MARRIED TO A BILLIONAIRE: Episode 1-10

?Married To A Billionaire?
(The Billionaire Wife)

Episode 4

????Written by Authoress Quinny ????

?Elizabeth pov?

I’ve been sitting in my room ever since I heard the news, I couldn’t believe it.

Two days have already gone by but it still new to me.

I tried talking to them but they had already made up their minds. And so had I. I don’t know who they think they are, that they think they have the right to choose a husband for me.

Today I had to go out because I had a lecture. Which meant I had to drive for another two hours.

Mom kept my bags and threatened that if I wasn’t back by six she would send someone to drag me back.

I haven’t seen Erik ever since or heard from him. I feel like he is avoiding me.

Finding out my future husband was no other person than Charles Greene, didn’t make it any easier to accept.

“Mrs Jane, are you paying attention?” Nate asked in a flirtatious tone.

Nate was also want to be a medical doctor. This was the third time he switched his.

First, it was an engineer, then a lawyer and now a doctor. He had the brains for it so it wasn’t a challenge.

He seems to be competing with me, always trying to outsmart me.

“Yes,” I replied.

I slapped my cheeks lightly trying to get myself to concentrate.

Soon the lesson end. I had to get back home after work because of a dinner party my parents were having. Which meant I had to ask Mark to let me out early.

I packed my books into my bag ignoring Nate who was standing beside me.

“Here you go,” Nate said handing me a pen. “It was on the floor.”

I took it from his hand giving him a small smile.

I somehow couldn’t help but feel awkward with Nate. He once confessed he had feelings for me while drunk. Ever since I’ve always felt awkward around him. Thank God the next day in the morning he had already forgotten everything that happened that night.

Nate offered to drop me off at work. Erik usually comes to pick me up consider my lessons usually end when his lunchtime start but today he didn’t come. He still wasn’t returning my calls.

The journey to work was silent. Neither one of us dared to speak. The tension built up after he turned on the radio.

“Bye,” I said to him as I got out of the car.

“Bye,” he replied.
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“May I please take your order,” I asked the girls sitting in front of me.

I don’t know whether I’m going deaf lately or whether I’m surrounded by a bunch of idi0ts.

I went to the kitchen getting her order.

After work, I called dad to get me a driver, it was either that or I wasn’t going to show up. And I won’t mind not showing up.

Two hours later.

The dress i will wear was laying on my bed already ironed.

I wore the dress the stared at my reflection looking like I was going to a prom.

Then I went downstairs to join the others only to see that the guests had already arrived.

“Our son Charles will be a bit late he phone us saying he had to deal with something in the office, but he should be here any minute from now.” A woman who looked like she was in her fifty’s said. I think that was Charles’s mom. I haven’t seen her in ten years.

“It’s OK. What a hard-working young man he is.” My mom replied.

“You look so beautiful.” I heard the woman said, only for everyone to turn their full attention on me.

After that, we had a peaceful moment.

Like what kind of parent does that!

Mine!

I wasn’t going to marry the guy let alone have children with him.

Right after we had finished our very unpleasant greetings the doorbell rang.

I just rolled my eyes and went to open the door.

Have you ever done something that you regret afterwards?

I did, I opened the door only to be shocked at who was standing in front of me.

“You again!” He exclaimed as soon as I opened the door.

Right in front of me was standing the last person I expected to see.

He was staring at me with his grey eyes that made me feel uneasy. He had a smirk on his face as if he was expecting me.

The way he looked at me was so intimidating, his eyes roaming my body.

So I did the first thing that came to my mind.
Shut the door in his face.

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