Bargain Bride: The Billionaire’s Forced Wife

A LOUD BANG and a cracking sound echoed inside the one of the rooms in Giordano’s Building. A phone call just finished, and the man threw it because of frustration. It was then followed by a hissing sound from a man’s mouth.

Giovanni slammed his fist against the table, making the things on it bounce. He ran his fingers through his hair before gripping it tightly, hurting himself.

“Damn that woman!” he screamed and kicked the swivel chair beside him. His face was red because of anger. Even the veins on his neck were pulsating.

He lit up a cigarette in order to try to calm himself. He puff a smoke in the air before inhaling it through his lungs. “That Alessandra is a pain in the ass!” he shouted while smoking. “After Simone agreed to marry her, this is how she will pay?! By framing him?!”

He gritted his teeth, almost destroying each of them. Giovanni walked towards the bookshelf and threw the books and folders to the ground. He didn’t even care if he will hit anything, nor stop when the glass vase broke because of his action.

“Babe!” Isadora called before walking towards him. “Stop making a mess!”

She tried to grab his arms and stop him from throwing more things, but her strength cannot be compared to Giovanni. He even pushed her away from him, making her stumble and almost fall.

Giovanni glared at Isadora. “Who told you to act like that?!” he scolded her. “Who told you to plant that drugs?! Look what happened! Simone is now on jail because of you!”

Isadora stood straight and faced her lover. “That wasn’t for Simone!” she screamed at his face, as her voicebox ached because of the force. “It was supoosed to frame Ezio!”

“I didn’t tell you to frame Ezio!” Giovanni poked Isadora’s temple with huge force, her head turning to the side. “Why did you act recklessly?! I lost my connection to Ezio’s wife! Useless bitch!”

Isadora slapped her lover hard, and it left a red mark on his cheek. “Don’t call me a bitch!” she shouted, her body shaking because of anger from his insults.

“Why are you so mad that he’s on jail? He doesn’t help us at all!” she added. “He can’t even do his job properly! Your only task for him is to seduce Chiara and use her against Ezio. But did something happened?”

Isadora widened her eyes and shook her hands while looking at him. “Nothing!” she shouted. “Nothing happened! Ezio’s wife didn’t even look at him! That Simone cannot give us the information that we want! He is the one who is useless! Not me! He is a useless bastard!”

Suddenly, Giovanni grabbed Isadora’s neck and gripped it tightly, leaving no way for the air to go in and out of her lungs. “Don’t call Simone a bastard,” he spoke coldly to her as he tightened his grip more.

Isadora’s eye almost left their sockets. Her face is slowly turning blue because as she lacked of air. Her hands tried to hit Giovanni’s arms, telling him to let her go.

Before she could pass out, Giovanni threw her to the wall of the office. She groaned loudly because of the impact, before catching up for air that she lost for a minute.

Isadora was coughing and heaving when her lover approached her. Giovanni grabbed a handul of her hair and looked down at her teary face.

“Do not act on anything unless I told you so, okay?” he spoke to Isadora, now using a gentle tone. He looked soft and warm, as if he didn’t choke and hit her to the wall.

He cupped her cheeks and wiped the tears of pain from her face. “Don’t cry, mia principessa,” he added before smiling at her, the smile that he used to claim his mistresses. “Just don’t do this again, okay? Next time, if you will do something, tell me first. Do you understand?”

Isadora didn’t have another choice but to nod at her lover, who switched from one personality to another in a quick manner.

“Good girl,” Giovanni replied, seemingly delighted on her response. “Now, make me happy and make up for your mistakes.”

A sound of belt hitting the ground and an opening zipper was heard, before Giovanni pulled out his manhood. It was still flaccid, but the size is enough for a woman’s mouth to water.

He slapped Isadora’s face gentle using his manhood, enjoying the sensation and warmth on every hit. “Open your mouth, mia principessa,” he spoke to her.

When Isadora opened her mouth, she was expecting that Giovanni will enter his manhood on her. However, before doing that, Giovanni spat and his saliva went straight to her mouth.

“Swallow it,” he ordered with authority to the kneeling woman. Isadora doesn’t have a choice but to follow him. Even if feeling disgusted, she swallowed.

Giovanni smiled at her action. “Good,” he said before invading her mouth with his manhood.

They usually don’t engage in blowjobs, as they prefer to go to the main course. Isadora’s mouth is not used to his size, but he didn’t gave her time to adjust.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Instead, he rammed her mouth immediately as soon as he entered. His hand were resting on the back of her head, making it stay on their place as he thrust in and out of her.

Isadora felt her mouth getting numb from minutes of violation. But she can’t do anything but to grab Giovanni’s legs for support.

After a few minutes, Giovanni’s action became faster and deeper. He felt a strong sensation building inside his body. His grip on Isadora’s hair became tighter, earning a groan of pain from her.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he shot thick strings of white liquid inside her mouth. He pushed her head towards his body, until her lips were touching the base of his manhood.

Isadora gagged at the sudden movement and tried to pull herself away, but Giovanni’s strength put her in place that he wanted. Some of the liquid went straight to her throat, and her body instinctively swallowed the rest.

As he come down from the high, Giovani slowly moved out of Isadora’s mouth, leaving her coughing and spewing out a few of the remaining cum.

“Cleain it up,” Giovanni ordered to her. Isadora leaned to lick him clean, until no spot is covered with cum.

He put his manhood back to his pants and patted Isadora’s cheeks. “If that happens again, this will not be your only punishment,” he spoke. “Do you understand?”

Isadora nodded as she doesn’t have the strength to speak. Her lover didn’t respond and went to leave the office, making Isadora alone in between the mess he made.

THAT NIGHT, Isadora received a call from Sophia. She was resting her aching back, due to Giovanni’s violence.

She wasn’t angry at him. Instead, she wanted to apologize to Giovanni for acting recklessly. She thought that he will be happy and proud of her if she managed to frame Ezio. However, her plan failed, and it ended up destroying one of Giovanni’s aces.

“Hello, Sophia,” she spoke, trying to hide her hoarse voice. “Did something happen? Why did you call?”

Sophia’s voiced reverberated on the other end of the call. “Isadora, I was just wondering. How’s the plan to get back to the Vitali?” she asked. “It’s been almost two months since my husband’s death, and I still can’t do anything.”

She made her voice weak and cracked, to make it look like she was hurting that she cannot get revenge to the Vitali. But on the other line, Sophia was grinning from ear to ear, as she knew that Isadora’s plan failed.

“Actually, Sophia,” Isadora replied. “The Plan A started a few days ago, but it failed. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it. I was worried they might get back to you once they found out that you were connected to that.”

Isadora’s excuse seem plausible, but Sophia knew better. “It’s fine. I’ll try to come up with another plan. I’ll tell you about it one of these days,” she responded. “It’s late now, Isadora. You should take a rest. Thank you for helping me. I owe you a lot.”

When the call ended, Isadora tried to call Giovanni. She hasn’t seen him since their argument in his office. She wanted to apologize and make it up to him, because she knew that the blowjob she gave cannot compensate to the damage she caused.

However, she cannot reach his number. She tried calling again and again, but he is still unreachable.

“Maybe he’s still mad at me,” she said to herself, having a unfamiliar but uncomfortable feeling in her chest.

Instead of calling him once again, Isadora sent a text message to him. She wrote her apology and the reason why she acted like that. She stated that she wanted to make it up for him, and that she didn’t act alone.

Before she went back to bed, Isadora received another call. Thinking that it was Giovanni, she hurriedly ran to the table to grab her phone. But her face fell down upon seeing a familiar phone number: the powerful man who supports Giovanni and her.

“Hello, signor?” Isadora spoke to the other line upon answering the call.

An old man’s voice answered her. “Isadora, I heard what happened,” he said, pertaining to the fail frame up scheme.

“How come they found Simone’s hair on the drugs?” she asked. “You told me that there’s no single traces on that thing. Now, Giovanni is angry at me even it was your fault because you’re careless.”

The old man laughed on the other end of the call as if their failure brought enjoyment to him. “We really underestimated that kid,” he answered. “I assume he found out about the drug, and used it to eliminate one of your aces.”

“You mean, Ezio is the one who put Simone’s traces on that drug?” she asked.

“Yep,” the old man spoke. “How he gathered that trace from Simone? I don’t know,” he chuckled once again. “He is a tough rival, like his father. Too bad his father’s dead.”

Isadora didn’t respond. She just realized that it wasn’t her fault; it was because of Ezio that their plan failed. She balled her fists because of frustration.

“Very well, I called you to give you a task,” the old man spoke again, while caressing a picture of a woman. “Now that the janitress we paid to plant the drug was arrested, it’s time to silence her.”

Isadora understood what he meant. Since the time they worked for him, they received financial and connection support from big families and companies. But in return, they will need to do the dirty work for him.

“Make sure she wouldn’t be able to speak anything about us. Kill her as soon as possible,” he added. “Goodluck”