The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

It's been a few days now since my mother transferred those shares to me and I still can't get over it.

After what happened that same day with Vanessa and Uncle Jerry, I couldn't really go out and celebrate as that would've been insensitive of me, which is why I decided to wait until Saturday and the day is finally here.

Usually, I'd be doing this in the evening but I thought Frank and I would start early, which is why we're already having a heavy feast at his restaurant and it's only 9 in the morning.

After sipping from his glass, he says, "You know, it's crazy how you already spoke to your dad so you could work less but you now have more shares to focus on."

I smile at him. "That's no big deal. I'll find a way to handle it because honestly, this is the best gift ever. Vanessa can have all the estates possible but for me, this is better."

"I've been meaning to ask you this. How did Jake and Sophie feel about this?"

"They wholeheartedly congratulated me." I proudly chuckle.

"Wow, that's cool. I didn't expect that since that's your mom's most important company."

"My siblings know when to fight for what they believe also belongs to them. I haven't seen any of that so far, so we're good."

He nods, stroking his chin. "Hmm... I wonder what you'll get me for my birthday this upcoming weekend."

"You really want me to tell you?"

"Usually, I like my surprises to just be surprises, but I'm curious as hell, so tell me."

I lean forward and say. "You're getting a handshake from me."

He looks away, shaking his head with a scoff. "Don't you dare try that shit with me because your birthday's next month!"

"That doesn't change my mind at all," I reply to him, looking down at my phone to reply to Vanessa's text.

As Frank goes on to talk about a few memories from last year's birthdays and I throw in a few moments of my own just to mock him, my enthusiasm fades at the notification at the top of my screen from the gossip sight, making my eyes widen.

"Dude, is everything okay?" he asks, noticing that I can't stop looking at the screen.

"Fuck!" I whisper, ruffling my hair.

Ever since the first article, I decided to keep a close eye on the website and for a moment, it seemed they wouldn't post anything about it, but I was wrong.

the article and my heart races with rage at Carmella's nerve to give out more

her from revealing our identities, I haven't been able to get in touch with her and it's

I give my phone to Frank, whose jaw drops

He raised his head. "That's

important thing right now? This is

"I hate to admit it, but she's definitely messing with your head now. That's why she didn't want to pick up your calls. She wanted to wait for this. What are

"Whoa, take it easy."

that's fucking possible right now?" I glare at

his hands. "Hey, if you

Carmella, but it's just a message from

my phone across the

really think you need to calm

my fist, I say, "I might end up taking out my frustration on Patrick

shit." He points at me as a warning. "Even without this, I know you already plan on being competitive, but don't fuck him up too

talk about the few matches we've had, all in which I was extremely competitive but all I can do is think about my next move with Carmella. Suddenly,

people present, so I lower my voice

have you been ignoring my calls?" I ask

me?" She snickers. "A new juicy story was posted less than an hour

read that

gasps. "That was fast! That means you've been monitoring the website. Did you like how juicy it

so hard not to

gesturing to me

my favorite part was?" she asks. "It was about giving the account of how I was

give out information, you better

to

changes to a low and threatening one. "I don't even want to talk about stuff concerning how we broke

you dare,"

laughter. "Oh, babe, there's nothing

an idea of what I should expect. I could lose everything and I don't want that. With that in mind, I take a deep

flirtatiously. "I thought you'd never ask. I'll tell

you're going to fly

my head in disbelief. "You must

forget about me keeping my

my fist, reminding myself that

I say