I Would Want Me Back Too: Billionaire Wulfrics' Undercover Lover

RILEY HARRINGTON'S POV I sit quietly in the back of the taxi, my fingers nervously twisting the delicate ticket card in my hand. The city lights blurs past as we near the marina where the grand yacht party is being held. I spent every last penny of my life savings on this ticket, I am going to surprise my dearest fiancee at his biggest profit brand celebration. None of you would know how lucky I am! My fiancee is none other than Wilden Don Wulfric, the dazzling billionaire and owner of lux fashion brand. He is not just filthy rich, he has looks of an angel, he looks like a runway model even in his night robes. He is the lucky man that got it all. The dazzling looks, infinite wealth and a charming personality that attracts women like moths to a flame. The world that does not know about me openly wishes that Wilden would consider dating Briana Sullivan. She is a beautiful top model in his brand, and lots of fans talk about them being a couple. I have seen those comments, but they don’t bother me. I know Wilden loves me deeply. People might not know we are engaged, but I feel sure that his heart belongs to me alone. After all I gave up my dream of becoming a model to support him fully, so he could focus on growing his brand. My sacrifices paid off, his brand skyrocketed, making record profits every year. It was all worth it. I am sure with everything he has achieved, we will soon get married. The taxi slows down as we near the marina and the enormous yacht, comes into view. It looks luxurious and beautiful. The middle aged taxi driver glances over at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “You sure you’re going to that fancy party?” he asks bluntly. “Don’t mean to be rude, but you don’t exactly look like you belong there. That kind of place-full of rich folks and fancy types." Of course I am not dressed like high end billionaire's wife or girlfriend. I guess that is the funniest thing to say when my fiancee owns the most famous fashion brand, but since I barely come out of my the house or go to any parties. I never felt the need to buy high end luxurious clothing or jewelry. It's actually a miracle after buying the ticket I still hand a few dollars to afford me this decent dress. “I’m... going to surprise my fiancee. He's host...." I start to say but the driver snorts loudly. “Fiancee, huh? Let me guess, you’re probably one of those escorts they bring along to these things. That’s usually how women like you get in.” He laughs shaking his head while pulling up,“You’re lucky, nevertheless. You have beautiful legs to open to billionaires and celebrities.” What an ignorant rude person. Does he think I am a prostitute?! I don't bother to correct him as I toss him his money and step out of the taxi. The yatch looks even bigger this close and more luxurious than ever. It also almost ironic that my fiancee owns this magnificent superyacht too, yet I have never once set foot on it before. I will definitely suggest we use it for our honeymoon vacation in close future. The entrance is guarded by three, tall, serious-looking security men who check every guest carefully. I show them my ticket, and they scan it slowly before nodding and letting me through. The gangway leads me onto the polished deck and I am immediately struck by the stunning interior. The space is vast and open, with gleaming wooden floors that reflect the soft glow of the crystal chandeliers hanging elegantly from the ceiling. Near one corner, a live popular band plays smooth jazz. Dominating the other end is a massive X-shaped buffet, each arm stretching nearly ninety feet, laden with array of delicious dishes, fresh seafood, colorful salads, and desserts. There is also a sleek bar next to the buffet staffed by waitresses dressed in black and white uniforms, expertly serving guests dressed to the nines. They are serving the best of wine and Champagne. At least I'll get a chance to try my hands on some dishes and wines I have not heard of yet. The guests move easily around the room, chatting and laughing. I recognize many familiar faces of super-rich businessmen and celebrities I have seen on television, all accompanied by glamorous wives and girlfriends. Their clothes are made from the most exquisite fabrics I have ever seen. Since I don't really know anyone present personally, I don't try to strike a conversation with anyone. Instead, I make my way to the bar, settle onto a stool and ask for a drink.The Floor-to-ceiling windows lining the wall behind the bar offers a breathtaking views of the dark sea, as I wait for the party to start. I can't wait to see Wilden's reaction on realizing I am here. I got two surprises for him. First being I secretly auditioned for a top modeling agency and I got picked on my very first try. I can now help market some of his brand's designs. And second, I got him a very expensive Rolex watch. Offcourse I bought it with some money and I’m going to be paying for it monthly since I couldn't afford the whole amount. Nevertheless, I am sure he'll be very happy to see me and will be proud of my achievement.