Mr. Billioneire Wife
Belle and Keenan 1(Revised)

The quiet and calm atmosphere seemed to make Grace comfortable. Fifteen minutes of Grace waiting. However, Ara's nostrils were not visible.

Bored, after being silent for quite a while. Eventually Grace decided to go inside and try on some clothes that were hanging neatly on the clothes rack. The boutique owner and designer were delighted at Grace's visit.

Who does not know if Grace is the wife of the ruler of this business in America. The designer was honored to have his little boutique visited by the wife of Damian Efrat Wilson.

"Miss, would you like to try out a piece I recently created?" ask the designer. Then, Grace turned her head and nodded in response.

"Please wait a minute, I'll take it!"

After saying so, the designer left Grace alone. He was still picking up clothes. Until her gaze was fixed on a simple pitch-black dress. However, it is filled with sparkling crystals that are attached to the entire part.

This dress will be very suitable if combined with Belle earrings. Silently, Grace stopped sorting out the clothes. In a split second his mind floated everywhere.

Somehow so that he can reveal the truth to the poor woman who has the status of her brother.

"What should I do now? I can't bear to see Belle sad!" mumbled wondering.

Grace returned to her seat. Rubbing his face rough. Anxiety began to seep into the heart.

"Grace!" yelled Ara greeting. Grace's daydreams froze for a moment. My eyes Grace lifted, her gaze directed at the figure of a beautiful blonde girl.

"Sister Belle!" call lirih. His body peeked in place, his lips tightly closed. Grace is not ready to tell the truth.

Belle smiled faintly, about to approach her beloved sister. However, his movements stalled when the voice of designer Ara refuted.

"Miss, this is the dress I was talking about!"

Grace looked over, then took the dress. "I'll try it. While waiting, please take Ara with you huh!"

"Oh well, miss!"

"Miss Ara, come follow me. I'll show you the designs that I made specifically for you!" said that designer.

A puzzled look Ara had shown the sister. But Ara did not dare to ask. "Sister, come with me!"

Grace pulls Belle's wrist. Inviting the woman to explore the hallway filled with tall marble pillars.

"Grace, where are you taking me?" pissed Belle. He started to feel pain in his wrist.

Grace cursed in her heart. Then exhale a long breath. Before finally taking Belle to sit in a long chair located in the front yard of the boutique.

"I want to tell you something. And Ara doesn't need to know, I don't want to ruin her mood!" grace said confessing.

“About what?" the hand that had never shaken before, now showed signs of restlessness. Cold sweat poured with its swift. It looks like Grace is nervous right now.

“About Abigail's father, my husband managed to find her!" answer Grace.

Susana turned serious, Belle rounded her eyes wide holding both of Grace's shoulders. He told the woman to look into his eyes deeply.

“Si-who?” belle asked briefly, her eyes beginning to glaze over. Assume that his efforts did not end in vain. It is evident that Abigail had a clear and real father.

“He's assistant Peter, Keenan Demitrius!”

Belle's body went limp for a moment. It was unexpected that Abigail's biological father was Keenan. Belle has never met Keenan, but Keenan is a cold-blooded secretary.

"I want to see Grace, give me her home address!" Belle.

Grace's heart is racing. Belle's fear is saddened after hearing Keenan refuse to take responsibility.

"I'm happy, because soon Abigail has a father!" smile thinly. The shadow of a happy little family began to appear in his head.

Heard how Belle responded. Grace felt more guilty, her chest tightened. Grace was powerless to speak the truth after seeing the happiness that emanated clearly in her brother's eyes.

“Listen to me brother! you only hear half of the facts."

"You mean?"

“Actually I have met and discussed this matter with Keenan yesterday!"

"What's the answer then?" cut Belle fast. The look on her face changed, Grace could see that.

"Keenan, he-"

"say Grace, don't beat around the bush." jolted Belle impatiently.

"He refused to take responsibility. Keenan wants to compensate for the money instead." explained Grace, shouting.

Belle let go of her hand, her body weakened, her gaze blank, tears began to fall down her thin cheeks.

Keenan's refusal left all the shadows about happiness shattered into pieces. All hope, effort, time, wasted. Happiness does not exist in his life, God only gives tests without allowing him to rest.

It doesn't matter if you fill my life with sadness. But my daughter, she's innocent. Can you forgive God, don't punish him. Make this a dream, wake me up and give me a sweet reality.

Belle's cry broke instantly, her hand pulling firmly against her hair. What Belle has to do now, Abigail's old father refuses Abigail's presence.

The questions Abigail asks every morning will only be questions that will never be answered.

"Don't just shut up, say something. I'm sure everything's gonna be okay." Grace hugged her sister tightly. Trying to comfort Belle by throwing words of encouragement.

Before I listen to the answer directly from his mouth, I won't feel calm. I have to go see him.

"Give me the address!"

Grace looked up, glued to Belle's face. "But the man's brother might throw you away!"

It doesn't matter, as long as Belle can see the look of that damn guy.

"I beg Grace, let me get Abigail to meet her father for the first and last time. The man must see the poor face of his son!" belle's bland answers make Grace more and more possessed with guilt.

Grace had to write down the address on a small piece of paper and give it to Belle. Let them meet, maybe after Keenan sees Abigail's face he's gonna melt.

"It's brother!" Belle received the sheet with her cold hands.

"Thank you Grace!" Belle rubbed the rough traces of tears left on both cheeks. He stood up slowly, then walked quickly leaving Grace alone.

Belle stood on the sidewalk, then waved her hand. Trying to stop one of the taxi cars passing by.

"Take me to this address!" give a piece of paper containing Keenan's home address to the taxi driver.

"Yes!"

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"Where's Belle?" ara asked as she found Grace back without her mother. Silence, Grace did not reply.

"Grace why don't you answer my question?" ara reprimands once again, ripping Grace out of her reverie. He looked at Ara, his eyes reddened as if she had just cried.

"Ara can we just go home? let's do the fitting of his shirt tomorrow. I'm tired, my stomach is nauseous, my head is dizzy!" he complained in a soft voice.

Grace did not lie her sight was blurry. His stomach is like being stirred. "You sick? why didn't you say that."

"Let's go home!" bring Ara. Take the bag of sling that was stung on the sofa just like that. Bruk! just now Ara turned around. However, Grace had already slammed down the floor. Yes, the woman fainted.

"Grace!" Ara ran away throwing her sling bag in any direction. He enlists the help of a boutique clerk to lift Grace to a long sofa.

"Wake up Grace, what's wrong with you?" Ara splashed water on Grace's face. But the woman did not open her eyes.

How is this, what should I tell brother, surely he will scold me all out.

"You take care of him, I'll call my brother!"

Out of me, surely the devil will drive me away after finding his wife unconscious!

TB

warnings!

this story is only fiction that the author created in accordance with the author's imagination so please do not take seriously 🙏