Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

Richie walked towards the washroom and opened the shower while his hands turned into a fist as Richie slammed his hand into the concrete wall ahead. The lukewarm water ran down his body wiping all the stress which still lingered within his heart. Richie took a quick bath and headed towards the dining hall, he wanted to make sure to ease the butler’s pain and curiosity. “Good morning, master!” A maid servant approached him and greeted as usual, making Richie smile at her. He walked towards the huge hall where the long ass table waited for him, so many delicacies were put 9n the table for him to devour. The menu each day was selected by the old butler since the day Richie was born, and the man had never opposed the decision or the choice at all. “Good morning, son!” The butler who had been sitting by the chair spoke while staring at Richie keenly. “Good morning, come have a seat.” The old man gestured towards a chair close by him, while his anxious eyes were observing him with a serious intent. Richie was well aware what was about to come, hence he kept his mouth shut before Mr Noah could take the charge and speak to him. It was the moment when the male chef arrived in the picture and stood away from the two men, he cast a brief look at them and bowed his head. Then clapped his hands to permit the waitress to bring in the breakfast since the delicacies presented on the table were just starters. A jury of women approached and walked inside with different trays in their hands, all of them put the items on the table one by one while clad in identical dresses. After they were gone the head chef bowed his head and took his leave, while all the other army of men followed his lead and emptied the room. The old butler turned to Richie while the young lad pretended not to see his crooked eyebrow and a serious stare. Richard reached for the bread when the butler smacked his hand which Richie did not expect since the butler had always been a chilling person. “Owh, what!?” The butler gave him a ‘duh’ look and rolled his eyes, he leaned in and placed his elbows on the table while staring in his eyes sternly. He was not in a mood to bear and buy his shit, that’s why came straight to the point. “Do you think I care about your breakfast, huh? Right now I’m worried about that poor girl,” The butler had his emotions poured out while Richard raised his eyebrow in disbelief. The old man glanced at him after signing over Elle’s disappearance. Whereas Richie was still confused and torn between two different visions. And both of those theories were fed to him by the people whom he had loved and believed the most. He trusted the old butler because he was apparently his father, while Sandro was his best friend who had remained with his wife ever since they were children. However the relationship with Sandro also included both of them being cousins. The butler was shocked upon seeing Richie’s reaction over his unsaid statement, which provoked the butler that something was surely wrong with his son. Hence he took the liberty to directly ask him rather than swinging the topic around. “Why are you staring at me like this?” Before he could say anything Richardson asked him the reason why he was staring at him with such a shocking expression. Although he could see the lingering disappointment in his eyes regarding Richie, the young lad stopped his hand right there with a heavy heart. “Why? Don’t you even want me to be disappointed in you now, huh?” The butler sighed and combed his long white beard which halted at his neck, the act scared the shit out Richard. He did not realize that the butler was not only concerned about him but Elle too. However Richie was unable to comprehend why would the old man get so attached to her, although Richard could not deny the fact that he too felt attracted to her in just a few weeks. “I can’t believe that you could be so insensitive. How can you still have an appetite at this crucial moment, Richie? Your fiance is missing, manh!” The butler snatched the loaf from his hand and raised his voice, he did not want his son to lose a potentially good wife. However he knew that Richie met Sandro in the office, even though he was just a plain butler but the man held some authority. He could basically control and order the staff around, since after Richardson’s biological father died he was the one appointed to take care of Richie. Although only a few people were aware of the reality that Mr Noah was not Richie’s actual father but outside that household no one knew about him. The old man raised his voice and tried to put some sense into his mind, he could see clearly that Sandro had again infested his son with some stupid bullshit that’s why Richie was behaving distant on the particular matter. “Do you even know what this means, huh?’ He became angry over the way Richie believed Sandro blindly, however he did not know what kind of chat they both had in the office but one thing was certain… the old man could not expect anything good from Sandro Petrakis! “It means your wife-to-be could be in danger if she has been abducted. Do you understand this, son?” Richie lowered his head while thinking deeply for a brief moment. Shame reigned on his face which was evident from his flushed face and glued to the ground eyes. Mr Noah did not want to make his son guilty for trusting Sandro, instead he was hyper and boiling in ire because Richie did not believe in his fiance, Elle… the woman who was genuinely in love with him and had been a supportive pillar in his life after Mr Noah.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.