The Billionaire’s Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

“Darling, what did she say to you? Is that her boyfriend or something? Is she cheating on you?” Olivia wanted to find something-just anything-that she could use against Cathleen. Maybe she could tell old Mr. Knight that Cathleen had been cheating on her husband.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Olivia, what happened between me and my wife is none of your business. Yeah?” Olivia’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized that she had been unsuccessful in obtaining what she desired at the auction house. Xavier, on the other hand, was impatient to leave and eagerly pondered whether Cathleen would be spending the night at home or with her Italian boyfriend. He scanned the lavish hall, taking in the ornate chandeliers and opulent décor. When his gaze landed on Caleb, he beckoned him over with a subtle wave of his hand. Leaning in close, he whispered something to Caleb, who nodded in understanding. The low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses created a lively ambiance around them. “Let’s get going.” That’s what he said to Olivia.

Olivia followed the man without saying a word. They reached the car, and Xavier said, “Open the door for Miss Williams.” He ordered Caleb.

‘Miss Williams?’ Olivia wondered. Why would the man call her Miss Williams?

As the car moved through the quiet streets of New York City, Olivia could tell that the car wasn’t on its way to Xavier’s mansion. She lifted her eyes to meet the gaze of the man sitting next to her, but she could tell that he wasn’t in a very good mood. So she remained silent for the whole of the journey. In fact, she didn’t even have a clue where she was until the car was at a standstill. Xavier took her to her apartment. Her eyes were wide with surprise. She didn’t even know if she had done something wrong or not because the man had just asked Caleb to drive the car. Caleb got out of the car, opened the door for Olivia, and then said good night to her.

“Goodnight, Miss Williams.” Olivia hadn’t the faintest idea what this was all about. What’s with all the formalities? Before she had a chance to protest, the car sped off.

Meanwhile, the car escorting Cathleen home stopped completely outside the gate of Xavier’s mansion. Her accountant asked. “Madam, why did you ask me to speak Italian today?” Cathleen’s shoulders slumped, and she let out a heavy, weary sigh as she turned to her accountant. She slouched back in the plush leather seat of the limousine, closing her eyes for a moment before letting out another deep exhale. The hum of the car’s engine and the gentle swaying motion were soothing, but they couldn’t ease the weight of her worries.

“My husband is a very cunning man. I know he could have asked you many questions if you spoke English. That’s why I didn’t give him a chance to have a word with you.” The man smiled and got out of the car to open the door for Cathleen.

“It was nice doing business with you, ma’am.” The man said, Cathleen thanked the man and went inside Xavier’s house. She was tired, so she went straight to the shower and freshened up. Once she had showered, she changed into her pajamas and went to bed as soon as she was finished.

Xavier arrived at the villa. As soon as the car pulled up. He ran inside and went straight to Cathleen’s room. As he walked in, he saw that Cathleen’s clothes were scattered all over the place: her heels, her bra, her dress, and finally her clutch bag. He picked it all up as he walked into the room. But then the room was filled with the smell of jasmine and gardenia. The smell was divine to behold.

But then why were her clothes scattered all over the place? Is that Italian boyfriend of hers here? I will kill someone today. Oh, help me, God! He thought to himself as he made his way toward the direction of the light switch. But then, as soon as the light went on, the only person he could see was Cathleen. With a sigh, he threw her clothes on the floor and walked out of her room.

When he got to his room, he loosened his tie and asked himself, Why the fuck had he gotten himself so fucked up? It wasn’t as if he’d had any intention of consummating his marriage with Cathleen. Why did she have to put on such a daring look today? Who was the man she was with, and how did she make the purchase of the piece he had his eye on? And most important of all, where the fuck did she get the money to buy that piece? Did my father give any money to Cathleen? Did this old man pay off a girl to be my wife?’ He thought to himself.

Xavier called Caleb to find out who had helped Cathleen get the piece because she couldn’t have done it on her own.

The sun rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow on Olivia’s face as she anxiously paced in her living room. After Cathleen’s grand entrance and Xavier’s sudden departure the day before, she couldn’t just sit and wait for him to return or call her. She was confused by his actions-why had he dropped her off at her house instead of his house?

The question lingered in her mind, making her heart ache with uncertainty. As she waited, the silence in the room grew heavy, filled only by the muted ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Every creak of the floorboards made her jump, hoping it was Xavier coming back to explain himself. Their relationship had always been a whirlwind, but now more than ever, she yearned for stability and clarity from the man she loved. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was going to ask her to move in with him-or perhaps something even more