The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

My hands start shaking just by reading the headline and my heart pounds hard in my ears.

"RECENTLY MARRIED BILLIONAIRE LOVES HIS LONG-TERM GIRLFRIEND AND NOT HIS WIFE AS HE PORTRAYS IT IN PUBLIC!"

I quickly scroll down to read the article and it explains in great detail how the billionaire is married but puts on a show that he loves his wife, yet he's been sleeping with his girlfriend for a long time and his wife knows about it.

As I get to the last paragraph, I can already feel the beads of sweat on my forehead, waiting for the moment that the names will be revealed, but the article comes to an end without the names ever being mentioned. There's only a tease to stay tuned for more information.

Even though I sigh with relief as I rest the back of my head against the wall, it infuriates me that this made it to the gossip site. It's obviously about me as it fits the description and my first thought is to call Shane but right before I can dial his number, Frank calls me back.

"Have you seen it now?" he asks.

"Fuck!"

"That's exactly what I said when I read it."

"Why the fuck would Shane do this when I paid him again?"

"Maybe it's his way of getting back at you for the way you've been treating him."

Without a second thought, I hang up on Frank and dial Shane's number. He doesn't pick up the first few times and that only angers me even more as I slam the wall.

Finally, he picks up, the sound of his voice already annoying me.

"What's up? Feel like giving me more money?" he asks.

"Shut the fuck up and listen to me. You and I had a deal!"

"Of course we did, even though you've been an asshole to me, we still have a deal."

"Then why the fuck did you give out information?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me."

"Dude, I don't know what you're talking about. I would only do that if I stopped benefiting from this. Wait, you mean to tell me that someone beat me to it?"

He snickers and that only angers me even more.

I'm so close to slamming my phone against the wall before I even end the call with him. What stops me is the sound of my bedroom door creaking open as Vanessa steps out. "Hey, is everything alright?" she asks.

I sigh, ending the call with Shane. "It's nothing."

"That didn't sound like it was nothing. I could hear you yelling from inside. What happened?"

"My relationship with you and Carmella has been posted without revealing our identities."

I clench my jaw, instantly figuring out who did it and I storm down the hallway, closing the door behind me so I can be alone in another room.

Locking the door, I unblock Carmella, call her and pace around as I wait for her to pick up.

"Hey, babe!" she says.

"How dare you?"

you talking

just read the

was just my congratulatory gift to you. I

"Who told you that?"

attention, huh? Maybe I should do it more often. How about every week,

care about me anymore?

was kidding when I told you

to me and expect me

a fist, pointing at the wall like she can see me.

don't mean

I hang up on her and wipe the sweat off my forehead with

me has the urge to call her back and ask what she wants out of this, but

move, Vanessa knocks on the

voice is

then open the door

that too loud?"

"It was."

"Carmella's doing this on purpose. She knows

eyes widen. "How did she find

"I don't know."

you going to do

"I don't know."

and all the way to the elevator, trying to figure out what

this for me, not when everything is

the study alone for two hours, still unable to come to a decision of what to

on the door grabs my attention and Vanessa

dinner's ready," she says,

I don't even

to talk about it?" She stops right on the other side

"No."

give you some more time

to leave and I actually feel like reaching out to her, so I speak before she

can't have this go wrong now,"

her tracks and turns around to look at me with a half smile. "I

glad that I

her as she understands the rest. Her efforts to get me to talk about this also carry so much weight since

about Carmella, I head downstairs a few minutes later so we can have dinner together but during the meal,

my dad," she says,

everything okay

He came up with some name suggestions of his

I instantly scoff. "No."

exactly what I said to

my eyebrows, pleasantly surprised that we agree on

those names would work. I

hear them." I

gives me her

up disagreeing with them all, just as she disagrees with mine and finishing up our meals takes longer

Carmella's bitterness and calms

more.

so I can freshen up,