's beautiful face. I do not want to blink my eyes of fear that everything will fade and I will find myself waking up from this dream. I fear to think that, if I turn my eyes from him, he will disappear and I will be left alone again.I stared at him, my eyes not leaving his slightly parted lips, smirking at that tiny sound he is exhausting. I nuzzled my head in the pillow and sigh, restraining myself from tracing his features because he might wake up again just like he did when I was lying on top of his chest. I am trying to imprint his face in my head and hoping that the tiny bean growing inside my womb would have the same godly face. He is really beautiful when he is sleeping. Casting another glance at him, I couldn't help but frown. This angelic face was the reason I am not creative for a moment because of my irritation and disappointment towards him. He deserves a prope

©S A F I E CHAPTER 9 ELLE I've been 11 weeks far in my pregnancy. Morning sickness is still there and my husband having no clue about it. I am afraid that as the time drags on, it gets harder for me to confess to him.He always comes home late and it kind of ticks me off when I fall asleep before he arrives, but in the mornings he makes sure to join me at breakfast. It's been our routine now; I stay at home all day, doing paintings for my clients while he works off in the office, visiting the houses and villas we are set to renovate and sell, checking our restaurants and shops, and meeting with various people we are partners with. Gabriel shall arrive past ten at night, slip inside the comforter and cuddle me, comforting me with his warmth as I am dreaming. I know he's making so much effort to spend time with me but how I wish I could get the chance to spend a whole day with him, again. Yes; We get to see each other every day but all we say is, 'Good Night' and 'Good Morning'.