Venessa's PovI must be dreaming! I never never got hired by rich client before let alone a billionaire. My husband's hands seems to be shaking. I hope he is overwhelmed by joy. "I am not busy at all. Tell me what you would like properly designed. I am eager to take on something huge," I say, trying to hide my delight and sound like an experienced interior designer who has handled big clients before."Would you be willing to redesign this manor? The original designer had a bad taste in both artiques and colour. I want everything changed by someone with more attractive tastes," he says.A massive manor is always been my dream project. He is right about the mistakes of the original designer. Whoever it was aimed to include all sorts of modern luxury, but forgot about the art itself. They mixed too many colours and even forgot to maintain a single particular theme when choosing wall art or furniture. I can fix it all with a good budget."You have the money to hire famed space planners.
VENESSA'S POVI pace across the wide space of my lavish guestroom, a thousands thoughts running through my mind. I thought I would earn something from redesigning this Manor but it turns out that I will only be repaying a piece of the loan. Perhaps I should kidnap his aunt Helen since he didn't seem to have a great relationship with his mother. Or I can steal all the expensive outfits in the closet, sell and disappear forever. It would be good for his unborn child not to grow up surrounded by bitter people. My husband hasn't come after me since he received a call from Bianca. He didn't tell me what it was about which confirms my suspicions that they have been secretly friends. I am now regretting trusting her with my secrets.Helen and her daughter are the only friends I made today. That's because the rest of the family seemed to dislike my presence. It's was saddening to find out that Helen and her daughter do not live here but my mother-in-law and a few of her fellow mean relatives
VENESSA'S POV"Your stupid brother is the one who wasted that loan. Why don't you go fuck him instead?" I question because his offer is not just embarrassing to accept but unfair as well. He knows that Marcus wasted the loan on a luxurious vacation with another woman yet he demands that I pay it all by being his consort every night. "Dear, it is your name that signed the paperwork. And it was also your choice to give your husband the money. We both know that I am demanding it from the right person," he answers. "Surely you wouldn't rather wait for the bank to start auctioning the little you own. I am only asking for what you would give for free if we were married," he adds. I step away from him and bury my face in my palms. "What if Marcus learns that I am sleeping with you? He would use that against me," I point. "What can that fool do?" Weiss scoffs. "He cheated on you first, spent your money to please another woman while you panicked about his whereabouts. You need to stop worry
VENESSA'S POVIs it sinful to admit that last night was magical? I slept with my husband's brother to pay a piece of the loan and it was blissful. You probably think I am mad. But what other options did Marcus give me?He doesn't love me because he married me to piss off Weiss. He would be deeply ashamed if he learned that I slept with the man he envies. I do not regret it. Because the loan is now eighty thousand dollars less and I have hope of clearing it."Mr Weiss asked me to give you a tour of the house since you will be redesigning it," his aging assistant informs as soon as I step out of my guest chambers. How long as he been waiting out here? He could have just knocked instead of waiting for me to step out. "Breakfast will be in fifteen minutes. Perhaps we can take those few minutes to check out the areas of the house that you haven't seen yet," he suggests. "I will get my pen and a paper," I say and rush back into the bedroom to retrieve my pen and notebook from my purse.
Venessa's PovI struggle to pry Marcus's strong hands off my neck as he is holds me against a wall. "You want to dump me now because my brother got everything from our father? You think he would be a better man than I am?" he yells in my face even as Weiss's old assistant shouts for help.Despite my pain and lack of breathe I am surprised that he calls himself a man. I am the one who provided everything because his earnings would always go to partying with his friends. I cleaned and did every basic house maintaince. I think I have been a better man than him.I scratch his eyes with my fake nails and he grunts in pain and discomfort. But he doesn't let go of my neck. He has been every other awful thing apart from physically abusive until now.A hand suddenly grabs him by the collar of his loose and slams him hard against the ground. Air rushes into my lungs after his hands leaves my neck."You chose the wrong place to harm her, stupid!" I hear Weiss hiss before noticing that he has Ma
VENESSA'S POVI might have a few days of peace since Marcus will be in hospital. He would be in a mortuary if I didn't intervene. I still wonder if I should have let him be killed as it would be a solution to a lot of my troubles. Oren Weiss was willing to risk jail just to end the fool. Unless he has enough influence to avoid any prosecution. I wouldn't be surprised considering the amount of money he has."I am sorry that Marcus attacked you. But it was because he is too scared to lose you to his brother. You have been together for three years and he was the happiest he has ever been. Please be understanding," my mother in law follows me like a shadow as I move from room to room listing down things that will be needed to create a new interior design."You mean that I should understand that your son tried to kill me because he has got insecurities?" I scoff.She clenches her jaws, seeming upset. "You modern women expect everything to be perfect. It's unbelievable," she says. "Then g
VENESSA'S POVBianca's jaws clenches. "Oren Weiss was to marry me because he and I loved each other. But he had to put business first for the sake of both of our families," she lies. "Yet every one of your actions screams desperation. Not to mention he did not include your family in his businesses. Whatever they are. I cannot believe that all this time you have been waiting for the man who ghosted you to return so you can start chasing after him again," I say because I know it's the truth. It is the reason she wanted me to stick with Marcus even when I let her know that he cheated on me and wasted a loan I borrowed. I watch her fingers tighten around the bottle of water she was drinking as she does her best to control her anger. "You believe that Oren Weiss would marry a nobody like you just because he once had a crush on you?" she asks. "Who said anything about marriage?" I scoff. "Then what are you doing in his home?" "Doing the job he hired me to do to pay the loan I owe his
VENESSA'S POVI inhale sharply as Weiss pulls down my panties and pauses to take in the sight of the naturally tan skin of my most sensitive parts, laying naked for him to touch, explore, excite. He hoists my right leg up and gently slides down my body to lightly nipple my left thigh, ass cheeks and lower back. His fingers are still rubbing and exploring my curves. Occassionally, his fingers graze over my lips, opening them and passing over my cl*t. He kisses and nibbles all over my *ss cheeks and his fingers starts to probe. I feel my insides moisturizing, faster than ever before. Finally he lets one finger explore inside while the other goes around my hip to rub my cl*t. There is a fascinated look on his face as he watches his fingers disappear into and reemerge from my p**sy. I feel like I am flowing with wetness as the finger inside probes deeper and his hands starts to move slightly faster. My senses feels overwhelmed and on the edge. But he suddenly stops, pulls his fingers a
VENESSA'S POVI inhale sharply as Weiss pulls down my panties and pauses to take in the sight of the naturally tan skin of my most sensitive parts, laying naked for him to touch, explore, excite. He hoists my right leg up and gently slides down my body to lightly nipple my left thigh, ass cheeks and lower back. His fingers are still rubbing and exploring my curves. Occassionally, his fingers graze over my lips, opening them and passing over my cl*t. He kisses and nibbles all over my *ss cheeks and his fingers starts to probe. I feel my insides moisturizing, faster than ever before. Finally he lets one finger explore inside while the other goes around my hip to rub my cl*t. There is a fascinated look on his face as he watches his fingers disappear into and reemerge from my p**sy. I feel like I am flowing with wetness as the finger inside probes deeper and his hands starts to move slightly faster. My senses feels overwhelmed and on the edge. But he suddenly stops, pulls his fingers a
VENESSA'S POVBianca's jaws clenches. "Oren Weiss was to marry me because he and I loved each other. But he had to put business first for the sake of both of our families," she lies. "Yet every one of your actions screams desperation. Not to mention he did not include your family in his businesses. Whatever they are. I cannot believe that all this time you have been waiting for the man who ghosted you to return so you can start chasing after him again," I say because I know it's the truth. It is the reason she wanted me to stick with Marcus even when I let her know that he cheated on me and wasted a loan I borrowed. I watch her fingers tighten around the bottle of water she was drinking as she does her best to control her anger. "You believe that Oren Weiss would marry a nobody like you just because he once had a crush on you?" she asks. "Who said anything about marriage?" I scoff. "Then what are you doing in his home?" "Doing the job he hired me to do to pay the loan I owe his
VENESSA'S POVI might have a few days of peace since Marcus will be in hospital. He would be in a mortuary if I didn't intervene. I still wonder if I should have let him be killed as it would be a solution to a lot of my troubles. Oren Weiss was willing to risk jail just to end the fool. Unless he has enough influence to avoid any prosecution. I wouldn't be surprised considering the amount of money he has."I am sorry that Marcus attacked you. But it was because he is too scared to lose you to his brother. You have been together for three years and he was the happiest he has ever been. Please be understanding," my mother in law follows me like a shadow as I move from room to room listing down things that will be needed to create a new interior design."You mean that I should understand that your son tried to kill me because he has got insecurities?" I scoff.She clenches her jaws, seeming upset. "You modern women expect everything to be perfect. It's unbelievable," she says. "Then g
Venessa's PovI struggle to pry Marcus's strong hands off my neck as he is holds me against a wall. "You want to dump me now because my brother got everything from our father? You think he would be a better man than I am?" he yells in my face even as Weiss's old assistant shouts for help.Despite my pain and lack of breathe I am surprised that he calls himself a man. I am the one who provided everything because his earnings would always go to partying with his friends. I cleaned and did every basic house maintaince. I think I have been a better man than him.I scratch his eyes with my fake nails and he grunts in pain and discomfort. But he doesn't let go of my neck. He has been every other awful thing apart from physically abusive until now.A hand suddenly grabs him by the collar of his loose and slams him hard against the ground. Air rushes into my lungs after his hands leaves my neck."You chose the wrong place to harm her, stupid!" I hear Weiss hiss before noticing that he has Ma
VENESSA'S POVIs it sinful to admit that last night was magical? I slept with my husband's brother to pay a piece of the loan and it was blissful. You probably think I am mad. But what other options did Marcus give me?He doesn't love me because he married me to piss off Weiss. He would be deeply ashamed if he learned that I slept with the man he envies. I do not regret it. Because the loan is now eighty thousand dollars less and I have hope of clearing it."Mr Weiss asked me to give you a tour of the house since you will be redesigning it," his aging assistant informs as soon as I step out of my guest chambers. How long as he been waiting out here? He could have just knocked instead of waiting for me to step out. "Breakfast will be in fifteen minutes. Perhaps we can take those few minutes to check out the areas of the house that you haven't seen yet," he suggests. "I will get my pen and a paper," I say and rush back into the bedroom to retrieve my pen and notebook from my purse.
VENESSA'S POV"Your stupid brother is the one who wasted that loan. Why don't you go fuck him instead?" I question because his offer is not just embarrassing to accept but unfair as well. He knows that Marcus wasted the loan on a luxurious vacation with another woman yet he demands that I pay it all by being his consort every night. "Dear, it is your name that signed the paperwork. And it was also your choice to give your husband the money. We both know that I am demanding it from the right person," he answers. "Surely you wouldn't rather wait for the bank to start auctioning the little you own. I am only asking for what you would give for free if we were married," he adds. I step away from him and bury my face in my palms. "What if Marcus learns that I am sleeping with you? He would use that against me," I point. "What can that fool do?" Weiss scoffs. "He cheated on you first, spent your money to please another woman while you panicked about his whereabouts. You need to stop worry
VENESSA'S POVI pace across the wide space of my lavish guestroom, a thousands thoughts running through my mind. I thought I would earn something from redesigning this Manor but it turns out that I will only be repaying a piece of the loan. Perhaps I should kidnap his aunt Helen since he didn't seem to have a great relationship with his mother. Or I can steal all the expensive outfits in the closet, sell and disappear forever. It would be good for his unborn child not to grow up surrounded by bitter people. My husband hasn't come after me since he received a call from Bianca. He didn't tell me what it was about which confirms my suspicions that they have been secretly friends. I am now regretting trusting her with my secrets.Helen and her daughter are the only friends I made today. That's because the rest of the family seemed to dislike my presence. It's was saddening to find out that Helen and her daughter do not live here but my mother-in-law and a few of her fellow mean relatives
Venessa's PovI must be dreaming! I never never got hired by rich client before let alone a billionaire. My husband's hands seems to be shaking. I hope he is overwhelmed by joy. "I am not busy at all. Tell me what you would like properly designed. I am eager to take on something huge," I say, trying to hide my delight and sound like an experienced interior designer who has handled big clients before."Would you be willing to redesign this manor? The original designer had a bad taste in both artiques and colour. I want everything changed by someone with more attractive tastes," he says.A massive manor is always been my dream project. He is right about the mistakes of the original designer. Whoever it was aimed to include all sorts of modern luxury, but forgot about the art itself. They mixed too many colours and even forgot to maintain a single particular theme when choosing wall art or furniture. I can fix it all with a good budget."You have the money to hire famed space planners.
VENESSA'S POV"You look stunning, Vanessa. You can join our table," a young, beautiful woman says as I pass. I halt, feeling inwardly thankful as I had no idea where I was heading anyway. The young woman is in the company of an older woman whose features resembles hers. They both smile warmly when I gaze at them. I take the seat between both."I am Helen, Oren's aunt. This is Lyla, my daughter," the older woman introduces. "Nice to meet you both," I say as I shake their manicured hands. "I bet that your husband is feeling bitter that Weiss made you look better. He is such a loser," Lyla comments.It's a relief to learn that not everyone is on the side of Marcus. Maybe it's just his mother since she needs me to remain a babysitter."Did you two have a fight?" the older woman, Helen, asks."Yes. It wasn't about my dress though," I answer. "What was it about?" she curiosly asks. "You can trust us to keep a secret."I do not trust them to keep a secret. But I am not losing anything b