All Chapters of Married To The Bad Boy Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I was practically in a murder mode the whole day. My husband didn't just make me his mid-day meal but he had set a wild fire in my chest which wouldn't set off. I tried swimming in the pool water, even ran on the treadmill for longer than any of the other days and also took a cold shower. Nothing helped. Shelly's red fiery mane kept popping in my head repeatedly and every scenario led me to picture her kissing my husband, on the mouth, which was something we never did, except for that one time he kissed me for the photo ops. It burnt and the worst part was I didn't want to show my husband that it did. God, I knew I shouldn't feel like I was feeling. That was the fucking rule set by me in the first place. I had been clear from the start that everything between me and Daniel would be purely physical and nothing emotional. Then why was I getting so damn angry picturing him with another woman. Yeah, I knew why. Because he was my husband. Mine. I pulled my hair up in a bun and secured

Daniel I woke up with a raging hangover and a hungry belly. The latter wasn't just for food but rather it was for the warm body I was pressured up against. How did I end up here? I remembered my failed attempt to keep my distance from my fortune hunting wife and caved in with her in our bed. Every night I ended up seeking her warmth only made me more desperate to break whatever bond was developing between us. I knew the moment I saw her picture in the bride catalog that once I married the girl, I would be doomed and I did marry the girl my father had chosen for me and I was very nearly doomed. I had conjured up enough reasons to stay away from her. Reasons like she wasn't the girl I had wanted to be my wife, she was a gold digger who took the first chance of selling her body for the life of riches, and the biggest and by far the most upholding reasons that I didn't love her. And I was able to keep all those reasons until she wasn't in my arm's reach and I needed...I wanted to touch

I had spent enough hours thinking about the woman who didn't surprise me and walked straight in my direction. None of the ladies were her target and she displayed it with unfiltered grace. She stood two feet from me and gave me her mean, judgmental eyes. And all the pictures I had painted of her and my husband resurfaced in my brain.While I had hardly known about her, I was sure everyone knew about her very well. Maybe that's why all of them studied both of us as we stood facing each other. I had been conscious about my lean curves since the day Marianne told me I needed to be on a proper diet to look half as presentable as the other billionaire wives. I had accepted her remark, consumed it and had been working on a strict diet ever since.But none of it had made me as self conscious as Shelly. She was a few inches taller than me and her body had to be the perfect fit for a Victoria secret model. Beautiful as she was, the twist on her lips surely made her look very evil.Everyone was

A hand brushed my cheek and Daniel's face hovered over mine as he helped me step inside the limo. I couldn't see Nathan anywhere. It was just us in the backseat and the driver in the front. I was a little buzzed and I didn't realize how hammered I was until he brushed my hair off my face and made me look at his face. His handsome features were blurry and I surely saw at least three of him. "How much have you had to drink?" He asked, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip. They were still a little sensitive from the kiss we shared. I bit my lip and his eyes stayed on my mouth. "Where's Nathan? You should attend the party. He will take me back home."He moved his hand behind and bumped his fist on the partition twice, his eyes not moving from my face. The limo pulled out of the garage, instantly. "Do not address Nathan as if he is your savior.""He is my bodyguard." I met his eyes as I said that.He put his arm around me and pulled me over his lap, my knees hit either side of his spre

There was more than one reason I broke down in front of my husband. First and foremost, my father's chemotherapy. And the second one was his presence itself. I didn't expect him to be there, and no matter how much I wanted to ignore the overwhelming emotions of meeting him when I most needed someone to hold me, I couldn't look past it. I needed him, and he was there, the only other family I had apart from my father, even though it was just for the namesake.He had once again ghosted me for two weeks, no contact, nothing, a clean cut as if I didn't exist in his life. It shouldn't have bothered me that much after all. By then, it had become a common occurrence. And I really, honestly tried to avoid the painful tugging in my heart every time I thought about him. I utilized all those longing days to spend time with my father, who had his chemo scheduled for that morning. I had just returned from his facility after watching him go through with the horrible procedure, and another shocking,