Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 148: Chapter 148

ANDRES
I knew Ellie was pissed.
And it made me feel so fucking bad.
But I didn’t have time to explain.
As soon as this was done, I would tell her everything. First, I needed to know if my intel was good.
“Look, Mr. Ramirez,” Gary sneered like the condescending prick he was. “I know what you are. I looked you up. You work for those goddamn Russian gangsters. Now, I just wanna tell you, you didn't have to marry my ex to get her company.”
“You mean my company. I own Maxwell Mining now.”
“So you said, but you see, I am Maxwell Mining. I’ve been the managing VP for the last six years. I'll tell you what, you give me controlling interest. You let me run the company. And I’ll let you raise my son,” he said smugly.
“You would give me Sammy for a piece of Maxwell Mining?” I asked, not sure I could hate that smug motherfucker anymore than I already did.
“Sure. Hell, I can always fight that fat bitch in court. Tell the whole world how unfit she is to raise a child. Running out on her husband. Taking him from his father’s loving arms. Letting him sleep in dirty shelters. What kind of mother does that? Oh, I will drag her through the mud,” he said, a stupid grin on his face.
“Are you finished?” I asked, my control hanging on by a thread.
“Yes. I’m finished. That's my offer, now you think about it, Ramirez.”
“First, if you ever talk about my wife again, I will rearrange your face. Second, I don’t need to think about it,” I said, inhaling deeply.
“Are you sure? You know, that kid is weak like his mother. When I get custody of him, and I will, I’m going to send him to boarding school. The meanest one I can find where the headmasters aren’t afraid to use a little corporal punishment on sniveling brats like him.”
“You fucking prick! When I said I didn’t need to think about it, I meant there was no contest between Sammy and some fucking company,” I snapped, disgusted with this asshole.
I was one second away from beating the shit out of this motherfucker when the door flew open, and my wife barged in looking enraged and gorgeous.
My protective instincts were going crazy. I didn’t want Gary to fucking look at her. I didn’t want him breathing her air.
“Stop!” she shouted, her face red with rage.
“Ellie, what is it?”
“His wife. She told m-me⁠—”
“Shut up, you stupid fat bitch!” Gary yelled at her.
And that was it. I snapped.
“I fucking warned you.”
I jumped over the table separating us, and I unleashed hell on that motherfucker.
Thank fuck I did my homework on that law firm, right before I retained one of the partners as council, paying him a hefty six figures to do little more than keep my confidence.
I knew the room was soundproofed.
No one could hear Gary’s whimpers and cries. That meant they also couldn’t hear the pounding of my fists as they met his face or the sounds of skin and bones breaking.
Once he stopped moving, I stood up, spitting on the motherfucker.
He was still alive.
Barely.
I wasn’t going to kill him with Ellie watching. But it was a close thing.
“Andres,” she said my name like it gave her some relief to do so.
I stepped away from Gary, wiping my bloodied hands on the handkerchief I pulled from my pocket.
“You okay?” I asked.
“He’s not Sammy’s father,” she said.
I frowned, not understanding her.
“What?”
“His new wife told me. See, Gary and I went to a fertility clinic, b-because he couldn’t always perform. He said it was my fault. But she said he had a vasectomy years ago.”
“What?” I repeated, my eyes wide.
“Gary paid off the doctor to impregnate me with donor sperm. He has no legal grounds to sue for visitation or custody. He’s not Sammy’s father,” she repeated.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes, Andres. I am so serious,” she said, tears flowing from her eyes.
I cupped her cheek, pressing my forehead to hers. Relief filling me at hearing the truth.
“It doesn’t matter who his sperm donor is, Sammy is my son, and you are my wife,” I said aloud, claiming them both.
“Yes. Yours,” she nodded.
I knew she needed more, but I was still amped, and I couldn’t speak gently like she deserved.
Not yet.
I grabbed my phone, calling the lawyer I’d retained, and my bodyguard to come into the room.
“Mr. Peters is sick. He had a seizure and hit his face. He needs a doctor,” I said, ignoring the wide-eyed stare of my new attorney.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Ramirez,” the lawyer said.
I turned my gaze to where Gary was dribbling blood onto the floor. Rage turned my vision red, but I would sit on that. Save it for another day.
“I’ll be seeing you, Gary.”
It was a promise.
“Take care of him. I’m taking my wife home.”
The trip back to the condo was quiet, and I appreciated her giving me the silence I needed to calm down.
I was still fucking furious.
I’d wanted to kill Gary tonight.
But it was neither the time nor the place.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez. Just so you know, Sammy has been asleep for a while now,” Nanny Rosa said when we walked into his bedroom to check on him.
“Thank you so much, Rosa,” Ellie murmured, dropping a kiss on Sammy’s head.
I followed suit, tucking him under the covers and brushing his soft hair back with my fingertips.
“The car is ready to drive you back. Unless you want to spend the night?” Ellie offered.
“Oh, I appreciate it, ma’am, but I’m good to go back. Thank you,” the older woman said.
I dipped my chin and the bodyguard who’d accompanied us stepped forward to take Nanny Rosa’s bag. He would walk the older woman to my car where another bodyguard and the driver waited. And they would make sure she returned to Adrik’s place safe and sound.
“Want a nightcap?” I asked.
Ellie expelled a sigh and nodded, following me to the liquor cabinet. I grabbed two glasses and a bottle of Whiskey Neat, their new oak aged cherry label.
“Ice? Soda?”
“Both please.”
I doctored hers and took mine straight, sliding her glass over to her side of the counter.
We took sips, and I waited, but my Ellie was as stubborn as I was, if not more.
God, I loved her.
“Ask me.”
“Ask you what?” she replied.
“Ask me anything you want to know about tonight, or about anything at all, Wife. You ask, I tell. And vice versa.”
She looked at me for a full beat, then nodded.
“Did you really buy Maxwell Mining?”
“I did,” I said, watching her face fall. Then I continued.
“But I lied about being the owner.”
“What? That makes no sense,” she said, frowning.
I paused and decided I might as well just tell her the truth. Hell, I’d been so busy securing this deal, greasing hands to push it through.
It was a helluva thing getting a judge to rush a will through probate and to dismiss Gary’s frivolous fucking suits.
I’d almost lost it a time or two, but I wasn’t the prince of acquisitions for nothing.
Gary, that sleaze, was a moron. He didn’t realize Maxwell Mining was sitting on several thousand acres of land, all right on top of rare earth mineral deposits. The kind that made princes of the paupers that were once the Volkov brothers.
I’d been working nonstop to make sure my wife and son got everything they had coming to them, so yeah, no more lies. It was time Ellie knew it all.
She was worth billions. The land, the money, the deals. It was all hers. And Sammy’s.
There was more to it, though. Ellie wasn’t just the owner of Maxwell Mining. She owned me.
Body, heart, and soul.
I belonged to that woman, and I wouldn’t lie about it or hide. I wasn’t ashamed of my feelings or of my devotion to her. And keeping secrets was far too costly.
“Okay,” I began, backing her into our room.
“I’ll tell you everything, but I need you to start stripping,” I said.
Ellie’s breath hitched, and she nodded, slipping her shoes off first. I groaned, loving the flash of skin as she lifted her pant legs and her ankles peeked out.
Now I knew why that was such a big thing a few centuries ago.
Ellie had Fanfuckingtastic ankles.
“Well? Are you going to start talking?” she asked, and I looked up, surprised.
My Lupina had grit. How could I forget?
“Right. So, first, I used my connections with Volkov Industries to push the sale of Maxwell Mining through despite certain restrictions pending investigation,” I said, stepping out of my own shoes.
I raised my eyebrows, and Ellie unsnapped her pants, pulling her sweater over her head. She paused, and I grinned wider.
“I had those cleared, by the way. Your inheritance, everything from your father’s estate, should all revert to you by the end of business tomorrow. As for the company,” I said, mulling over my words.
Ellie took my pause as something else, and I was not complaining as she pushed her pants down her hips, allowing them to fall.
Standing there in a black lace bra and panties, my wife looked like a fucking seductress.
My cock strained inside my pants, thumping against the zipper, and I groaned, pulling off my shirt and undoing my buckle.
“Andres?” she prompted, and I noticed she looked a little nervous.
“There’s no nice way to say this, but your father really fucked you when it came to the company, Angel. He absolutely did not want you to have it, and he worded it in such a way that I couldn’t give you ownership if I tried. So, what I did was, I gave it to Sammy. But since you’re his mother, and legal guardian, it is yours until he comes of age.”
“What?”
“Sammy owns Maxell Mining,” I repeated.
“I don’t understand. So, you didn’t do all this just for the company,” she whispered, her pouty lips opening.
“What? No. Of course not. Sammy is the sole owner and heir of Maxwell Mining and all its holdings with you as his mother and legal guardian, you can use his vote however you want. I never wanted Maxwell Mining, Ellie. But I hope you won’t mind, but I already started looking into ways to improve the company.”
“You never wanted it?”
“No. It’s not mine. But I can help make it better for you, for Sammy, when he gets older. If you let me. It’s kind of what I do for Volkov Industries. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t look out for my son’s future?”
“And you did all this before you even knew he wasn’t Gary’s?” she asked, and I could see her surprise.
“Lupina, all I ever needed to know in order for me to love Sammy like he’s my own child is to know he’s yours.”
I watched her connect the dots, saw the exact moments when she understood what I was trying to say, and it was like the light at the end of a long, cold, dark tunnel.
Ellie walked into my space, placing her hands on my shoulders. She leaned back so she could look at my face, and I loved that she was so much smaller than me.
So much softer than I was.
So much warmer.
Kinder.
Better.
Ellie was good.
So damn good.
It made me feel protective, possessive, and so damn lucky to have her.
“Are you trying to say you married me because you love me, Husband?”
I placed my hands on her waist and dragged her closer, not stopping until I felt the hard points of her breasts pressed against my chest through the skimpy piece of lace covering her.
“Yeah, Wife, that’s what I’m saying.”
I nuzzled her nose with mine, breathing her breath, and just held onto her. I was trying to give her the space and time she needed to come to terms with our new reality.
“This was never a marriage of convenience. I didn’t wed you out of pity or greed,” I growled, then thought about it a second. “Well, maybe greed. But not the kind of greed you think.”
I didn’t need Maxwell Mining or what would add up to over a billion dollars of personal wealth for her and her son once I finished going through their assets and increasing their holdings.
I had my own money. My own job. My own properties.
But I would never leave what was theirs to rot. And I would certainly never leave it in the hands of lesser men like Gary fucking Peters.
“What do you mean, then?” she whispered.
“I didn’t marry you for your father’s company or your inheritance, Ellie. I married you because I can’t fucking live without you. I’m greedy for you, Angel, only you,” I confessed, and it felt so goddamn good.
It was like a weight had been lifted off my chest. A veil had been torn from my eyes, and I could finally see what was right in front of me.
Her. Only her.
Ellie sighed, lifting herself up onto her tippy toes. She crushed my mouth with hers, and I moaned when I felt her tongue slide in.
“Get on the bed, Husband,” she commanded.
I couldn’t even form words to tell her I would.
Instead, I just picked her up, cupping my hands on her ass and trying not to stumble when she wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her hot core to my front.
“Fuck,” I growled, barely making it across the bedroom floor.
Both of us were panting, moaning, desperate for more. I kicked off my pants, stepping out of them without missing a beat.
This frenzied collision of need and want was like nothing I ever felt.
I was beyond attracted. I was fucking obsessed. Wildly, completely, and irrevocably committed to this woman.