HOT BILLIONAIRE
Marriage is Not Wedding
“Monica, you just got home?”
The black-haired lady shoulder to shoulder in a tight black dress turned towards the source of the voice and grinned widely.
“Didn't you see it?” the woman chuckles softly, “I just got home from refreshing, Anton.”
Anton's eyes darkened. He looked at Monica with an angry and anxious look.
“With your circumstances like that? With your stomach growing, Monica? And you'll give birth soon if the doctor doesn't misjudge,” hissed the man in a stifled voice.
“Where have you been?”
“Dragonfly,” replied Monica casually but instantly made Anton widen his eyes.
Who doesn't know, Dragonfly Club?
The famous nightclub in Hong Kong has a very good reputation for indulging customers who are predominantly adamant. The club serves a variety of alcoholic beverages with a high taste, and all kinds of nightlife, as well as beautiful women, which of course makes every man feel at home spending time there.
“Why didn't you tell me before you went there?” ask Anton again in annoyance.
“Why are you lying to me too? You said you were staying at Keyla's?"
“For what am I saying? You must have banned it, right?” Monica asked back indifferently.
Her hands were busy toying with her beautiful nails as a result of nail art with black diamonds from Azature. Nail polish is reserved for the richest manicure enthusiasts in the world as it contains about 267 black diamonds in each gram. It is stunning and charming, especially used by women as beautiful as Monica.
"Monica!"
The woman was still engrossed in playing with her beautiful nails that seemed to sparkle, without even turning to Anton to make the man again sigh long time.
“You are pregnant, Monica,” the man said again this time with a little patience. "please. Reduce going to clubs like j*lang."
Monica looked over quickly. “Not all women who come to the club a j*lang Anton!"
"Then, don't ever go there again, Monica!"
"I'm stress Anton. You've been preventing me from returning to entertainment since my pregnancy! I'm tormented by all this! Doesn't the doctor also say that pregnant women should not be too stressed? I need to entertain myself, Anton. You should understand that!” yelled Monica won't lose.
Anton growling. The man repeatedly shook his head. He's been trying to be patient in the face of Monica all along. But patience has its limits. And his current level of patience was at its lowest.
He's tired. He surrendered.
The content of Monica has grown, and soon her child will also be born. She doesn't want her daughter to be contaminated with booze and also the night world - just like her mother.
He was enough to be a failed husband. However, he did not want to be a failed father to his daughter.
“Good. If you insist. I'll withdraw all your credit cards, tonight too, Monica,” break up Anton later.
The man had set his heart on giving his wife a lesson.
Regardless of the heart or heart, but he must do for the good of Monica and also the baby in her womb.
Monica's black bead moved uneasily. The woman bit her red lips for a moment, a sign that she was nervous and panicked.
How could he live without a credit card?
Oh... Gosh darn.
What the Hell.
“From now on, I will meet your daily needs with cash! You just tell me what you need," the man sighed softly and then turned around and headed back to his study.
“Wait Anton. You can't do this, to me!” monica shouted before Anton closed the door of his study just like that.
“Why not?”
“I also have a company that you manage. I'm asking for my rights to it.”
Anton shook his head then smiled faintly, “I've given all the profits of the Young family company to Mommy Alicya. And as your husband I am responsible for fulfilling all your needs with my own income. Therefore, I also have the right to freeze all your credit cards if you do not obey my orders.”
“You!”
“Ya?”
Oh.. shit! Monica swore in the heart. His thick eyebrows were irritated.
"I can't accept you treating me like this, Anton. Don't freeze my credit card! Or I won't be going home at all!"
"Will not go home?" Anton smiled miris. "And you're gonna stay at the nightclub?"
"Why not? That's better."
“Until when are you going like this, Monica?” anton asked coldly and sharply, staring intensely into Monica's black bead.
Anton growled, “You clearly know you're pregnant right now. Why do you spend every night at the club?"
"For the sake of the child in your womb, Monica. Don't you want to give up your bad habits and your obscure friends?”
“Bad habits? Unclear friend you said?” reply Monica doesn't like.
Anton speechless. The man looked back at Monica's appearance from top to bottom and then again growled stifled. The woman was really testing her patience.
“I have to throw away all your fucking dresses, Monica."
“What do you mean?’
“You made my daughter have trouble breathing, Monica,” hiss Anton angrily.
Monica's hands stretched out, laying right on her stomach to block the man's increasingly sharpened gaze.
“Don't test my patience Monica. From now on follow all my orders. Enough time to play.”
Monica laughed cynically. "According to your orders? Is that true?"
“The first order,” Anton ignored the sharp gaze of Monica, “Throw all clothes less your material it.”
Monica turns away not accepting.
“Are you not ashamed to wear less material clothes with a bulging stomach like that, Monica? I'm a guy who just feel embarrassed to see it.”
“I wear it, why should you be ashamed?” Monica rolled her eyes irritated.
"If you wear it, I won't be ashamed either."
“Two!" anton continued again without caring about Monica's murmur.
“Don't ever come to the night club again. I forbid you to be close to any man except me.”
Monica will open her mouth to protest, but Anton cuts her off quickly.
“Do not argue. I don't want you to have a bad influence on my son,” said the man firmly.
Monica felt her patience was completely exhausted. Right now he was trying to contain the anger that was ready to overflow at any moment.
“Three.”
“Enough! Whoareyou? How dare you manage my life?” loud jolt. His eyes were reddening in anger.
Anton chuckled softly. The man slowly stepped closer, further diluting the distance between them.
“I, Antonio Young. Your husband is also the father of the baby you bear. I remind you if you forget.”
“Oh... su-a-mi-ku?” Monica clapped her hands which made Anton's shoulders go down, a little bit.
The woman then laughed out loud as she shook her head strongly.
“Suy? What kind of husband never gives an inner living to his wife?” monica asked as she continued to laugh.
“You call yourself my husband while you still love other women? It's so funny, Anton."
"Darken!"
Monica looked at Anton cynically. There was a sense of giddiness on the beautiful face of the woman. Just momentary. Before his eyes refocused. The woman then grabbed her bag before stepping furiously.
Anton was silent for a moment before chasing and drawing the hand of Monica who was about to open the door of her room.
“Release!”
Monica's screams made the attention of some maids in their house stop their work and looked towards them questioningly.
“You want an inner living, don't you? Why didn't you ask me? But why do you even take it out on the guy at the club every night, Monica?” anton's anger held in his rage. His breath rose and fell behind the expensive suit that wrapped his body.
Monica fell silent. The woman looked into the eyes of Hazel Anton. His gaze was sharp and probing, making Anton feel faint because it seemed to stab right in his heart. But the man's ego makes him reply Monica is no less fierce.
"Because they give you what you can never give,” replied Monica lifting her chin high with full self-esteem.
"Love and love."
Anton was speechless when he heard the words coming from a woman he had loved since childhood.
Simple yet piercing.
Shaking all his principles about the definition of love and affection that he has always held firm.
Did all this happen because of his mistake?
His fault in looking high on love?
And accidentally he has plunged Monica into the deepest valley.
In Anton's wake, Monica takes the opportunity to get into the room and shut the door hard. Leaving Anton at the door.
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Marriage is not wedding. A wedding is not a party reception. Marriage is very sacred because it concerns two souls - those who love each other or not - forever together in the bond of promise before God. While wedding is just a series of party ceremonies to the true meaning of marriage. The key to success is to be open to each other. Speak on. Because our partner is not a psychic who can guess the heart and mind of his partner. (Antonio Young)
Don't make the same mistake I did.