Billionaire’s Pampered Wife

By the time Stella Grace got to the Golden Garden, Frederick Addington was already waiting for her.

When he saw her, he was speechless.

She usually didn’t wear much makeup and dressed plainly. She had never dressed like this before.

Today she oozed sensuality and elegance, not a hair was out of place.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

What a stunning beauty!

Celine Grace had tied the knot with Wilson Chuck because of her outstanding beauty.

Stella was the undeniable product of their union.

She sat across from Frederick.

He poured her a glass of red wine with a suggestive smirk. “So to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Stella lowered her eyes. “I never hated you,”

Frederick gave her another smirk as he eased back on his chair. “So tell me, what can I do for you?”

Stella silently swirled her drink, her silky eyes staring through the wine and glass to the distorted world beyond.

The longer she stayed silent, the more mysteriously beautiful she got, thought Frederick.

He reached forward and grasped her hand.

She did not resist.

He moved over to sit beside her.

Her glare was as cold as ever, but there was a certain elegance to it now.

She had a fire in her that he craved, one no other woman had.

His passions surged. He leaned over to kissed her on the lips

but she blocked him with her hand. “I have something important to tell you,” she said.

“What?” he asked drunkenly. “You look so charming now. I used to mistreat you like a douche, is it too late to say sorry?”

“I’m going home now,” Stella informed him curtly.

“Go home? Whose home? My home? You know, I would welcome you into my home any time.” Frederick leered.

“Not your home, Wilson’s. I want what belongs to me,” she stated firmly.

Frederick was doubtful. “Before this, you never wanted tell anyone that you’re the state mayor’s daughter. You didn’t even reveal it to Eli. Now, you actually want to go back to Wilson’s side? Why?”

“You know the truth. Will you help me?” Stella asked.

Frederick moved in steadily, still intent on her rosy lips. “And what can you offer me in return?”

“What do you want? You know I have nothing. If I weren’t so desperate, I wouldn’t even be thinking of my father the state mayor.” Stella said bitterly.

“Stella, I am liking you more and more. Be my woman.” Frederick took a deep breath and attempted another kiss.

Stella jumped to her feet and glared at him.

He said the same things when he was wooing her, and look what happened then!

“I want to be Wilson’s daughter, and you will be my brother-in-law. It’s better to keep our distance. I want to be part of Chuck Family and Felicia’s in the way. Now please help me.”

Frederick was aghast.

He hated it when women reject him. He picked up the wine and downed it in a single gulp. His tone took a menacing edge, “I can help you. What about my needs?”

“Master Addington is never short of women.” Stella refused.

Frederick stood and scrutinized her. “Jasper and Katty are getting married soon. Do you really still hold out hope for him?”

“I know who is worth waiting for, who is worthy of protection, and who is worthy of my love. Master Addington, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll foot the bill.” Stella turned towards the door.

Frederick grabbed her arm. “What’s the rush? It’s only been half an hour. We still have two and a half hours. Lets eat.”

Stella couldn’t resist.

Frederick ordered the dishes.

Stella stole a glance at the video taken on her phone.

It should be enough to convince Wilson, to keep Felicia from Frederick.

“Where have you been these days?” Frederick asked.

“I don’t need to report to you.” Stella turned off the camera and placed the phone in her bag.

“Let me guess. Jasper took you to Tavers Village to find Timmy.” Frederick said with a knowing smirk.

Stella was shocked. She fixed a suspicious glare on Frederick. “How do you know?”

“Jasper’s parents may not want him to find the murderer. As for the one who killed Timmy, I’m guessing it was Steven or Zoah?”

“It could be you too,” she retorted.

Frederick poured himself more red wine. “It’s murder. If it were me, I would have killed Jasper right away. Why beat around the bush?

He had a point there.

Her cell phone rang. When she saw Jasper’s caller ID, her eyes welled up. She could not mask her distress.

Frederick’s regarded her coldly.

She ignored the call.

The corners of Frederick’s mouth twitched. “I remember telling you not to mess with Jasper. He is not a man to be trifled with. His family will never accept you. Why do you want to humiliate yourself?”

Stella emptied her glass in one shot.

A text message came in from Jasper.

This time she opened it.

“What’s wrong? Are you at home? I’ll be at your doorstep in ten minutes,” it read.

Stella got up to leave but

Frederick stood in her way. “You’re not allowed to go.”

“I need to clarify something with him. Please, I don’t want to escape,” Stella said with teary eyes.

“Fine, go clarify it.” Frederick stepped aside.

Stella hurried out the door.

He gritted his teeth and called Felicia. “Come to the Golden Garden.”

When Stella got back,

Jasper stood at her door, smiling.

She felt a stab of regret.

He was so good, so very, very good…

She headed towards him, put her arms around his waist, buried her face in his arms, and drew warmth from his body.

She still remembered the first time they met.

He had held her in the same manner. “I will protect you,” he promised.

Since then, he had fulfilled that promise time and time again.

Before him, she hated thinking back.

Her memories were full of misery, only serving to dishearten her.

Now, she had something to reminisce about.

Those warm memories supported her as she braved onward.

Jasper asked gently, “Are we going to keep standing out here?”

“I just want to hold you like this,” Stella replied softly.

“What’s wrong? Where have you been today? Why are you dressed up like that?” Jasper asked.

Stella came to her senses and opened the door.

“I wanted to change my image, so I went out to buy some cosmetics,” Stella lied as she stepped into the bathroom.

Jasper followed, beaming. “You’re always beautiful even without makeup. I have seen you on your bad days too. Are you still worried that I will dislike you?”

Stella teared up again. She closed her eyes and splashed cold water on her face.

Jasper handed her the towel and said, “Everything went smoothly on my side today. I want to take you home this weekend. Let’s get married as soon as possible.”