Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire
âWhere have you been, Cosette Blanche Warren?â he whispered darkly.
My throat went dry. I could feel his hands roaming down my thighs, his touch possessive.
âSomeone saw my wife with Franklyn Carrington today,â Yohan continued, his voice deceptively sweet. âTell me, Mrs. Warren⌠is that true?â
A chill ran through me. His tone wasnât affectionateâit was laced with something far more dangerous.
âOpen your eyes.â
I jolted at his sudden command and immediately obeyed. My body trembled under the weight of his stare.
His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face closer. Slowly, agonizingly, he licked the corner of my lips before whispering against them.
âWhat did I tell you before, wife?â
Tears welled up as I struggled to form words. âI-Iâm not allowed to meetâŚother men,â I stammered.
âHmmm.â His fingers traced lazy circles on my waist before pressing a kiss to my cheek. âThen explain what happened earlier.â
âFranklyn is just a friend, Yohan. I-I wasnât doing anything wroââ
âLiar!â he roared.
I flinched as tears spilled down my cheeks. A scream tore from my throat when Yohan suddenly lifted me, throwing me onto the bed. My eyes widened in terror as he hovered over me, his expression twisted with something unrecognizable.
âNo one else can come near you, touch you, or even look at you because you belong to me alone, Cosette Blanche Warren!â His voice was a venomous snarl. âYou will never escape me! You will never be happy! Because I wonât allow it!â
Then, he laughed. A dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
Tears streamed down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was my life now.