The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 19

Alessandro eyed her with irritation as she evaded his questions. “You’re changing the subject.”

“Yup.” She nodded as she took more of the risotto off his plate. “You should try this, it’s really good.”

“Tell me something Mackenna.” He ignored her instructions. “When you almost died, did it not occur to you to come home to me?”

g material. You were on the front page of a glossy magazine with Dulce, and I remembered why it was I had left in the first place. You were doing a show with her in Japan, and I knew she would come ahead of me. There was no way I was going to set myself up for you to tell me you were too busy to come for me.”

He argued.

ys will.”

ntact from you. She’s the priority in your life and there is nothing you can say to make me change my mind.”

nto making Dulce the perfect representative for my company and in doing so, I alienated the one person who meant more to me than anything else. If I could go back in time to fix it, Mackenna, I would but I cannot. I can only ask you to reconsider the divorce and give me a chance to be a better husband.”

e and despair at her words.

the moment, and she knew who it was, and she rose to answer it. She picked up the telephone and sat down on the edge of the sofa as she spoke into the receiver. “Hello.”

ing in her eyes, blurring her sight but she didn’t try to wipe them and didn’t try to hide them.

whimpered as the pain in her chest grew.

y?”

er hair off her face.

asked quietly as he rubbed her shou

married to a man who neither loved nor respected her enough to make his mistress go away.

my periods and a multi-vitamin. My period didn’t change at all when I was in the hospital. It seems I outgrew the terrible stuff of my adolescence, and my hormones were normal. Since I didn’t have anyone in my life, I opted not to bother taking them again.”

skipped my period altogether.” She felt his hand go still on her shoulder where he’d been rubbing sympathetically. “Actually, I only realized it when I woke up from my

back. I just wanted my self-respect back. Now, I’ll never know what it will be like to look at myself in the mirror and not see the pathetic excuse for a woman my mother would be ashamed of looking back at her.” She turned to face him then. “You won’t let me go now, will you?”

urt earlier if it felt anything remotely like the agony he now felt. “If you are

would try to emulate me. I am a disgrace.”

ld?” Searing pain pushed his lungs into his ribs.

h his billionaire father. I don’t have a leg to stand on or the funds to fight you. I’ll cut my losses and go home. It’s all I can do.”

nt you to quit your job immediately. You will stay here with me until Dulce is fit enough to be discharged from the hospital and then we’ll return home.”

f his paisley tie. “Do you mind if I go lie down for a bit? I’m suddenly feeling a little

ning and advise them. You can also call the viper of a lawyer you have and have her halt your divorce proceedings. Tell her to send me the bill.”

“Sure,” she whispered as she moved in a trance-like state and left the room. She was pregnant. She was pregnant wit

Now it was here it felt surreal. She heard Alessandro get off the sofa and the soft sound of his footsteps as he crossed the living room and then the sliding glass of the patio doors filtered to her. She’d half-expected him to follow her into the bedroom but he hadn’t. He was outside likely celebrating his victory with a cigarette and a drink. He got what he wanted. She would go home and go back to being his wife while he kept his mistress with him instead of her. At leas

e glad of an heir but maybe not, he’d never liked her if she were honest.

tears off her cheeks and hiccupped. At some point she drifted off to sleep and when she woke, she was curled in Alessandro’s arms, and he sno

s sister was a stunning woman. No, their child would not have a supermodel for a mother and so for his sake, she prayed he looked more like his father than his mother. It would be most difficult to be plain and homely when your father was Alessandro Giordano. She wondered if their child would hate her because she was not as beautiful as his father’s mistress. She looked up from her musings to see Alessandro watching her, his tiger eyes sharp and bright in the darkened room.

kenna?” he asked quietly exquisitely aware she was examining him in detail.

ou?” She asked as pain stabbed her heart. “He will hate me.”

a tiny button nose.”

topped her from speaking and she frowned.

ned the kiss, twirling his tongue around hers as he tucked her under his torso and dropping his leg over her hip. He felt her responding to him

the long column of her throat and to the exposed skin where he unbuttoned the pyjama top. He kissed the soft swell of her breast and smiled softly. “You will feed our ba

as he took her n****e into his mouth.

ir share now.” He chuckled as she moaned loudly as he drew her deeper into the hot recess of his mouth. His hands squeezed and massaged her as

back up the bed, his fingers stroking her deeply and firmly while his lips claimed hers again.

ked, just as he’d always done. She ran her fingers over his lean physique, down the hollow of his spine to his back and around the hard curve of his buttocks before rounding to the front and grasping the hard shaft resting between them. His groan as she slid her fingers up and down him made her feel sexy and powerful and she kept a slow steady rhythm, rubbing him against the silk of her pajamas. He tore his lips from

is eyes bore into hers, “continue and I will

kicked them to the floor and parted her legs as he moved between them. He filled her in one

to capacity as he held himself tight and deep to the very hilt of his manhood inside of her.

is face next to hers, cheek to cheek on the pillow, his breath heavy and hurried as he tried to catch it.

was not long in coming.