Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

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He took the phone from his pocket, and glancing at it, he let out a calm sigh. Before picking it up.

“Hello!”

Eric glanced down at his phone, and seeing the caller ID showing no number, his perfectly sculpted face creased into a frown as he answered the call.

“Wow! Look who’s calling me. I knew you’d miss me.” Eric’s voice Immediately turned teasing the moment he took the call. ” It’s barely even been up to a week since I left, yet

you’ve been calling me nonstop.” Eric said with a smirk visible at the side of his lips. The voice on the other end was silent, and Eric pictured Bryce rolling his eyes and a grin spread across his face.

Bryce ignored all of Eric’s remarks and went straight to the point.

“Someone saw you out together with the woman, they took a photo, and it’s currently number one on all search rank. What do you do?” Bryce asked.

ERIC’s POV

Listening to Bryce’s report. Two things ran in my mind: Rayne and Rayne.

“Let it be, after all, it’s true.” I said, I had been planning on making our marriage known to the public after all, cause why not? And now, this came, what better way to do that than grabbing this opportunity. But, if there is one thing I am certain of, it’s the danger that is to come. Now that everyone knows that I have a Wife, my enemies would try hurting Rayne just to get at me. They wouldn’t mind her innocence, they’d go to any length just to take me down.

“Tighten security around the mansion and here the glass house.” I told Bryce. “And also, don’t miss me much.”

The sound of him sighing felt really good, like music to the ear, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Are you leaving?” I heard Rayne’s voice beside me. I turned to her, I could see a shade of worry in her little face.

“No wife, don’t worry, your husband is here with you.” I assured, and noticed her cheeks turned red. Fuck, this girl was just so innocent, I can’t afford to let anything happen to her.

“Come, let me make you dinner

LOS ANGELES

THE MEYER’S MANSION

George Meyer stood backing the window of his home Office. He seemed to be visibly angry. The executives of Meyer enterprises had called for a meeting earlier, a meeting to decide the future CEO of the company. Of course that was his fucking son, and heir to the company therefore the matter needed no discussion.

And, as if calling for a ridiculous meeting wasn’t enough, they had decided they didn’t want Fred as the next CEO of the company. He had been on a probationary leadership for the past five months and toward his last two months, there had been no good result to give account for. Instead, the company’s employees complained that he was often rude to them and always had his girlfriend in his office. He never attended to matters, both ones that were of great importance and urgency.