All Chapters of A Deal With My Billionaire Husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

HELENA’S POVI lay on the vast expanse of the bed, the silky sheets embracing my body with the soft tenderness that I craved from Dante, my husband. I could hear the metallic ticking of clock, each tick reminding me of every second that passed and Dante wasn’t still home. I tried to ignore the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. I couldn’t sleep, if I didn’t feel the warmth emanating from his body while he slept beside me, the weight of his body pressed upon my fragileness while he pumped his load inside me.Tonight, the emptiness of our bed felt particularly suffocating. I had yearned for his presence all day, a deep longing that gnawed at my soul. As I lay there, the sound of the door opening made my heart race. As I turned my head, there he was, the silhouette of my husband – Dante D’angelo watching me silently from the door. His strong muscular arms were flexing without him even trying to do so and I took a nervous gulp while my insides burned with desire – a desire th

A divorce?My eyes fluttered open the next morning with Vivianna’s words just at the forefront of my head ‘As long as he doesn’t file for divorce, you’ll be fine’I sprang up immediately to find out that Dante hadn’t returned home the previous night after he had told me ‘Go home, we’ll talk when I get home. I just have a few meetings to round up”What meetings are you rounding up at a party?But I listened to him because I loved him, because I didn’t want to annoy him further, maybe if I was complacent enough he wouldn’t have to divorce me, I listened because I still wanted to be his wife.I got up from the bed and headed downstairs to the dining section and the moment I reached there I froze, stopping dead in my tracks and my stomach falling to the pit of dread in my stomach.“No no no no” I cried internally. There was a white envelope placed neatly on the table, like a subtle effect to cushion the blow from the contents of the white envelope. Right there, on the envelope was my name

I swallowed hard, trying to summon the strength to speak, to tell him to let me go, but all I could do was stare back at him, lost in those dark eyes of his. I hated him still, his dark charm was not enough to erase the years of hurt I had spent trying to forget him.“You look – different” his words hung heavy in the air above even with his hands still latched around my waist burning a hole through my skin, and I pulled myself away from him.“You disappeared without a trace, no good byes no nothing” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me, but I refused to let it show. I had spent too many nights thinking about this moment, about what I would say if I ever saw him again.“For good reason” I shot back“What reason?” he asked, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming.I forced myself to meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. “It doesn’t matter anymore, we’re divorced and if you don’t mind I’d like to go back to the party, I

“I guess I’ll be able to make the performance after all” I said into my phone as I stared at my reflection at the mirror. It was my ballet instructor Margaux, firm as a rod but was the sweetest woman when she let down her tight bun and slipped into some comfortable converse instead of her ballet flats.“I thought you wouldn’t be back until after a week, is the wedding done already?” I was already unconsciously stretching my taut muscles just at the sound of her voice, and I could imagine her rallying around me, nagging until I got my postures correct.“Slight change of plans Margaux, I need to be back, I almost forgot why I left in the place” I said, I could imagine the slight nod of her head as she said “Alright then, see you when you get back, I’ll place you in the line up”“Just one hour Helena, and it’s done, you’re far away from here, away from him and away from where the truth matters”Just one hour.I sang it like a mantra.Mama and Papa weren’t too pleased with my decision to

DANTE’S POV“The Anotti’s are going to pay for ruining my wedding brunch”I tapped my cigarette on the coffee table, a glass of whiskey in my hand while I listened to my cousin Paulo drone about how he was going to get back at the Anotti’s for what they did to the De Luca’s. It was all mouth of course, it wasn’t his fight and the only reason he seemed so upset about it was they were ruining his whole wedding experience with Vivianna, she seemed like a sweet girl but I doubted Paulo was doing it for love. No man in Algreen Cove got married based on just love, marriage was business for us, I’m offering your something and I want your sweet virgin daughter in return.Now this trailed my mind back to Helena, our marriage had been an alliance deal, strictly business, she would play the sweet doting and faithful wife and I helped her Papa move his goods across state and that was it. I didn’t have to be faithful, the D’angelo men were never faithful but as her luck would have it, I didn’t tou