Mr Billionaire's Unwanted Wife novel Chapter 10

I strode around the living room, constantly drawing and releasing my breath.

I can't think straight right now because of what's going on.

When I heard the sound of the door opening, I flinched.

"Honey," a woman's captivating voice said.

I turned around and held my breath when I saw a very beautiful woman in her middle age wearing an expensive chiffon long dress and a middle-aged man who looked like the old version of Adrain, along with a girl who appeared to be my age, with grey eyes like Adrian and a face that resembled Adrian's, there is no doubt that she is his sister.

I stared at them as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Adrian comes from his study, and his mother rushes up to him, hugging him and kissing his cheeks.

His father then hugged him, followed by his sister.

"How are you doing, honey?" his mother said, tenderly touching his hair, but he frowns, as if irritated by them.

Jerk, you are so fortunate to have such a wonderful family. Compare that to an orphan like myself who has never seen love from their parents since childhood and you have no idea how others would treat you if you don't really have parents.

I'm biting my lower lip and turning aside to disguise it.

I, too, wish to be loved in this way, to have parents that adore me, but I am an orphan.

"I found out what the Winston family did, seriously, it's a good thing you didn't marry his daughter, she already loves someone else, she'll never be for you, you deserve far more than her," his father said to him with a dimpled smile.

"Yes, I'm glad you didn't marry that Chic, she's a bloody gold-digger," his sister said with a smile that reached her eyes. "She's literally, so irritating, and trust me, you don't even know but she stole my lipsticks, with the excuse of trying them and never trying to return them, even she always used to eye my makeup stuff, whenever we meet her, that Sarah is nothing but a bloody gold-digger,"

"What! Sarah, did you do it? "His mother said as she raised her eyebrows at her daughter, who nodded.

"Who is she bro?" his sister said as she peered at me, and I gulped down, my throat feeling parched.

"Emberly, she is my wife," he told them.

"What," they all said as they exchanged glances.

His mother's head drew back quickly, furrowed brows looking at me, while his father smiled at me, reaching his eyes, and his sister stared at me, swaying slightly.

His mother approached me with a blank expression on her face, and I felt a sudden heaviness in my core.

What if she insults me?

"So, your name is Emberly," his mother said, and I nodded, a slight amount of perspiration building on my brow as I sensed her gaze scrutinizing me.

"You're with my son because he's a billionaire and the richest man on the planet," she said, frowning at my looks and asking, "Are you with him for his money?"

As I took a step back, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

What gives her the right to think this way about me? She was completely unfamiliar with my existence.

"Ma'am, I'm not with your son for his money; I can take care of my own financial needs; I've never needed a man for that, trust me, and if you have this much trouble with me, you can ask your son; I wasn't the one who first proposed for marriage; it was your son," I said in one breath without pausing.