Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Elle growled as she found herself on Sandro’ shoulder and could not keep herself calm, since she knew that she had to escape from him. But the current situation did not seem to be going in her favour.

“Put me down, you bastard!” She smacked on his shoulder which made Sandro chuckle as he carried her inside while speaking to her as if nothing had happened. “I’m sorry, love. But you are not going anywhere without my permission!”

She worsened her eyes in shock after hearing his words. No doubt it was true since there was literally no other way to escape that island except to have a helicopter. “I wasn’t running, you stupid!”

She lied to him with a straight face that Sandro did not but because they both had known each other. The man was now in the middle of the hall when he turned towards the kitchen. “Hey, stop!”

Elle saw him going towards the kitchen which embarrassed the lady since she did not want to be seen by the staff members like that. “I said stop right there, Sandrdo!” She yelled at him as the lady smacked his back again, but the sturdy muscular man did not even lunch with her attacks.

“Hey, there ladies. Can you guys prepare a soup and whatever you all want to eat, make that for us too. Today is going to be a feast!” Sandro gave them orders while Elle pushed herself up by supporting her dangling silhouette. The lady placed her palms on his shoulder and looked back, while he had been holding her thighs.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The woman passed an awkward smile at the staff as she waved, although Elle could already see the suppressed chuckles on their faces. As soon as Sandro exited the kitchen a muffled sound of multiple chuckles resonated in the kitchen. Elle scolded him for making fun of her like that.

“You have really embarrassed me today, Sandro! I told you I was NOT running!” She emphasised her words by raising her voice as Sandro took her towards the room again, though his head was still slightly spinning but the flow was stopped and it still hurt.

“Oh yeah? You were not running, but went there for a stall after smashing my head. Right!” His sarcastic voice resonated in the hall as he took the left arcade and headed straight to his room where the lady had been cleaning.

“Oh great! One more audience.” Elle groaned after witnessing the lady in the room who immediately dismissed herself with the shattered glass. “Not my fault, love! If you did not try to run, nothing among this would have happened then!”

Although she knew whatever he said was true, the lady did not want to admit that the blunder was hers. ‘No, I can’t take the blame. If I did then he would definitely wrap me up in the guilt trip to trap me here permanently.’

No wonder Elle had known him and they both were more than just pals or partners, perhaps that’s why Sandro wanted her back after all the mess he had created. “Yeah sure!” She rolled her eyes and Sandro dropped her in the bed gently, Elle immediately stepped back knowing that nothing good will come from him now.

She knew his temper too, however Sandro never hit her but he was used to smash things in rage, and once Elle had gotten injured because of that. But to her expectations nothing such had happened in that moment which surprised her.

‘Is he… is he not going to do anything?’ She sure knew that he would channel out his anger some other way, but in her fear and mind mess Elle totally failed to see that he was not the man she once knew.

Elle Romanov had met the man who used to work part time jobs which require a lot of hours with just reasonable to less wage. She totally failed to comprehend how that same man suddenly had his own island, a luxurious villa which only riches could afford! And on top of that how did he manage to afford so many people to work for him, let alone buying a helicopter.

She had loved him for the man he was, precisely his certain quality which had impressed her. But how do you think she would react after considering the whole situation? Will she choose Richardson over Alessandro after knowing they both are cousins? Hereby I ask you, will she choose to sacrifice her own happiness like every other white lotus female lead of a novel, to stop two cousin like brothers from fighting over her?

Well, I guess you got to trust the author on that cliche because that’s definitely not going to happen at all! “Elle, look….” He spoke in a polite tone although he was still clad in a black suit and had come straight from a meeting when the lady hit him with a vase.

“I don’t want to hurt you or keep you confined here. All you have to do is to hear me out first,” Sandro cautiously sat in the bed as he held the injured spot and pressed it before the doctor arrived. “And I assure you whatever I will say will be true and there is no catch in between the things I will tell.”

He assured her about the confession but somehow Elle could not bring herself to trust him. The lady shouted at him as she curled her legs close to her chest and avoided sobbing. She did not even want him to see her crying or to see her happy, she felt rage and hatred for him.

“Says the one who kidnapped me and has been keeping me confined to his house! Do you think I should trust you, duh? How can I, Sandro?” She averted her gaze with watery eyes. “I… I’m sorry about that, I told you I had no other choice but to stop your wedding.”

Alessandro explained his part while Elle didn’t seem happy with either of his justifications. “And what!? Do you think I will fall in love with you again even if you stop my wedding?” She snapped at him.