Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Wife

The helicopter flew towards the destination, while Elle saw him going from the window. The woman shook her head towards the side and lowered her head, a faint laughter burst out in the silent room with her smirking face. If Sandro was a mad man then she was no less than him, if the man had been planning to treat her badly then Elle was not a saint. He hurt her twice in the past days, now it was her turn to destroy his life. She gently slammed on the window glass and leaned in to kiss the glass. The woman whispered with a malicious intent towards Sandro, as she bid him farewell. “I wish you a good time, Sandro. Meanwhile I will prepare a surprise for you when you come back, keke.” The woman was aware of his likes and dislikes, hence she aimed to make his life hell with all the sneaky methods. The lady had been fond of reading books and had memorised all the ways of those bitches, who made the life of the female protagonist hell. And that was what Elle planned to do with Sandro! After he was gone by leaving all the freaking huge castle to her, precisely at her mercy… Elle walked towards the dressing table and bound her hair. The woman opened the door and headed towards the staircase, she had seen a few places of the castle which were exposed to her and were within her reach. But now that she was all alone as the in charge of the castle, she aimed to change the whole design of the place according to her will and choice. Elle was greeted by the maids near by the staircase down in the hall. She cast a brief look at the people and glanced at the immaculate huge door of the castle, two bodyguards had been standing there with their alert gazes and armed guns. ‘Hah! I will not leave the castle, but will leech at you until you throw me away.’ She was continuously smiling and halted on the last step of the staircase, when the woman placed her right hand on the golden railing. ‘Let’s see how long you can take the mess caused by me.’ Elle lifted her chin up with a confident gaze and gestured to the older maid, who seemed to be the head maid. She walked towards Elle with her head lowered, all other guards followed the same action and stood there waiting for the command. The woman twirled her fingers in her hair, as she looked around inspecting something. “How many rooms are there in the castle?” She tried to sound confident and loud and clear with her intentions. Elle wanted to change all the interior of the castle according to her taste, in turn ruining the current state. She knew that the castle might be important to Sandro, that’s why the slightest changings would infuriate him. “30 rooms, Miss Elle.” The maid calculated in her mind and responded with an accurate premise. Whereas the other servants had no idea what Elle planned to do, the cunning woman smiled and dawdled towards the room on the right side, which seemed like a lounge. The lady was required to call for help and assumed that if some outsiders would be called for renovation then she can pass out the word via those people. “Okay! I want to change the decor and the interior paint. Call some people to do renovation.” Elle spoke loudly as she commanded. All the servants exchanged glances with each other, not knowing what to do. It was the moment when the head male servant spoke to indicate his worry. “With due respect madame, we can’t do anything without the master’s orders. We are deeply apologetic.” Elle knew that was coming and she was prepared for it. The woman stepped closer to the person and lifted his face up with her index finger. The whole damned staff got stunned upon her bold act, she dared to touch a lowly servant despite being master Sandro’ bride. Elle smirked as a cunning glint shone brightly in her eyes, she was ready to take over whatever she wanted. “Oh really? Are you implying that you don’t regard me as your mistress, uh?” She deliberately pretended to be thinking innocently, while twisting his words to work in her favour. The man didn’t know how to escape from her manipulation, hence he apologised to her and obliged to her order. The servitude knew that either way their lives were endangered. It was better to oblige to the slightly safer, the bunch scattered and the preparations were started. ‘Hah! I will see how long you can take it.’ Elle smirked while swaying as she continued to dawdle, while waiting for her soup.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.