The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.

The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.

Natalie immediately moved back from Cassie and glared at her. “You did it on purpose! You didn’t have an invitation, right? How did you get in?”

Cassie smirked at her. “Of course, I walked in. I have my ways. I can get into parties even without the invitation.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and raked her eyes across Natalie — back to her arrogant self. “I accidentally stained your dress. How about I compensate for it? How much is this dress? Is it even a hundred dollars?”

Cassie took out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw them at Cassie’s face. “I’ll compensate you three times the price. You don’t have to thank me.”

Sebastian put down the glass and stood up, his face taut with anger.

He grabbed some tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from Natalie’s dress, which was dripping with wine.

Then, he glared at Cassie as if he wanted to burn her alive.

“I’m fine. It’s between her and me. Please don’t get involved in this.” Natalie felt the coldness emanating from him. She quickly grabbed the tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.

She feared that Sebastian might end up beating up Cassie until she passed out.

Moreover, her dress indeed wasn’t expensive.

Cassie had perhaps already figured that out. How could a poor woman like Natalie afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes to wear for opulent dinner parties. After all, she struggled to make ends meet.

Cassie threw the money on the floor and sneered. “Do you know what kind of occasion it is? Don’t you have any sense of aesthetics? How could you come here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on it? You are indeed just a bumpkin that hasn’t seen the world. You should feel ashamed of yourself for attending such a party.”

a plate of stewed beef from a waiter walking

What the hell are you

thought Cassie would do something

stuck on her head, and the sauce dripped from her head, staining

of her sockets. “You bitch!” she shouted

Natalie. Cassie was the spoiled princess, while Natalie endured everything

not boiling hot. Otherwise, it would have burned your artificial face for which you had spent a lot of

on the table. Then, she picked up the three hundred dollars from the floor and threw them at Cassie’s face. “Take back your three hundred dollars. You ruined my dress, and I did the same to you.

afford it? You fucking bitch! I’ll teach you a lesson today!” Cassie quickly wiped the sauce off her face and darted

of Natalie to protect her. His face

at the party were trained and experienced. Before Sebastian could do anything, one of the staff dragged Cassie

through the crowd. His eyes widened when he saw Natalie’s stained dress and Cassie’s disheveled hair. The

happened? Who is making trouble?” Garrett asked,

He was the one who had driven her out of the Larson Group the previous time. Later, she learned that he was Garrett Harding, the deputy CEO of the Larson Group and

had dated so far

“I accidentally spilled wine on her dress, but she unreasonably threw this dish on me. Why would you let such a

that her makeup and clothes were ruined, and she

Natalie intensified. The woman had ruined her night and her chances

her closer into his arms and sneered. “You should have hit her harder. Look at the way she is talking

eyes narrowed. She shouldn’t have attacked Cassie,

out about Cassie’s true

stroked Natalie’s hair as he

warning in his eyes, Garrett pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked at Sebastian. The coldness of his gaze sent

understood what the man meant and beckoned at the waiter. “Go and get a new evening gown here,