All Chapters of My Shotgun Marriage with the Billionaire CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

After my visit to the hospital, all I wanted to do was get home and hold my husband in my arms. My mother was completely fine but my heart felt worn out. I had been with her through her sickness from day one and I was exhausted.No one ever talked about what it was like to be a caregiver to a chronically ill patient. It was a lot on them but then there was also a lot on you. It was like you carried their pain with you. Every new scar that marked their body was branded onto your heart. Every painful test and treatment became your burden too.Before my mother got sick, I thought that I knew pain, but that was a lie. There was nothing more painful than watching the person that you love in the whole entire world suffering and you are powerless to ease their pain.The elevator doors dinged open and I stepped into the penthouse only to be greeted by large arms coming around my small frame.“Oh.” I laughed, dropping my handbag and circling my arms around him. “What is this for?”Miles pu

*Miles* I stared down at the necklace options that had been brought to my office. Dove was not one for gifts even though I knew she loved them. She didn’t like people spending copious amounts on her, but I didn’t care. I was a billionaire. What was the point of all this money if I couldn’t spend it on the woman I loved?I picked up the diamond tennis bracelet and analyzed it. I had opted to get a simple one and an extravagant one that she could wear on special occasions. She was a Scott and the public would expect nothing less than diamonds and platinum adoring her neck and ears.I knew that she would be too shy to start her own jewelry collection, but I was more than happy to start her off. She deserved nothing but the very best in this life.I placed the tennis bracelet down and then picked up the tear-drop yellow diamond necklace that I had sourced from a jeweler in Paris. There were only three yellow diamond necklaces in the world. My mother had owned one and now my wife wou

*Dove*I feel like I’m on top of the world. After the small disagreement with Miles last night about my employment status and getting eaten out on the dining table by a starved man, we had a lovely dinner and talked about our plans to one day go to Paris. It was a reminder that this is my life now. I’m Miles Scott’s wife. It’s a sentence I never thought I would say. In a matter of months, I went from living in a shitty apartment and not having enough money to pay for my mother’s hospital bills to living in a penthouse apartment that is nicer and bigger than any house I have lived in and having my mother taken care of. It’s not something I ever thought would happen in my wildest dreams. But I’m glad it did.As much as I would prefer to pay for my mother’s bills because I don’t want to feel like Miles is giving me handouts, I understand that he just wants to help and I need to push my pride to the side for one moment. If I want the best treatment for the woman who raised me by

*Dove*My eyes fluttered open to see Miles’s head resting on my bare stomach with the early morning light streaming in through the curtains and his arm wrapped around my hips. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see how peaceful he looked. I watched as he breathed softly through his slightly parted lips.I’ll never get used to the fact that this was my life now and he was my husband. I wanted to think that I was having some kind of fever dream, but when Miles groaned and tightened his grip around me, I knew that this was reality. My reality. And I couldn’t be more grateful.I smiled to myself as I ran my fingers through his soft strands of hair. They tickled the exposed skin, but I did my best to remain still. I didn’t want to wake him.I didn’t know how long I had been lying here running my hands through his hair before I heard a raspy voice pierce my ears.“How long are you going to stare at me for?”My hand stilled in his hair as my teeth captured my bottom l

*Miles*The doors to the garage open and I drive in, parking in one of the many parking spaces I have in the back of the garage. When I kill the engine, I lean back in the leather seat and sigh, letting my hands drop to my lap. After the fucking day I’ve had, I’m ready to go upstairs and see my wife. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t help but think I failed Dove today. I was confident I had found the man who hurt her, but it wasn’t him. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. Jennifer is going to keep searching but I’m not optimistic I’ll find this fucker.I pull at the tie around my neck, feeling constricted by the tight knot. Once the material is loose around my neck, I unbutton the top two buttons on my long-sleeved shirt. It feels like I can properly breathe now.I silently get out of the car and ride the elevator to the top floor. Once inside the penthouse, I look around at the space. Greta isn’t anywhere in sight and Dove isn’t either. H