Billionaires wife-Risk it all (book 1)

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*2024 RE-WRITE. COMPLETE CHANGE FROM ORIGINAL STORY. LATER CHAPTERS WILL BE UPDATED PERIODICALLY, AND WILL SEEM CONFUSING TILL EDITED.

A lot of inner dialogue from good ol' Mr. Kalo!

Miles' POV

i was going to fucking shoot him.

After Dalia had left I could barely get any work done. The thought that a man- a related man- had hurt her in unimaginable ways was plaguing my mind.

She didn't mention he was dead, which means he must still be out there.

I was going to make sure i kept a good eye on her from now. There was no way in hell I could just sit back and let things play out normally when this man is, probably, alive and free.

If I had to be the one to put this mother fucker in his place, then so be it.

I sighed and opened my laptop before opening my family's own personal data system.

We would use it to find people just like this in times of need.

Now what was his name again? Henry? Harold? It was Harry.

I typed in "Harry Glass" and watched the screen load for a few seconds before pulling up 76 matches from the U.S.

I scrolled through, skipping the ones that did not look like Dalia or had the middle name of 'Glass' until one caught my eye.

He had the same hair and eyes as her, except he had more freckles and had stronger facial features.

Oh, this kid has to be an athlete.

Before clicking on his profile I paused. Should I really be doing this? Without Dalia's consent?

If I did hypothetically find him, what would I do?

Shoot his fucking brains out and run him over before feeding him to the alligators.

As fun as that sounded, would Dalia even want this? She is still very obviously wounded from her previous life- and she seemed more upset, and sad instead of angry and craving vengeance for herself.

True, but think of all the ways he hurt her. The ways he hurt your girl.

Would she even allow me? Everyone is different in their trauma. Some may enjoy the fact of them being dead, while others might just want them locked away and living with the guilt of it all.

Am I acting impulsively? Should I just do it and not tell her? What would happen then? would she leave me? praise me? Marry me?

With another sigh, I slammed the laptop shot and put my hands over my face.

I would wait and if she brings him up again i'll bring up my own proposition.

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"Mr. Kalo! Mr. Kalo over here!"

I gripped Dalia's hand tighter and walked towards the flashing lights, stopping at a red haired girl holding a microphone.

Fake dating Dalia means going to social work events together, including red carpets.
She wasn't a big fan of these kind of things, she had protested for 20 minutes straight trying to get out of coming with me.

However when I mentioned the amount of women that would be here, she immediately changed her mind.

"Mr. Kalo, do you have any information you can give us about Ms. Glass and your relationship?" Before I even opened my mouth, Dalia pressed against me and lightly pushed my to the side, making her infringe of the reporter.

"We are very happy to be here. I am very glad I get to attend these with Mr. Kalo and get an inside view of the business world." I saw the girls face morph into what looked like confusion and- disgust?

"And, what is it you do for a living?" "I work at a bookstore close to home." The reporter muffled a scoff before popping out her hip, "Well, this is certainly a change then what you're used to, no? How weird is it to be surrounded by this much success? To be with someone with so much success?"

Dalia took a moment to answer, and for a moment I thought she was choked up, but when I looked down at her I saw a huge mischievous smile on her face.

Oh this should be good.

"It is wonderful. To think I have such an honor of being here would have never crossed my mind before I met Miles. It's even crazier to think I'll be apart of it and be known as a Kalo myself!"

I matched the reporters face with a confused look before squeezing Dalia's hand once, a way of asking "What are you talking about?"

"And what do you mean by 'be known as a Kalo yourself? You work at a bookstore..." Dalia's grin somehow grew wider before looking up at me and squeezing my hand.

"You didn't think we'd be together this long without any surprises," She placed her left hand on my chest and looked back at the reporter, "Did you?"

The reporters mouth dropped to the floor and Dalia ushered us away and into the venue where a ceremony was being held. Once we found our reserved seat, I asked, "What did you mean by 'surprises' ?"

She smirked and held up her left hand which had a ring on her finger that shined under the chandeliers above. "You think I would let us come here without any gossip to give to those snobs out there?"

I raised my eyebrows and inspected the ring, "Don't worry, it's not an actual wedding ring. If you look close you can obviously see it's just a ring with a plastic gem on it."

"Dalia, a marriage scare? Really?" She sighed before picking up her champagne glass, "Miles, we've been "together" for a few months now. People will begin to catch on and suspect us or even get bored, and I can't have your company falling. So, I had to take matters into my own hands."

I nodded, "Yes, but it's only been 5 months. I understand that's been a while but i'm pretty sure no celebrity relationship has come out with a proposal this soon." She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair.

"No. Spruce and Ari came out with being engaged 3 Months in, Fifi and Danial came out at 4 months in, and george and Harley came out at 4 1/2 months." I could see she saw my amusement on my face since she giggled and rolled her eyes.

"I did my research. Besides, we only have till the end of next month till we can stop..." she smoothed her hands on her dress and made a weird face, "all this."

I laughed and leaned forward, "Well I think these are fun." "Miles, I look like a damn disco ball." I smiled and jokingly wiggled my eyebrows at her . "A beautiful disco ball."