Forced Marriage To The Billionaire

Chapter 60- Fake Barbie

Leo's words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable.

“ She's back," he repeated, watching me carefully. I didn't need to ask who he meant; there was only one woman I know who neither Leo nor me wanted to see.

A woman I'd once had to force out of my life—someone who didn't know when to let go.

“ What does she want this time?" I asked with a sigh as I dropped the laptop I was holding and got up from bed.

“ I don't know but whatever brought her back we both know it's not for good, Alessia knows nothing except causing trouble. Especially with her stupid obsession with you.” Leo said,

“ I'm married, she should get over it and leave me the fuck alone," I said,

“ That's the more reason she's mad, you know how she can be, soon enough she's going to start spreading lies about how you were supposed to marry her instead. I wish I could just bundle her and take her back to where she came from." Leo said, his voice an edge of anger and disgust.

“ I don't care what she thinks about my marriage, I didn't care about her before and there wouldn't be any difference now, I can't believe you let someone like her bother you, that's why you came here?" I asked him and he scratched the back of his head.

" She's a psycho, you shouldn't be taking her return lightly, she's obsessed with you just as you're obsessed with…” he paused when I turned to him with a warning look.

" What were you going to say?” I asked and he raised his hands in surrender.

" I just remembered I have a meeting I have to be in and if I don't leave now, I'll be late, see you when I see you,” he said before quickly walking out of the room.

Asshole.

I climbed back in bed as I picked my laptop.

I didn't give two shits about Alessia, she could take her obsession to hell. I've told her times without numbers that we can never be anything, she wasn't my type of woman but she wouldn't listen. She kept bothering me for years, my mom didn't like her and we weren't even compatible. She was too wild.

And now she thinks after three years my mind would change because she's back, she's such a dreamer.

I tried to focus on my work instead of thinking about some woman that didn't matter.

Whatever trouble she's going to cause, I have my way of dealing with her.

*******

“It was such a tiring day, I can't believe we finished those files,” I said to my assistant and she chuckled.

" Yes, ma'am, me too," she said as we walked out of the hotel, the cold night air brushing against my skin.

Our cars were already waiting for us.

“ See you tomorrow ma'am," she said and I nodded with a smile before she walked to her car and I walked to mine.

I reached my car or should I say my annoying husband's car that I took. According to the law, what belongs to my husband belongs to me. So yeah, my car. Just as my hand touched the door to open it, someone closed the door and I quickly turned to the person in confusion.

“ Who the hell are you?" I asked as I looked at her from head to toe in annoyance.

“ I expected better," she said and I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

Silence stretched between us and I used the opportunity to really look at her. She had long blonde hair and I had a feeling she added extensions, her boobs were big and perky and it screamed boob job. Her waist was thin and she looked everything the barbie. Well, fake barbie.

I couldn't help but scoff and I think that broke the silence.

“ I can't believe Antonio would pick someone like you over me,” she said as she pointed at herself and I couldn't help but laugh.

" You?...” I paused as I covered my mouth, still laughing. I know I didn't care what woman was after Antonio but no way would I allow anyone to harass or insult me. Never.

" Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You look like a low budget barbie doll, you should probably sue your doctor,” I could tell I struck a nerve from the deadly look in her eyes.

“ You must have seduced him to marry someone like you, because I don't see it, I don't see what he…gosh.” She said in disgust and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

" If I seduced him and he fell for it, it means I have something you don't, which is; I'm not fake,”

" You stupid bitch!” she snapped in anger as she raised her hand to slap me but before she could risk her life and slap me, a hard voice cut through the raging tension, cold and commanding, stopping the woman's hand mid air.

“ Touch my wife with that filthy hand and I'll fucking cut it off.”