Billionaire’s Heir

Damian’s POV

I woke up grumpy, not knowing whether it was from the sun shining brightly into my room disturbing my sleep or it was about what happened yesterday. I got up from the bed and closed the slats on the blinds draping over the windows, giving some shade to my room away from the sun. Then went back to bed, and the memories of yesterday came flashing.

It’s so obvious that Marcus Lawson has a thing for my wife Myra, the way he hugged and spun her around immediately after he set his eyes on her. The way he smiled at her and was tucking in her hair and being excessively caring to her, I wouldn’t be surprised if I find out that his purpose of merging with my company will be for the sake of Myra.

And the way he was hugging and rubbing her back casually and they were acting oblivious of my presence, I was fuming with rage.

Marcus kept touching her and even slid his finger to her lips like he was daring me. It was cringe observing them.

My naive wife was so free with another man before my eyes, and she was even smiling willingly and also allowed him to hold her tightly to his chest.

And that silly wife of mine was also giving him a feather-lit punch on the chest while leaning into his body. Something she has not done with me.

What nonsense??

Such a shameless woman, was she so desperate for a man’s touch. If not that I’m the one that took her virginity, I would have called her a cheap whore.

I felt a sudden irritation watching them, so I dragged Myra out of his hands. I won’t say I’m jealous but she’s my property and she belongs to me alone, and I will treat her in whatever way that pleases me, no man has the right to touch her till I’m done with her. If not for my mum, I wouldn’t have been entangled with a low class like her. Though she is my wife on the papers but not in my heart or public, she means nothing to me.

Why didn’t she smile and blush when I complimented her dress instead she was busy gawking at me like a lost sheep but when that asshole complimented her she was blushing and going all gaga over his mouth-watering comments. I also noticed the way her eyes lit up with nonsensical admiration while she was staring at him.

Why am I feeling this way, I couldn’t stand another man complimenting my wife.

I noticed the manner he was glaring at me when I scolded Myra, his veins were so visible as if he wanted war. I looked at him with rage totally visible on my face, how dare he glare at me, does he know what I’m capable of doing to him? I guess he has a death wish. I wanted to throw a punch to distort his ugly face but that silly wife of mine came interfering again, she was pleading with her eyes though she dared not to speak.

Why is she defending him??

Then that Marcus dares to offer me a handshake what was he thinking that I’m going to succumb to that,This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The nerve of him!

No!!! Damian Graham is not a preacher of peace and will never be.

I did not return the handshake but rather stared coldly at him

Regardless he knows the person he is up to and he can never dare challenge me. He knows once he double-crosses my path, I will make him pay dearly with his life.

And still, I don’t understand why he looked like he was in pain when Myra started crying. Is there something I’m missing?

Something is definitely off about Marcus Lawson. Throughout the meeting, he kept staring at Myra and wasn’t even paying enough attention to the new project that will cost millions of buck. He was just chipping in one or two words then he goes back to the main reason why he came, that’s to gape at Myra.

Could he possibly be in love with Myra???

It’s so obvious that he has deep feelings for her even a blind man could feel it. But I will never allow him to get close to her, not on my watch.

I would have thrown him out of my company or better still rejected that business bid. But I hate losing any form of investment, no matter how small it counts, not to talk of a good solid one. Till this project is completed then I will unleash the demon in me, and make him lick the dirt below my shoes.

I placed my hand on my forehead and I was rubbing it in a bid to clear out what was stuck in my head. Just then an idea clicked and I picked up my phone to call my private detectives to find out more about their relationship.

Myra is mine! Mine alone! Till I’m done with her no other man can have her, I muttered under my breath.

Marcus’s POV

I was restless after yesterday’s meeting with Damian Graham

“Damn” that dude is a monster, how on earth did Myra end up with someone like him. She deserved better not where she was treated like trash, like a nonentity.

Seeing her yesterday was one of my greatest achievements. It felt like I was in a fairyland. She was still the same Myra, still very beautiful, and her smiles hadn’t altered, still captivating.

And the way her eyes illuminate when she’s happy it’s a beautiful sight to behold. The way that peach dress clung to her body revealed her curves more like her hourglass shape, even after pregnancy, she still has the body of a supermodel.

I didn’t know when I picked her fragile body up and swirled her around, happiness is an understatement compared to what I felt during that moment. It felt like I’m home and there was this wave of emotions that overtook me.

Then when I inquired about her whereabouts, she wasn’t bold enough to answer. It’s unlike her, what happened to my valiant Myra, why is she acting timid? I looked at her worried, concern etched on my face. I veered around and met Damian fuming with rage and staring at me intently like a lion waiting to destroy its prey.

“Ohhh” I understand perfectly what’s happening, she is scared of her husband, in other words, she is not truly happy in that marriage. I was not sure why relief flooded through me when I realize she was in a loveless marriage at least it will make things easier, I smiled and did not give a fuck about him, I cupped Myra’s cheek gently and stared into her dreamy eyes then placed my index finger at her lips telling her to stop talking since she was not comfortable and still not breaking the eyes connection. I looked at her eyes and eyelashes when she was looking at me and I observed how her pupils dilated and how her eyelashes touch her face when she closes her eyes and it seems almost magical to me.

I noticed what I was doing was getting on Damian’s nerves from the way his fists were clenched and grinding his teeth but I wasn’t frightened, I kept on showering her with compliments she deserves them and much more. I was surprised when she loosed up and spoke without stuttering for a moment it seems as if she forgot about his presence and actually laughed wholeheartedly and even embraced me while throwing soft punches to the place where she belongs “My heart”

Her hug feels so warm and cozy, like climbing into a warm bed on a cold night. To say that I was enjoying this moment was an understatement, I was truly relishing it.

“This is the part where you get to pinch yourself to be sure you aren’t daydreaming,

it’s real”

” So real”

I held her tightly to my body and caressed her soft and silky hair, she felt more comfortable and at peace. For a moment it felt like the entire world stopped and everything started to fade away and the universe around us seemed to explode with happiness, and it was just the two of us in an enchanted bubble. It was so calm as if nothing in the world could pierce that protective bubble and it felt as if we were floating. It feels so magical. Suddenly Myra was pulled out of my hand and I opened my eyes to see Damian scowling, his rage rolling off him like dark clouds, he held her hands tightly and his nails were digging into her skin and I caught a glimpse of blood dripping yet he didn’t give a damn about Myra being in pain. It felt as if my world was ripping apart watching her in pain.

The way he was rudely speaking to her had no atom of respect or care like she was a property that has been paid for.

“Why did she ever cross paths with this monster that has no respect for a woman and also his wife and the mother of his child”

He looked at me and smirked, then pushed Myra out of his side. I knew he wanted to see my reaction but instead, I stared at Myra and noticed she was making an effort to stop the tears from flowing, and her eyes had turned bright red. Knowing she was hurting and my heart breaking into a million pieces, it felt like what has been done to her, it has been done to me too.

I felt it in every bone and in every muscle I have.

And I knew I’ll do everything possible to make that pain go away and not come back. I’ll even try everything impossible again and again and again and never give up trying just to make sure she’s safe, peaceful, and happy.

All I know is that Damian loathes her and doesn’t want her. Maybe he is keeping her for a purpose, don’t know why but I am determined to find out.

Is he blind to see how beautiful, caring, and loving Myra is, just because he chooses to hate her and let his rage take the best part of him to disgrace her in the presence of strangers? I wonder what he does to her behind a closed door

I don’t get that mean monster, can’t he see that Myra is a total package that every man wants but he chooses not to see?

He doesn’t deserve her, she is too precious to waste her life with that mean devil. I’m sure he will regret it when Myra finds someone that can treasure her and she’ll choose to leave his dumbass forever.

I wish she will notice and look my way and also for her to understand that I will give her everything and will never hurt and will treat her like the queen she is and the total opposite of Damian. Because all he does is hurt her day by day.

It’s so rare to find a woman just like Myra and to me, she is like a blessing coming from above that I will never want to lose. I know one of these days he’ll regret the way he treated her, and if I am so lucky the universe will bring her my way.

Seeing her made me realize I was and still am madly in love with Myra and I love her with every cell of my body and it still feels like back then in college. I sat opposite her and couldn’t focus on the meeting, all my attention was on her. I kept gazing at and admiring her. She’s truly a beauty to behold and a true description of the goddess of love and beauty.

If I can’t be with her then no other person will be able to fill that deep hole in my heart.