Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 43
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“You’re his wife? We heard he got married!” she exclaimed excitedly. Before Camila could respond, the woman pulled her into a warm hug.
“Ahem,” Chandler cleared his throat, and she reluctantly released Camila.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so excited,” she said with a broad smile. “Forgive my manners. I’m Lucia, and oh my God, you’re so beautiful,” she added, her eyes wide with surprise, as if she couldn’t believe who she was seeing.
Camila felt a sense of ease around Lucia, though she found her a bit too clingy.
“I’m Camila,” Camila replied with a smile.
“Beautiful name. Let me show you both to your room,” Lucia said, taking Camila’s hand and leading the way.
“She hasn’t had a friend in so long,” Chandler whispered to Alejandro regarding his sister’s behavior.
“She’d better not try to take my wife from me,” Alejandro replied, causing Chandler to shake his head in amusement.
“I still can’t believe you’re married now. You broke our code, man. I’m definitely telling the other guys that you’re finally committed to one woman,” Chandler said, shaking his head as they approached a building.
“I chose this room because I thought you’d like it. It has everything you need, except a double room and bathroom,” Lucia explained.
“Why?” Camila asked, a hint of panic in her voice.
“What do you mean? You two are married. Don’t tell me you have a problem sleeping in the same room,” Lucia replied, looking irritated.
“No, but—”
“Lucia, we’re fine with the room,” Alejandro interjected, cutting Camila off. Lucia smiled at him.
“If you need food, there’s plenty in the house. I’m sorry, but there’s no maid here. If you can’t cook, I can help. I’m really good—”
Chandler gently pulled Lucia aside. “How about you let them settle down? They’ve just had a long flight and must be tired,” Chandler suggested, giving Lucia a thoughtful look.
Lucia pouted but eventually let go of Camila, quickly dialing her number into Camila’s phone. “Call me if you need anything,” she winked, and Chandler led her out.
Alejandro removed his suit jacket and hung it on a chair, while Camila looked around in awe.
“This place is so huge and beautiful. How many more houses do you have in other countries that I don’t know about?” she asked, walking around and admiring the expensive paintings on the wall.
“I have so many that I’ve lost count. But if you want, someday, I’ll take you on a tour to see them all,” he shrugged.
“Really?” Camila turned to face him, her eyes bright with excitement.
“Of course. I’d love for you to be a part of that,” Alejandro replied warmly.
“Thank you, Alejandro. I’d love that,” Camila beamed.
“It’s been a long flight. You should shower and rest. If you’re hungry, just let me know, and I’ll order something for us,” Alejandro suggested.
“I’m not really tired,” Camila said, rolling her eyes.
“Really? Should we do something that’ll make you tired, then?” Alejandro teased, moving closer to her.
Camila quickly dodged him and ran toward the staircase. “Fine, I’ll go bathe. You’d better order something by the time I’m out,” she called out, laughing as she ran into the room. Alejandro shook his head, smiling.
A few minutes later, Camila came downstairs. There was an array of food on the table, but Alejandro was busy on a call. She served herself, the aroma and presentation of the dishes enticing her. The taste did not disappoint.
Alejandro finished his call a few minutes later and joined her at the table with a smile. “You’re so fit, I wonder where all the food goes,” he remarked as he sat beside her.
“I have a fast metabolism,” Camila replied with a shrug, picking up her fork and offering him a bite of food.
Alejandro raised an eyebrow. “Why are you trying to feed me? I’m not a baby,” he mumbled, slightly irritated.
“But I’m your wife, so open up,” she insisted, holding the fork closer to his mouth. He had no choice but to oblige.
“How is it?” she asked.
“It tastes better coming from your hand. Feed me again,” he said, leaning in closer.
“I thought you weren’t a baby,” Camila laughed.
“I’m your baby, and I won’t eat unless you feed me,” Alejandro replied with a playful pout, imitating her. Camila couldn’t decide if she found it cute or annoying that he wouldn’t let her eat in peace.
A bit of sauce stained Alejandro’s lips, and Camila wiped it off with her thumb, slowly licking it away.
“Tasty,” she whispered teasingly.
Alejandro stared at her for a moment, caught off guard by her move, before grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap.
“We’re still eating,” Camila whispered breathlessly as Alejandro’s lips found their way to her neck.
“You taste better,” he muttered before kissing her. Camila gripped his hair, returning the kiss with passion.
Alejandro pulled away, cupping her cheeks as he tucked her hair behind her ear to get a better look at her face.
“I really want to have you right now, but I don’t want to rush you,” he whispered softly.
Camila stared at him, blinking, but before she could respond, there was a knock at the door, causing her to jump off his lap.
“Geez, you’re so jumpy. It’s probably just a delivery guy,” Alejandro said, rolling his eyes as he stood up to answer the door.
“What delivery guy?” Camila asked, but Alejandro was already speaking to someone outside. He signed a paper and received a package.
“What’s inside?” Camila asked as he walked back in.
“Personal protective equipment. We’ll be checking on the factory tomorrow. They’re still working on it,” he replied.
“I can’t wait,” Camila said with a smile. Alejandro responded by patting her head.
“Finish up. It’s getting late, and we have to leave early tomorrow,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before carrying the package upstairs.
Camila didn’t feel like eating anymore, so she packed the food and took it to the kitchen, emptying it into a clean bag. She decided she would give it to the street dogs on their way out tomorrow. She left the kitchen and called her parents to let them know where she was and how things were going in her marriage.
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NEXT DAY: BRIAR HIGH SCHOOL***
“Brett,” Isabella called out as she chased after Brett when class was over. It was her only opportunity to talk to him and find out why he had been avoiding her.
“Brett,” she called again. This time, he stopped running but didn’t turn to face her.
“Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend, Ace?” he replied, his voice tinged with jealousy.
“Is that why you didn’t reply to my messages and have been avoiding me? Seriously, Brett, I thought we were friends. I thought you were different,” Isabella said, her voice full of disappointment.
Brett finally turned to face her. “What do you expect from me? To just compliment you while you’re with another man? Fine, you looked breathtaking that night. You always do, Isabella, and damn, I—” He stopped himself when he realized he was saying too much.
“I don’t even know what’s wrong with me,” he mumbled, and Isabella just stared at him, speechless.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” he sighed and began to walk away.
“Did you mean that?” Isabella asked before he could take another step.
“Huh?” Brett turned back.
“That I look pretty? That I’ve always looked pretty?” she asked shyly.
Brett looked a bit confused but nodded. “Yes, you do. I thought you knew that.”
“It just felt different coming from you, and I don’t know why,” Isabella said with a smile. Brett smiled back, but his expression soured when he saw Ace approaching.
“I should go now. Someone’s here for you,” Brett said, rolling his eyes before walking away.
Isabella turned around to find Ace standing there, watching Brett retreat.
“I don’t like that guy,” Ace mumbled.
“Why?” Isabella asked, narrowing her eyes.
Ace shook his head and kissed her cheek.
“What are you doing here today? I thought you had a game match?” Isabella asked as Ace held her hand and walked her to class. People were staring and taking pictures, but Ace seemed unfazed.
“We were supposed to, but our opponents chickened out,” Ace replied, stopping when they reached Isabella’s class.
“I’ll pick you up at 5 p.m. We can hang out at my place. I’m doing a Livestream with my fans, and I want to introduce you to them,” he informed her.
“Really?” Isabella blinked, surprised.
Ace smiled and cupped her cheeks. “I’m serious about you, Isabella. I see my fans as family, and I want them to meet you. I’m sure they’ll love you,” he said before pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Will you be able to make it?” he asked, his eyes filled with hope.
Isabella smiled and nodded. Ace leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before heading off to his class.
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TO Be Continued
