The Billionaire’s Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

Glimmering rays of sunlight filtered through the intricately designed curtains, their golden threads catching the light and casting a warm glow throughout the room. The furnishings, fit for a queen, gleamed in the soft light, each piece carefully selected to create an atmosphere of opulence and elegance. It was as if the sun itself had descended into the room, bringing with it a sense of grandeur and luxury that could only be found in the most regal of settings.

When Dora Jackson finally managed to open her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, who was still asleep next to her. She spent some time looking at the man, her brow furrowed as she did so. The man had been cagey regarding the details of Cathleen’s marital situation. She had tried several times to get the man to reveal the identity of the other man. But to this day, her husband has continued to avoid answering the question. Dora scratched herself on the back of her head and racked her brain for a more effective strategy on how to approach Cathleen.

“Honey.” Dora made a sound that was intended for her husband. When the man didn’t answer, she felt like slapping him in the face to wake him up, because he wasn’t helping at all. Dora became irritated and began to shake his head while saying his name in his sleep. The man had an angry expression on his face when he finally opened his eyes. Instead of the question about who Cathleen’s husband was, Dora posed a different question. She couldn’t afford to be obvious.

“Darling, I was just wondering’ how Cathleen was doing’. I’ve been dreaming about her, and that’s terrible. I am worried about her health, and I was wondering if she is all right.” The man’s eyebrows were knitted together in concentration.

“Since when have you shown any interest in Cathleen?” The man’s thoughts were in the back of his mind, but his voice was loud.

“What? Are you saying I don’t care about my daughter?” The man replied in an annoyed tone because he didn’t need her drama.

“I can’t take any more of your antics, woman! Did you wake me up so that we could talk about Catherine?

“Of course!” Dora shouted, but the man just kept on looking at her. He knew her quite well by now. And that wasn’t Cathleen she wanted to see; it was something else she wanted. He might not have been able to protect her in the past, but now he is able to read between the lines.

“Cathleen cut ties with us. So, no one should be meeting Cathleen. Now, would you please let me go back to sleep?”Dora was now speechless. William didn’t care about his daughter at all. And if she didn’t get Cathleen’s phone number, there was no way of knowing who the owner of the Knight Group was. So, she made a face at her husband, but the man just pulled back the sheets and covered his head to get away from her.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Honey, I know she cut us off, but I want to talk to her on the phone.” The man let out an exasperated sigh, stood up, and wrote down Cathleen’s number on a piece of paper. Then he gave it to the woman and didn’t bother to go back to sleep because he knew that she was going to talk to him about Cathleen. So he went to the toilet, leaving Dora alone.

The next morning, Cathleen woke up and took a shower, and when she came downstairs, Xavier was having breakfast with Olivia. She didn’t even bother to say hello to anyone except the helpers. She headed to the fridge, poured herself some water, drank the water, and decided to eat out. She couldn’t stand Olivia’s hypocrisy, so it wasn’t a good idea for her to sit at the same table with her because she could send her packing with her words.

Cathleen has been avoiding the two of them since it was just a contract marriage, and it’s not like she was going to sleep with Xavier. As far as she was concerned, Xavier was just another playboy. She had no romantic feelings for him whatsoever. It was not as if Cathleen had any romantic feelings for any man at all.

After she had finished her glass of water, she set the glass down on the sink and then walked out of the room. Cathleen’s actions baffled Xavier, who was sitting nearby at the table, trying his best to make sense of them. So, he stood up and followed her out of the room.

Cathleen froze in her tracks, waiting for the man to say whatever it was that he had to say. Xavier took long strides toward the woman. He stopped in front of her.

“You do realize that wishing someone a good morning is not going to end their life, don’t you?” Xavier was infuriated just by the fact that Cathleen was giving the man her full attention and examining him from head to toe. She seemed to be staring at him as if he were a mere apparition in front of her eyes. After that, she gave him a cold response.

“Nowhere in the contract does it state that I am required to greet you in the morning or amuse you. I am under no obligation to do either of these things for you. Mr. Knight.” There was no batting of her eyelashes as she stared him straight in the eyes as she addressed him. When Xavier glanced at his wife, he could tell that she was as unfeeling as a fuckton of ice.

“Watch the way you talk to me, Mrs. Knight; the next time I will do more than just a hand twist.” He examined her thoroughly, first from head to toe and then from toe… After that, his gaze went straight to the cleavage. “If you wish to die, talk to me like you are taking a shit again. I will end you, Cathleen! Even if you sell your body for a living, should you be putting your breasts on display?”

Cathleen felt a chill run down her spine, but she masked the fact that she was terrified. The sound of her husband’s voice was enough to terrify the living daylights out of her. She wriggled out of his hands and started heading toward her car, but she stopped right before she could get inside her car. Xavier was convinced that she was a prostitute, so she turned and spoke, “My clients are high-profile clients. So don’t worry about your reputation. However, Mr. Knight, you have established a name for yourself in this industry. It wouldn’t be surprising when people started to learn about your wife. Do you not agree with me?” Xavier sprinted towards the car, but Cathleen was fast to get inside and take off.

Olivia came out and saw the man chasing after his wife’s car, then asked, “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“None of your business.” He said this as he opened the door to his car, and his assistant couldn’t stop laughing.

His wife is such a character! Caleb thought as he drove towards the busy streets of Manhattan, smiling to himself with the thought of what he had witnessed today.

It’s no wonder he’s so obsessed with finding out everything about her. Caleb thought.