The Billionaire’s Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

The way in which the man greeted Cathleen didn’t go down well with Xavier. The fact that she was attracting the eyes of every man in the hall in a sinful way was a hard pill for him to swallow. Now he was going to have to watch as yet another man put his filthy hand dangerously close to her ass. His ass. He gritted his teeth as he thought of the contract they’d signed.

The two of them had to stay out of each other’s business. But why fuck did her ass seem to defy gravity, looking devilishly tempting and begging to be squeezed and spanked? The round curves of her backside were on full display, accentuated by the tight fabric of her dress. Even as she walked away, the alluring sight lingered in his mind, taunting him with its forbidden allure. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was intentional or simply a gift from the gods. Either way, he couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch it, to feel the firmness beneath his fingertips. But he knew he had to control himself, at least for now.

He had to swallow so hard as he tried not to look at the sinfulness of her ass. But how was that even possible when she was sitting in the front row next to him, together with her Italian boyfriend? His throat clenched with a hard swallow as he waited for Cathleen to respond to the man. Her lips curled into a smile that he had never witnessed before, one that seemed to light up her entire face and radiate pure joy. It was a smile that could make one’s heart skip a beat and cause a flutter in the stomach. The sight of it took his breath away, and he couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by the transformation taking place in front of him.

“Anche tu sembri diabolicamente bello, amore.” Xavier almost choked on his saliva as he swallowed hard at the sight of Cathleen with another man. He didn’t understand his wife at all. How could she be flirting with another man right in front of her husband’s eyes? She didn’t even care in the world that her husband was there. But on the other hand, Xavier seemed to have forgotten that he was with Olivia.

Translation: You look devilishly handsome too, love.

Finn, who was in a state of awe when he saw Cathleen walk in, suddenly felt the need to have his grandfather watch her with another man. But he had to show the old man his uncle in an indirect way because there was no way the old man wouldn’t have spotted Cathleen.

“Grandpa, isn’t that Uncle Xavier with the girl from his house the other day?” he asked. The old man looked at him and nodded. When Finn didn’t hear his grandfather’s words about Cathleen, he suddenly felt like a loser because what he wanted didn’t go according to plan. But then, Finn being Finn, he did the pushing.

“Grandpa, have you seen Cathleen at all?” The old man turns his cold gaze toward his grandson.

“It’ll do you some good if you just start to mind your own business for a while.” Finn felt humiliated. The man was an old man, and he could see that Finn wanted to get Cathleen back.

Meanwhile, the auction started. People bought a couple of pieces, and everyone was waiting for the piece called The Eye of the Ocean, but the piece was never put on display. The people started to look around to find out if there was a big shot who might have bought that piece of art.

“Why was The Eye of the Ocean not put up for auction?” Dora asked her husband, trying to understand the situation.

“Well, how am I supposed to know who Mr. Knight is if this piece of art has never been sold? Mother, did we hear wrong?” Dora pinched her daughter to stop her whining, for it would be obvious why she had come to the auction. “Mother, you and I both know that the highest bidder for this piece of art could have been him. Did he buy it before it got auctioned off?” Dora didn’t answer; she just looked at her husband and avoided her daughter.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sir, with all due respect, Why was The Eye of The Ocean not on the auction block?” One of the bidders asked the question.

“It was bought by a big shot in Paris, where the auction was supposed to have taken place. We were only able to sell the pieces that we had here.” Xavier’s eyes were on his wife. What a cunning little bitch! She was the buyer, and yet she sat there as if nothing had happened. She had the same cold expression on her face as if she didn’t know anything about the piece.

Cathleen raised her hand, and the mysterious man she was with took her hand in his as the man led them out of the hall, but somehow the way they were parading didn’t sit well with Xavier.

“Not so fast, Mrs. Knight.” Cathleen closed her eyes and turned to look at Xavier as he walked towards her, leaving Olivia running after him. Xavier took long strides in the direction of Cathleen and came to a halt right in front of her and the man she was with. “Does this man you are gracefully parading with have any idea that you are married, Cathleen?” Xavier barked, his eyes as cold as ice, staring at the hand that was clasped in Cathleen’s own.

Cathleen gave Xavier a smile that went from one ear to the other and said, “Mr. Knight. I thought you were supposed to be minding your own business while I was minding mine. Has that suddenly slipped your mind? Your words, not mine.” Cathleen said it so casually, without showing anyone that they were about to fight.

“Amore mio, cosa sta dicendo quest’uomo?” Cathleen looked at Xavier and smiled as Olivia finally arrived at the place where they were standing. Cathleen could tell that Xavier didn’t want Olivia to be able to hear what they were saying to each other. As Olivia was breathing heavily from trying to keep up with Xavier, Cathleen replied to the mysterious man with her.

Translation: My love, what is this man saying?

“Oh, Amore, mio. L’uomo dice che ama il tuo vestito.” Xavier stared at his daring wife and suddenly had the urge to slap her across the face in front of everyone. How the hell was he going to like an ordinary suit when he was wearing an Armani suit? Does Cathleen have a death wish? He stared at her, wishing she’d change her mind about the shit she’d just puked, but Cathleen had no intention of changing her statement. Instead, after a moment’s reflection on how angry her husband was, she bade him farewell and was on her way. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you. Mr Knight.” Xavier had the urge to go after Cathleen and beat the living daylights out of her, but how could he do that? He set the contract rules. It takes two to tango!

Translation: Oh, my love. The man says he loves your suit.