The Billionaire Contracted Wife

Cayne kept on sneaking glances at me as the limo drove steadily down the road. His mother sat beside me, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Cayne, on the other hand, sat beside his father who was engrossed in the newspaper article he was reading. We would occasionally catch her wife’s eye and give her a wink that causes her to giggle like a teenage high school girl.

When the car stop, we immediately got out. Cayne hurriedly rushes to my side. He held his hand for me and I took it. As we walk inside the fancy restaurant, I began to feel nervous and conscious about myself. I was out of my element. Decked out in Chanel and Versace with a Valentino coat slung over my shoulder.

Cayne looked at me and smiled. “Chill, just go with the flow. Pretend like we are like a real married couple. Just like what you did to mom and dad earlier.”

I nodded. Cayne always seemed to know when I was uncomfortable. It was like he could right through my soul. I let out a deep breath that I was holding out for a while because of extreme nervousness.

The hostess led us to the table full of businessmen who were talking comfortably amongst themselves.

“Well, look who’s here,” a short fat man with a French accent greeted us. “Julio, Monique, Cayne, and…?” He trailed off, looking at me.

“Oh. Everyone, I would like you to meet my wife, Raszhiel Kein Moncada.” Liam introduced me. I gave a little wave to them and greeted them back. They were a little bit shock about Cayne’s introduction to me.

“Wife, you mean? We didn’t know you had a beautiful wife Cayne,” said by the next to the fat French. He was about the same age as Cayne. “I’m Nicholas, by the way. Nicholas Prudente.”

“Enchanté, Raszhiel, the names Alvin,” Alvin shook my hand and smiled warmly.

Cayne pulled out my chair. I was seated next to Nicholas. Who was looking intently at me.

After our food was served to us, the businessmen jump straight to their conversation. Surprisingly, Cayne had all the best ideas. All the men, except Nicholas of course, who was older than the two of them, seemed to trust and respect him.

Midway through our lunch, I felt a tap on my hand. I turned and met Nicholas’s eyes. He jerked his chin in the direction of the bathrooms. He got up swiftly and left. Uh? What does he mean? He wants me to follow him to the bathroom?

“I’ll be back,” I whispered to Cayne.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He nodded and turn back to the conversation about their investments. I went in the direction of the bathroom and looked around. Did he go to the men’s bathroom or the other one? I crinkled my nose. I really hoped he didn’t go into the men’s —

My thought was cut off when the door to the side of the building opened and a gust of wind nearly knocked me down. A hand shout out and caught my wrist, pulling me outside. I couldn’t grasp or scream. I could only think the worst. What if Nicholas was some creepy pervert who had pulled me out here so he could have his way of me?

I was suddenly standing in front of Nicholas who were just looking straight at me. It was only 11 something in the afternoon but I could still feel the early morning breeze that is so sweet and calm. So maybe I had exaggerated the gust of wind just a little. But in my defense, I thought I was gonna get raped.

Nicholas had a cigarette burning between his lips. I wrinkled my nose and backed away.

His mouth curled up in what I think, was supposed to be a smile.

“Why did you want to see me?” I asked him, shifting nervously.

Something about him was intimidating. He isn’t warm and friendly like Cayne. I can feel in his presence the aura of negativity. Or is it just me?

He was silent for a moment, just stared at me, “I just wanted to warn you,” he finally murmured.

“Warn me?” My mind automatically shifted to blank. I hoped he didn’t think I cared.

“Yes, about Anica.”

Anica? Cayne’s secretary. The girl that Cayne’s mother talking about?

“What about her?”

Nicholas blew out a puff of smoke and threw his cancer stick to the ground and stepped on it.

“Yesterday, Anica stopped by the cafe to pick up her usual like she always does. She always asks for me to be her waiter, because she thinks that the rest of my father’s employees was incompetent. So I went to take her order, as always. She asked me if Cayne was free or not. I already knew about you because I saw you last time in Cayne’s car, so I had you check a little. Turns out he introduce you as his wife. So I told her that he was with you. I honestly didn’t expect her to be pissed. She just suddenly stood up and left and didn’t even bother to order.”

I blinked at him. “And so? Why does she get pissed and left? What’s so scary about that?”

He looked down at his shoes, furrowing his eyebrows. He seemed to be fighting himself. He finally looked back at me.

“Look, I know you and Cayne aren’t really together. I’ve been his best friend since we were kids, he doesn’t tell me everything but I know him more than anyone else. But I know about his sexual rendezvous with girls and also with Anica.” He shook his head. “I already warned him about her, but he didn’t listen. And now Anica thinks that you two are really together. Anica has a history of rubbing off people she thinks to stand between her and what she wants.”

Rub off? Did he mean Anica had people killed?

“I’ve known her a long time now. Way longer than I’ve known Cayne. And I know if she thinks a woman is trying to take the man she wants, it doesn’t end well,” Nicholas said slowly. “If I were you, I’d stop with your plan. Leave Cayne alone so you won’t get hurt. Anica is dangerous. I’d hate to see something terrible that might happen to you.” Then he opened the side door and left. As for me, I was speechless at what he said.

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3rd Person’s POV

“So you want me to kill her?” the man asked, looking at the picture in his hand.

The woman nodded vehemently, her brunette curls bouncing.

“May I asked the reason?” The man half smirked.

“She took what is definitely mine,” she hissed, her pretty-faced contorted in rage.

The guys nodded, he heard that before.

“You have the money?”

The woman handed her the envelope. He opened up and counted the money inside. He nodded in satisfaction and places the envelope in his coat pocket.

“I’ll take care of your little problem.” He looked at her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh yes, kill that bitch already.” The woman’s lips pulled in a cruel grin.

“And make sure you tell her who sent you.”