The Billionaire's Kept Woman
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Keira Del Carlo sold her virginity in the auction to save her mother and a billionaire bought her for more than 4 million dollars. Her life turned upside down when she signed the papers that the billionaire gave to her that night after she gave up her innocence.
Alessandro De Alegre was a vicious billionaire when it comes to business. But behind that merciless attitude, there's a soft spot that only meant for her.
He has been searching for his first love for a very long time until he found a lead that she's in an auction. He took advantage of it to have her back and made her sign the marriage contract while she's not herself. She didn't even recognize him, and that's when he found out that her memories with him had been erased.
All her time with him, he gave her everything including the Golden Age Entertainment that should belong to her. She lives with him without knowing that she's married to him the night he took her innocence and imprisoned her in his villa. She lives thinking that she's the mistress.
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Chapter 6
Seeing the new information made him frown. The company that was supposed to be for his beloved Keira was stolen illegally. They have to figure out how to get it back. The whole company isn't in good condition, so he has to step on it. He needed to find strong evidence to get the company back and prove that it was meant for his Keira.
Also, there are holes in the police report regarding the death of her father. They are still reinvestigating how he died. They claimed that he was killed because he was gambling too much and had sold off everything.
"How are we going to find this lawyer?" he asked.
"He's not been on track for years now. But I know someone who can track anyone, even a ghost."
His right hand, Warren, told him. He entrusted him with a few branches of his company and trusted him with this kind of thing.
The Del Carlo family has a big entertainment company, and she was exposed to too much music. Classical music was her genre. And he will give it back to her. All of it. Including the wealth that was stolen and was supposed to be hers and her mother's.
"Do anything to track the lawyer." He glanced at the skyscraper of his building, one of the tallest buildings in the Philippines. "The asshole has been tracking her since the auction. We can't let them know that we are tracking the lawyer, and if that asshole finds out-" He had started thinking about ways he would protect her and the evidence. "Play along with them."
He didn't get home early as he promised himself. There were lots of things to do, including countless thoughts on how to play along with his enemy, Jeremy Cha. He's a powerful man now, but since there's a big enough problem to pull him down, Cha will still use dangerous tactics. That would include conning.
The man also had a lot of connections underground. And of course, Alessandro wouldn't let any underground dogs pull him down. He's always ready with any proof.
He was so tired and drowsy going back to his villa. But seeing her reading a book from the shelf of their room, and a classical music piece by Paganini playing, just faded his tiredness away. He strode toward their bed, sat beside her, scooped her chin, and kissed her. She hates it when he distracts her while she's reading.
Alessandro knew her well. He remembered that they used to study together, and then Keira would get irritated when he was lazy and when he teased her.
"I'm reading," she said, sounding a little bit annoyed.
"Are you that bored here? Are you waiting for me?"
"I'm waiting for no one," she said coldly and was about to roll away, but he caught her.
"Go to my study and pick the box on top of my desk." She was quizzical for a while. "Or do you want me to strip your clothes right now?" He smirked at her.
Even though he was taking advantage of her and the fact that she had amnesia, he loved her dearly-it hurt. Just watching her almost naked on the stage and men drooling, bidding for her, was torture to him, but he remained calm and had to take her before anyone else did.
He waited for her, and she came up with the box, placing it over the bed. He told her to open it, and she did. It was a box full of cello shirts, a cello that already had a mysterious key, and another rectangular wooden box. The look in her eyes was priceless, and she looked up at him.
"It's for you. Open the little one." She opened the long rectangular box and stopped, staring down at it.
The black Pernambuco wood bow had her initials, and the brand was Coda Bow-one of the expensive bow brands. She caressed the bow thoughtfully, and he watched her stare at it more, her eyes showing a lot of expression: longing, sadness, gratefulness, passion, and excitement. She closed it and looked at him. He walked around her and kissed her forehead.
"Let's get into the shower," he said huskily.
They did get into the shower, and she leaned on him. It just felt so perfect.
What if she saw his other big surprise? Would they go further? But he was willing to wait for her if she wanted it.
They cuddled in the bathtub, which turned out to be a jacuzzi, for about an hour. However, he was still occupied with his work. He spoke to her about business and about how stressful the people around him were. But he then said that he'd have to work more-for her.
Hearing that he was working for her made her heart flutter.
After their bath, he sat on the sofa and read a few documents while she was on the bed. She couldn't sleep since she was thinking about the beautiful cello bow he bought for her. He stood from his seat and approached her.
"Let's go." He extended his hand, and she slipped off the bed, held his hand, and followed him to the study room.
He turned on the lights, and he gently pushed her hand toward the thing that was covered in a black cloth. She looked up at him and hesitated for a while. He nodded his head, and she approached it.
Tears ran down her cheeks, and she caressed the beautifully carved cello. She ran to him, shoved her face to his chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly. She looked up at him with tears, and his heart ached.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked softly, as tears perfectly rolled down her cheeks.
"Am I not allowed to spoil my woman?" He kissed her forehead, scooped her face, and sucked every seam of her mouth. She responded, still tearing. "Stop crying."
He wiped her tears away. It pained him to see her cry. She was about to pull away, but he carried her toward his neat desk. She didn't complain, and her eyes dilated as he removed his shirt. She stealthily bit her lower lip.
Now, she's learning and getting used to it. That's what Alessandro wanted. She needed to get used to all of it, like before. Soon, she'll be Mrs. De Alegre in front of everyone-not just on the marriage contract she signed.
They did it on the desk and messed it up. He didn't care at all. Then, he carried her back to the bed, and he didn't care if they were naked since the bed was just in the next room.
He had been sleeping well these past few nights with her. It was probably morning, and when he woke up, he heard a cello playing next door. He put his pajamas on and walked to the study room. The door was ajar, and the music she was making could be heard even downstairs.
He pushed the door wider and watched her play the cello, eyes closed. Smooth. She must have been playing for a while. He had also put a very comfortable seat in that spot just for her. She might not stop playing the cello. It had been years, and when she got out of tune, she stopped and liked recalling it.
But she looked up at him. He was still dazed by her. He walked toward her, and she probably hadn't brushed her teeth, but he kissed her lips and then her knuckles. Her fingertips were reddish.
"Stop playing for a while." He put the bow on the book stand and placed the cello on its stand. "Don't wash your hands, okay?" She nodded and glanced at the cello for a while. "You can play anytime you want, but it has a limit. You'll hurt your hands." He kissed her long, beautiful fingers. "You can go visit your mom."
"Really?" Her face beamed.
"Of course. Then you'll be back. You can't go anywhere without consulting me." He grinned.
"Why? Why can't I go anywhere? I won't run away."
"You can't run away." He smirked. "You are mine now." He kissed her nose. "Let's go for breakfast."
She obeyed him and noticed that he took cable ties from the drawer of their room. They finally went to the bathroom, letting him wash her face, then her hair, and her very private area. Her hands were tied up with the cable ties. It looked sexy and domineering. She had never thought about it, but he looked sexy when he was fired up with lust.
He kept teasing her, and she kept complaining about it, but she ended up satisfied. She couldn't do anything because her wrists were tied up with cable ties.
Still, she felt a little uncomfortable with how he treated her. He didn't treat her badly. He had a dominant side, and she obeyed him, since most of the things he ordered were about her safety and health.
She only wore a simple dress, flat shoes, and no makeup at all. She let him have her mouth the whole way through traffic. She still had her period, but it would stop soon, and he'd be very happy to take her.
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