After marriage (Wife of the billionaire playboy)

Prologue

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" Yes, Daniel! Fuck me"

the loud shrill of pleasure rang out again. Fransisca rolled on her bed gritting her teeth to the point of breaking them.

" Lord fuck me!" She groaned kicking a pillow away from her. Anger wasn't enough to justify how she was feeling, she was enraged. How could he? They had only gotten married a week ago and he was already bringing his sluts home to fuck them wildly knowing she was just in the opposite room. She wasn't bothered about his open cheating, she was just enraged that his actions were robbing her of her beauty sleep.

" Yes! Daniel! Give it to me!" The female voice moaned out again, this time louder than before. Fransisca threw another pillow at the wall angrily. She has only managed to count sheep to sleep early only for them to keep her awake like this?

" God help me, if that bitch screams again. I'm going to pull my hair out one by one" She muttered as she placed another pillow on her head but another moan just went through the soft material again. She sat up and yanked her sleeping mask off her face.

She stood up from the bed with a scowl on her face. She wore her fluffy slipper and tied her sleeping robe properly. Locking the door behind her she walked towards the master's bedroom with a grumpy expression.

*Bang

" Oh yes Danny" The girl moaned again, Fransisca hissed loudly as she banged the door harder, venting out all her anger and frustration on the poor piece of an oak tree. She banged the door so hard she could hear the hinges shaking but her sleep-deprived self doesn't give a fuck about the door. The door can fucking break down for all she cares.

" For the love of God! Can you just keep it down? Some of us want to sleep for crying out loud!" She shouted when she saw that nobody would answer her knocks. The lady continued moaning and she banged the door harder.

" For Christ's sake. I will tear this down if you don't fucking tone it down. It's a dick you are taking not a whole fucking baby! Stop moaning like you want to fucking explode the whole world and LET! ME! FUCKING! SLEEP!!" She shouted almost sounding like a deranged witch but what is the difference between a sleep-deprived woman and a deranged witch? Well her deranged acts worked like a pro, the noises went down. Whether they had lost their arousal due to embarrassment or they decided to listen to her and keep it was none of her business but she was glad they were toning it down.

" It is something to be fucking my husband in my matrimonial home and it is another to be extremely loud about it. So rude" She muttered bitterly as she raised the pantry for a snack, at least that should help her already ruined mood. She grabbed a glass of water and went back to her room but immediately she locked the door, another loud shrill stopped her in her tracks.

" Someone will die before morning and it's not going to be me," She said with a sigh, she took a sip of water and tried to calm herself down.

" Fransisca?" She called herself.

" Yes," and she answered.

"Lillian" She called again responded like the first time.

" Do you want to go to jail?"

" No?"

" Is Daniel Smith and his little bony fish worthy enough for you to be behind bars"

" Of course not but I can still reconsider that" Plopping a dried date in her mouth she sighed again as she heard another moan.

" I'll look good in a prison uniform and I won't hesitate to wear one if they don't let me sleep," She said to herself thankfully the house died down and she started counting sheep backward again to lull herself to sleep.

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" What is the meaning of what you did yesterday?" He said the moment he laid his eyes on her early in the morning. He was already dressed for his office and she was sitting in front of the coffee with the darkest of the dark circles cradling a mug of coffee like her life depended on it. She glared at him icily and watched him swallow his saliva. It was her father's fault, she could have been enjoying her life while thinking about her brighter future but there she was married to a playboy.

Chapter 1 - After I met my brother

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"It's so cold,"

that was the first thing that came out of Fransisca Kingston's mouth immediately she raised her head to look around her surroundings. Her newlywedded groom had just driven her to his mansion, threw her out of the car, and left her there while he drove away leaving her without a key to the house, no idea of where she was, and without a cellphone to reach anyone for the past three hours.

He had driven off with her purse and so she was stuck in front of the mansion without a key and no other warmth against the harsh winter wind except for her wedding gown, she had crouched down in front of the house to use the the many layers of her white gown as warmth and a form of comfort. She fought her tears with everything she had. Her neck hurt and she could feel her entire body get stiff thanks to the cold. The bone of her corset dug into her sides painfully and the cold wasn't making anything easy for her.

" If I cry I lose" She coughed and said to herself as she stood up while shivering hard to check if there was anyone she could ask for help. No one was in sight and that only soiled her already ruined day. She blamed herself for accepting to marry someone that she didn't even know. She hated him already but she promised herself to make him pay for ever putting her in such a predicament. Her limbs were already freezing thanks to the harsh winter cold, she used her right hand to brush the snow away from her Sandy blonde curls. Weddings were supposed to be the happiest day in a woman's life but it happened to be the saddest thing that ever happened to her.

A bright light suddenly shone on her and she tried to stand up but her frozen limbs wouldn't allow her. Her supposed husband, Daniel Smith the number one playboy in the city got out of the car and moved close to her with a worried look on his face. She didn't know if what she saw on his face was worries or something else but she could feel her eyes closing as exhaustion took over.

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It all started when a strange man approached her in the local restaurant she worked at.

" Oh my God you look exactly like my mother," he said immediately as he laid his eyes on her. She had ignored him and served the other customers instead, He looked strange dressed in a sweatshirt and joggers and his hair was messy as if he had come to the restaurant straight out of his bed. And his first sentence to her didn't make him seem less weird.

She looked like his mother her butt! She grumbled under her breath after serving the other customers with one of her fakest smiles. The man continued following her and grabbed her hands turning her around to face him. He stared at her for a while with his mouth wide open and then he started muttering "I can't believe this" under his breath.

" Please I'm working right now sir. You can take a seat if you are not ready to place to place your order" She had told him in a polite but cold manner when he wouldn't stop following her.

Not trying to distract her or get her fired from her job, he decided to wait for her till after her shift. He had become a private investigator just to look for her after she disappeared Sixteen years ago when she was five. She went missing on the same day his mother died in a car accident. They had proclaimed her dead but he knew she was alive and there she was in front of him. His poor little sister after so many years.

Fransisca Rhys grew up in the poorest part of the city with a family that took care of her even though they were not rich enough. She had lived in the orphanage for four years before this kind family decided to adopt her but unfortunately, she lost both of them in an accident two years ago. She had to drop out of college and start working as a waiter at an expensive restaurant to take care of her two younger siblings who were the biological children of her adoptive parents.

He had waited for her till the end of her shift before introducing himself to her and he also provided her with DNA results that proved that she was indeed a daughter of the Kingston family.

" So you are my brother?" She asked him after going through the paperwork. He nodded at her as he grinned excitedly. " You won't believe how long I have been looking for you"

In just one day, her life transformed from a poor girl from the countryside to the heiress of the richest billionaire family in the city. It was awkward at first but with Liam Kingston's nature, it wasn't that long before she warmed up to her elder brother who introduced her to the rest of the family.

Her biological father Henry Kingston, the current CEO of Kingston and co was a cold man who hardly talked, there seemed to be bad blood between him and his only son Liam and their relationship only made Fransisca walk on eggshells around them in the Mansion. Her stepmother, Hailey always appeared nice but Fransisca knew the woman wasn't so thrilled to have her back in the house but ignored the couple from hell, She was glad to have Liam, at least he treated her like a human being.

Well, everything was all roses and rainbows until her rose bed started growing thorns. Her father never wanted a daughter and he was really glad to have her gone along with her mother years ago, that was the reason why he never bothered to look for her even when his only son begged him to find her sister. He refused to waste his time looking for a brat. He hated Fransisca and he didn't hide it from her or anyone until one day, he approached her with a nice smile.

" How are you doing sweetheart?" Francisca's eyebrows shot up at her father's words. She has never heard him address her like that. Only her brother treats her like a human being.

" I am okay I guess" She blurted out awkwardly not knowing how to react around the cold man.

" Well.. that's good. I have something to tell you." He said with a smile that sent chills down her spine in the wrong way. " You are getting married"

" Who? Me?" She gasped, pointing to herself to confirm if her father was delirious or she was the one hearing wrong.

" Did I stutter?" His hard mean gaze was back and Francisca found herself shifting uncomfortably.

" No .. but I can't just get married. I do not have a boyfriend or something like that" She said but he ignored her.

"Don't worry about that, I already chose the man you will marry. Your wedding is in two weeks so start getting ready" He said with a glare enough to intimidate her but she wasn't moved.

" What is this? Some sort of joke? Are we in the 17th century or what? Why do you have a say in whether or not I get married? Who the hell do you think you are?!" She seethed not minding the presence of her slithering stepmother.

" I am your father and I have a right to decide your future," He said with a glare that mirrored hers. She chuckled bitterly " Some loving father you are, you just found your daughter after so many years yet you are just willing to throw her away"

" If you don't marry this man. I will remove your name from the family's registry. You will cease to be my daughter and I will stop your brother from ever reaching you" He threatened and she laughed at his threats.

" No, you can't!"

" Try me Lilly, try me." He said coldly and Francisca felt something inside her. She can't afford to get disowned, she has managed to give her adoptive siblings a better life with her family's influence. Getting disowned means their lives will turn around again and they might end up in a worse place so she surrendered. But she already loathed her father more than she did when she learned that he didn't even try to look for her.

A stranger she had never seen before, stinking rich and the exact definition of men that she must avoid at all cost, she almost scrunched her face in disgust at the picture her stepmother showed her, He was handsome with a smile of the devil himself with a bad reputation that will turn every reasonable woman to the opposite direction.

" I can't just marry a stranger. I don't even know him" She gritted her teeth as she forced the words out. They don't even have the right to decide for her. She knew that her stepmother didn't like her, Francisca was sure this woman planned everything with her father so they could rid themselves of her presence. And they chose a perfect time to carry out their plans because her dear brother was out of the country with his billionaire best friend.

" You were a total stranger to us also" The vain woman muttered under her breath but Fransisca could hear her perfectly.

" This is Daniel Smith, the only son and heir of the Smith Enterprises, current CEO of Smith Hotels and Suites. He is a promising young man from a great background, no one else is suited to be your husband more than him. If you marry him, I will allow you to work under Christina Louis" Her father said giving her an offer she couldn't refuse. Christina Louis is the head fashion designer at Kingston Fashion and he knew how much Francisca dreamed of working under the woman.

" I can help you with dress shopping if you want. I have a list of amazing designers who will be glad to design your dress or if you want Christina Louis, I'll help with that but she is out of the country for now" Her stepmother approached her with a fake smile trying to touch her body.

" Get your filthy hands off me! You ugly witch"

Chapter 2. After the deal

" Daniel Martinson Smith! Do not walk out on your father!" Mrs Smith yelled at her angry son who was about to storm out of the house. She looked pissed as hell and she has her hand on her waist which scares the handsome man at the door a little bit.

Daniel Smith may be all over the magazines with a Playboy image, he may be the total bad boy that allures every female and he may be that boy your mother will always warn you to avoid, with an impressive height of six foot seven and a muscular body that could rival that of Eros. He has a fit and sexy body that can impregnate some hormonal teenage girls If they stare at him long enough. Apart from his height and amazing body, he has a babyish facial feature but with a jaw so sharp it could slice butter, his brown hair is always messy like he just got out of bed every time. He has electric striking blue eyes that make him more alluring to all age ranges of females. He was a dangerous combination of a woman's body and heart.

He may be all those with such amazing features but he fears his mother's anger more than anything. The soft Rachel Smith, past beauty queen hardly gets angry but when she does, it is always disastrous. That Daniel knew and always avoided. He turned around and took a deep breath to face his raging mother.

" Ma, All he kept on saying was bullshit. I can't get married to some girl. What will happen to my reputation?" His deep voice replied to his mother in the calmest way he could manage.

" Reputation? Do you mean your notorious attitude of dumping girls like some piece of trashy artwork? Come on that has to stop one day" Rachel said sitting on one of the luxurious chairs in the living room. She didn't have to say a word before her son walked towards her and sat in front of her.

" When will you give me a grandchild? You know how much I want to be a meemaw?" Her blue eyes, similar to his softened as she talked about grandchildren. He only gave her a sweet smile.

" Ma, I am Daniel Smith," He said smoothly with his famous sweetheart smile. His mother's eyes lightened up in hope but he ended up being Daniel Smith again. "any woman will gladly have my child. If you want a grandchild, I'm going to give you as many as you want without getting married"

" No! A proper grandchild with a loving family. Not some plastic mold gold diggers" Rachel's eyes became hard again.

" I thought you wanted grandchildren?" He said trying to weasel out of the argument with his business skills.

" Daniel Martinson Smith!"

" No, not the middle name again" He groaned already hating where everything was leading to.

" Leave him alone Rachel, if he won't marry that girl then he can just kiss the position of CEO of Smith Enterprises goodbye," A slightly older version of Daniel said with a deeper voice behind them. Even at the age of Fifty-two, Me Martin looked as dashing as hell. Daniel got all his looks from him but got his electric blue eyes from his mother. The man walked towards them and placed a loving kiss on Rachel's lips. She blushed but returned his kiss, Daniel's gag stopped them.

The love shining in their eyes is so enviable, they met when they were in college and fell in love with each other. They went through much turbulence before they finally got married and had Daniel but still their love was stronger than ever, and they wanted the same for their son who was twenty-five years old and had never had a serious relationship.

" You can't do that! You know how much I worked for that position" Daniel glared at his father but the man wasn't fazed, he only plopped down beside his wife and wrapped his arms around her.

" And I am the owner of the company and I can do whatever I want. You will get married to that girl if you want that position" Mr Martin said with an equally cold expression. Rachel only smiled at how much both of them were alike.

" Immediately I sign the marriage certificate, I will have the company deal?" Daniel said with a serious tone after deducing the fact that his father wasn't joking around.

" Does that mean you will marry her?" his mother's eyes lit up.

" I don't even know who the 'her' is but I will if he answers my question"

"Once you get married, you can have the company" Martin replied positively.

" I need to get my lawyer in case you go back in your words" Daniel stood up and paced around the room. He will do anything to have the company even if he has to marry some pampered princess. His father's hand was already on his mother's waist the moment he looked away.

"Whatever you want, now get out. I want to make out with my wife" Martin said, his gaze only on his wife. He doesn't even care about his childish son.

" Gross" He scrunched up his face in disgust at his father's words. He started making his way out so he wouldn't see his parents making out.

" You are just jealous," Rachel said and her husband responded with a chuckle.

Once he was out of the house, he kicked a fancy cobblestone that decorated the lawn of his parent's Mansion. He hated the idea more than anything but he has his plans. Whoever the 'her' is will regret marrying him. He will make her life a living hell. He grabbed his latest iPhone and called his best friend, also his lawyer, Victor Rhodes. He picked after the first ring.

" Man I'm in big trouble," Daniel's dramatic voice said immediately after his friend picked up the call.

" Are you getting married?" Victor chuckled jokingly, because to the Almighty Victor Smith marriage is the only thing that could bother him that much. Growing up with loving parents could have been a positive influence on Daniel's romantic views but he enjoys the attention he gets from being the number one most eligible bachelor in the country.

" How did you know?" Daniel almost screamed.

" Wait! I was just joking. Is that true? Are you getting married? To who? This is great" Victor shouted excitedly.

Thirty minutes later, both of them sat in a bar taking shots of whiskey. Daniel looked miserable while Victor was enjoying his friend's misery more than he should.

" I don't even know who she is!" Daniel said downing another shot. He wasn't even tipsy but Victor was already drunk out of his mind.

" She might be hot, you never know what you get. You should pray to God that she is ugly, she will be easier to divorce that way" Victor slurred every one of his words but Daniel managed to understand what he was saying.

" That is true but I doubt my father will pick an ugly bride for me. Ugly or not I don't even want her" Daniel pouted while Daniel nodded his head absentmindedly.

" How I wish my father would do this for me. But to each his own" Daniel said taking another shot again.

A sexy girl dressed in a short sequin gown and a pair of high heels approached them with a flirty smile. Her brown wavy hair was tied up in a ponytail and she looked exactly like the type of girls Daniel likes. He must have slept with her once or twice but Daniel doesn't really care, he needed his dick inside her and nothing matters at the moment. Not even his impromptu wedding.

" Hey handsome" the girl batted her eyelashes at him seductively and placed her perfectly manicured hands on his arms. He gave her one of his signature devilish smirks, the exact amount to put her in an imaginary orgasm induced coma.

" Hey, Alison?" He said with a smile trying to remember her name. " It's Amanda" The girl corrected and he nodded his head. He has slept with her.

" Do you want to get out of here" The girl whispered in his ears and he smirked as he trailed his hands from her shoulders down to her wrist. He could see goosebumps forming on her skin. " As you wish princess" he grabbed her wrist and led her out of the bar with a content smile on his face.

" Are you ditching me for a girl again?" Victor's slurry voice stopped him in his tracks. " Ah, why do I even bother? Enjoy your night. Try not to get your face on the front page tomorrow" Victor rolled his eyes and poured another shot again leaving his playboy best friend to his normal game.

" Yea This is what I'm good at, not some marriage bullshit" Dragging Amanda close to him, he placed a full kiss on her mouth.