Mr. Billionaire's Wife

chapter1

"Armaan", please-"

BANG!

A beautiful woman was pushed and thrown onto the floor. Her perfectly curled hair was a mess, her makeup was ruined, and bruises were beginning to form on her wrists.

Glowering eyes filled with pure hatred and disgust stared down at her. He was supposed to be her loved fiance, the man she would soon wed in one year. Yet, here he was, glaring daggers into her.

The look he gave her was bone-chilling as if she had brutally slaughtered his entire family. Was it possible to hate someone so much to the point of where their eyes were practically burning with animosity?

A simple glance at his infuriated eyes was enough to freeze someone's blood.

Malika Dev, a petite woman whose face screamed innocence, was standing beside the ruthless man. Her dainty arms were wrapped around his biceps. Pure, docile, gentle, and anything sweet could be used to describe Malika. Her skin was pale, like the first fall of snow. Her face was small and adorable, like a cherished and doted bunny.

Because of her meek nature, laidback smiles, and the allure of a female lead, she always provoked the protective nature of men - more specifically, Armaan, who vowed to ruin anyone that dared to harm her.

Kavya, his childhood friend for two decades and beloved fiancee for one decade, was unfortunate enough to experience this treatment.

"Tum kitni giri hui hosakti ho (You disgust me)." Armaan spat out each word, every syllable prickling her heart.

Kavya felt like the villain of their Cinderella story that seemed to walk right out of a Bollywood drama. It was one that involved a poor and miserable Malika who managed to capture the heart and attention of a brutal, but incredibly handsome billionaire.

"Apni ghandi haato se maat chuo mujhe (Don't touch me with your dirty hands)." His voice, so dark, but smooth and pleasant to the ears, echoed throughout the room.

The socialities of Mumbai watched from the corner. Their mouths moved non-stop as they mocked, gossiped, and laughed at the honorable kavya whose reputation was pushed to ruins.

Kavya glanced up at the man. Her heart was torn in every direction and painfully ached from his antagonizing stares.

Armaan looked at her like she was the scum at the bottom of his shoes - something that was always with him and would never let go.

"Armaan, I-"

"Did I allow you to call me that? You vengeful b*tch." He snarled at her, his voice dangerously low.

Kavya felt a pang within her heart. She looked at him as if she had been brutally kicked. When did it all go wrong?

Kavya had dedicated all of her time, attention, and life to him. When he needed help in his company, she was there as the influential daughter of the Ahuja family.

She helped him pull strings, threatened the people, did the dirty work, and allowed herself to be pushed into the brink of insanity. She worried over issues that he should've cared about. And while she slaved away at his desk, Armaan Kashyap was with his lover halfway across the world.