Oops: I Married The Wrong Billionaire

IrinaMy eyelids shut, and I allowed the burning sensation of the whiskey to drown me. “I'm so fucking sick of them,” I said, gnashing my teeth. I showed my glass to the bartender to ask for another round, unlike earlier. He was only giving me a reluctant peer. “Can I get another glass? I want something harder than this whiskey. Do you have a drink that has 55 percent alcohol on it?” The bartender leaned, “Miss Irina, I received an order from Miss Eve not to serve you any drink after your last one.” My forehead gnarled. “Miss Eve is almost done with her meeting with Chairman Nefeli. She told me to ask you to wait for her here.” “I can do that, but I'll get bored waiting for her without a drink, so go on. Whip out something for me in your little station.” I giggled, “I won't tell her that you served me another glass, and oh.” I got a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet to bribe him. “A tip for your excellent service.”“One thing about our workers is that they can't be bribed, Iri

Alonzo“I'll go buy a new morning pill. Take them to make sure that you're not going to have a child with me, and I'm Irina Hayes. My family is pretty influential. I can help you with anything only if you'll help me first.I angled my head and my eyes pierced from her head down to her toes. “If you want, we could draft a formal contract about this proposal of mine, uhm. I swear, you'll benefit from this agreement too.” “I'll think about this, and I'll let you know.” Irina was firm about getting what she wanted. “I'd love to give you that time, but that's the thing. I don't have a time. I need to be married to you ASAP!” “Why does it have to be me?” “First and foremost, Damian hates you the most. He has always been insecure to you. If I brought you in as my husband, it'd be a big blow to his ego.” “Damian?” Why does this woman sound like she is implying that I knew this Damian?Irina's phone rang. She had to answer it, which is why she excused herself, but she commanded me to s

AlonzoIrina looked so petite and weak in my arm, which made me feel like I should be protective of this woman who had been trying to enshroud the tears in her eyes and pull herself together.“My friend is the heir of this hotel. Eve will certainly get me a room of my own once she hears that I was thrown out of the mansion.” Irina nibbled her lower lip, “S-She has a condo about fifteen minutes drive from here. I can stay there with her too. I appreciate your help, really, but I don't want to trouble you anymore.” Our orbs cinched in, her lips quivering as she thought of something else to tell me in a hurry.“Why would you stay with your friend when I have a suite that is big enough to accommodate us?” I curiously cocked my head to scrutinize her shock and confusion.“If you want this marriage to be believable, you'll have to live with me, Irina. I never heard of a married couple living away from each other, especially at this time.”“What time?”“Honeymoon?” I said in a questioning so

Irina“If your gut feeling tells you that not telling the truth will keep the two of you at peace, then don't, Irina. It's just that simple.”“But, I don't want our relationship to be built around lies, Eve, which is why I'm pondering.”Eve put down her teacup and cracked up, “Girl, please. Dr. Alonzo and you are in this fake marriage setup, which means that your relationship was inarguably built around lies and deception.”I wanted to refute Eve's argument when my phone beeped.“I'm going up. Alonzo's home,” I said and got up.“You said that he'll be home late?”“I assumed because he's been going home late these days. He's busy with his patients.”Eve's jaw fell to the floor, “You're not aware of your husband's schedule?”“No. Do I have to?”“Fucking yeah? You should ask for his schedule just to be aware, then he won't have to come home to an empty suite, rather he'll come home to a sexy wife in lingerie.”“Alright, that is my cue to leave.” Eve laughed again.“Those few times that I

IrinaGawking at Alonzo while he was staring deadpanned, my throat ran dry while I struggled with words.“I can't be pregnant. I took a morning pill. It's proven effective.” He flashed a downward smile. The fear of the chance that I could be pregnant started to coil in my head.“Alonzo, I can't be, right?” He cackled, and the fear thumping in my chest shifted to annoyance. Lashing his arm, Alonzo took my hand and roughly put away the distance between us by pulling me closer.“Stop it,” he said sexily.“You, stop it! You're making me paranoid, Alonzo.” He laughed in my ear and the chilling sensation of his voice crawled down my spine.“You openly announced to your ex that you're pregnant with my child. Damian will soon pester you once he gets the confirmation that you're lying to him.” His eyes dashed to my tummy.“In three months you're expected to have a visible bump here,” he said, stroking my tummy. I nibbled my lower lip.“Maybe I could help you find your way out of this little li