The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Vanessa

I had the option not to show up here and say what was in my heart to Patrick, but I wanted to do it just so they would know half the truth.

What I didn't expect from Patrick was to ask if I'm in love with Dominic, and it sets my heart racing with panic, especially when Dominic takes a few steps to the other side just so he can look at my face as he anticipates my response. While Patrick is right, I don't see myself ever admitting to that, especially because Dominic doesn't feel the same way I do. It's for this reason that I quickly compose myself, glance at Dominic, then back at Patrick as I firmly respond.

"Do I have to be in love with Dominic for me to feel nothing for you?"

Dominic looks away, seemingly a little disappointed by my response.

"Whatever made you so confident that you and I could still be together, get it out of your head. My feelings for you changed a long time ago. Last time, I didn't reject you because I was putting on an act. I truly felt that way. Even if I wasn't married, I'd still feel nothing for you."

Patrick ruffles his hair and balls his hand into a fist, unsure of which way he wants to go as he constantly switches the direction of his shoulders.

"You didn't answer my question," he says, his voice trembling with a sharp gaze. "Are you in love with Dominic or not?"

His question makes my heart race faster again as I realize that he won't let this go.

Dominic also looks on with raised eyebrows, making me realize that he actually wants me to give a direct answer. I can't even bring myself to say that I don't love him because that would be a lie.

Composing myself, I cross my arms and say, "That part has nothing to do with you. I did what I came here for, so stop going around thinking you and I have a chance of getting back together. I'm leaving now."

With my head high and my heart still racing, I turn around and quickly head back to the car without looking back.

Patrick calls out my name a few times but it makes no difference to me.

While part of me is relieved that they both know how I feel about Patrick, another part of me still feels uneasy at the fact that I couldn't give a clear response in regards to how I feel about Dominic.

As soon as I'm in my seat, I sigh heavily, placing a hand on my chest to feel my beating heart.

I look outside the window as they exchange a few last words and I can see Dominic smirking at Patrick, who just stands there with a piercing glare and barely holding his head high.

As Dominic starts making his way back to the car, I can't help but wonder the first thing he'll say to me when he gets here. I fear that I might have been exposed for failing to give a direct answer but in a way, I'm still glad I spoke my mind.

in the back seat and our ride begins in silence. I can't

after leaning forward,

to do as intended," I cut him off, not daring to look

his seat without

my head up as I'm a little embarrassed at the possibility that he'll soon figure it out if he hasn't already done so. When that happens, what will he

kiss on the lips. I kiss him back with wide eyes, my heart fluttering in a way that I can't put into words. Even after he pulls away, he keeps his fingertips at the base of my chin, his other hand resting on the side of my

thing by rejecting Patrick. Do you know why?" he asks

barely above a whisper with my

anyone else touch my

him passionately, but it seems his passion

Carmella's threats through text

seem to never end as

sends them from

phone numbers. How could

so dedicated

my life?

to ensure that I

bodyguards again.

the truth, there's no telling for sure what she's going to do next, but I'm not afraid of her even as I read her latest threat. It even makes me shake my head with a smile. "You know, you need to start taking this

know I should, but she's the least of my concerns. My dad's treatment has begun and I should have been there, but Dominic wants me to be here with

saying I'm not good

You know what I

care of you in the way that he wants to. If I'm being honest, I

think about it. Why would

obviously doesn't want any other man touching you. Talk about being possessive! Hey,

half smile. "No. That's not how I want to find out. It has to come from

middle of our conversation, my phone suddenly rings, a strange number flashing on my

at it and shakes her head.

shrug. "It could be anybody and if it's her,