The Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife

Chapter 2

When Chase called Franceska desperate, and that he didn't ask for her virginity and she willingly gave it to him, well, that's true. But Franceska only did that because she was intensely attracted to him.

She didn't actually like Chase. But she'll admit he was incredibly attractive. He was her type: gruff, quiet, mysterious, and seemingly not a womanizer, but skilled in bed.

From the moment she met Chase, she felt something different. She was captivated by his looks.

He was six feet tall, with tan skin and intensely gray eyes. He had a strong jawline and a prominent nose. His lips were full and looked untouched by cigarettes. But it was his veined hands that really caught her attention. He looked like he enjoyed—

She couldn't help but bite her lower lip, captivated as she looked at him that first time at her house, imagining steamy encounters with him.

The mayor of Los Angeles seemed respectable! But his handsomeness was overwhelming—and Franceska was sure she wasn't the only one thinking impure thoughts about him. He's like a walking s*x god! Only the blind wouldn't appreciate him. Proof of this was her parents' two adopted daughters, Layla and Nicole, whose lustful whispers about Chase Franceska overheard.

"Gosh, girl! The mayor is so handsome!" Layla whispered excitedly to Nicole, hitting her arm playfully, fidgeting nervously.

Franceska was descending the stairs when she heard the whispers of her parents' adopted daughters as they ascended. They were playfully shoving each other, clearly thrilled by their conversation, giggling so much that they caught her attention.

Franceska raised an eyebrow. Mayor? Were they talking about Chase Williams, the newly elected, youngest mayor of Los Angeles?

What was the big deal with that guy? His name was certainly buzzing, especially since the election three months ago. But she had no idea what he looked like, having only heard his name.

Franceska was from San Fernando. She lived there for a year with her grandmother, attending college. But because they weren't wealthy, her parents couldn't afford to send her money and manage their daily expenses. She was forced to return to Los Angeles. She also failed a class due to her nightly drinking. She was free there, without anyone monitoring her actions. She even misused her tuition money, angering her parents. Fortunately, they gave her another chance to continue her studies, but she couldn't return to San Fernando.

She had only been back in Los Angeles for a month. She resumed her studies there.

It was new, and she missed her flings from San Fernando. But she was adapting. There were plenty of handsome guys at her university.

Franceska only pursued casual relationships. Although she had suitors, she didn't want anything serious. She believed men only saw women as playthings, so she treated them the same way.

That belief stemmed from witnessing her friend Andy's heartbreak after being dumped by her boyfriend. Andy almost died; Franceska rushed her to the hospital after she cut herself.

Thankfully, her friend is okay now. She's moved on. And like Franceska, she only plays around with men.

Crying is stressful! It ruins your beauty. No way! She wouldn't cry over a man.

"I know right! Check if my panties have fallen down," Nicole whispered to Layla, and they shrieked again.

Franceska's eyebrows arched even higher at what she heard. She shook her head. Was their new mayor that handsome that the two girls were acting crazy?

And what was going on? Why were they suddenly talking about the mayor?

She had no idea what their mayor looked like. She was busy in San Fernando taking care of her transfer requirements that she didn't vote in the last election. So she didn't know what the two were talking about.

Well, Franceska didn't care.

She approached the two and stood in front of them. "Can you please stop? It's early morning! Your giggling is irritating. So flirty," she said gruffly. She felt her headache worsen from their shrill voices.

She scolded them because Franceska knew she had the right to.

In exchange for the Adams family taking in Layla and Nicole, the girls would work for them, and Franceska's parents would send them to a university with scholarships for high-achieving students.

The girls agreed because they were orphans. They sold candles outside the church when Franceska's family met them. That was their livelihood. Franceska's parents bought candles from them every Sunday when they went to church.

And although they were poor, Franceska's parents were compassionate. So they legally adopted the two girls. They were now considered the daughters of Franceska's parents.

"S-sorry, Sis, Cheska. W-we're sorry," they said, hurrying away.

Sis? They weren't her sisters. She didn't like being called that.

She shook her head and went straight downstairs to the dining room. It was just past six in the morning, breakfast time. Franceska was still sleepy from a night out drinking. She got home past one in the morning. But she told her parents that they had a group project last night.

Her parents wouldn't allow her to go out drinking if they knew. It was painful, but her parents had lost trust in her.

She felt stressed from school and the workload from her professors, so she drank. It was Saturday today, and Friday last night. There were no classes the next morning, so she could stay up late.

But she didn't expect her mother to wake her up early for breakfast because they had a visitor. That's why she was in a bad mood.

Franceska went straight downstairs to the dining room, her eyes half-closed, still sleepy and with a headache. She sat down, head bowed, yawning constantly.

"Franceska!" she heard her father's sharp voice. He seemed angry again.

Well, he always was. Ever since she insisted on studying in San Fernando because she knew she'd have more freedom and her parents wouldn't be watching her, but she failed and misused her tuition money, that's how he'd been treating her.

Franceska didn't say anything, even though she felt her mother pinching her side.

"What is it—" she was about to protest, but stopped when she heard someone clear their throat.

It was a man's voice. Oh, right! They had a visitor. She'd forgotten.

Franceska opened her eyes wide, and froze again as a strikingly handsome and well-built man appeared before her!

She sat up straight. Oh my God! Who was this man? Was this the breakfast her parents had prepared for her? Why did they have a drop-dead gorgeous visitor?

Her hangover seemed to disappear.

"H-Hi!" Franceska blurted out, smiling at him. She quickly fixed her messy hair and bit her lip as she looked him over. Her mother hadn't mentioned the visitor was handsome; otherwise, she would have made more of an effort.

She waited for him to smile back, but instead, he just nodded.

So grumpy! Franceska giggled inwardly.

"Oh, Mayor, I'm so sorry about Franceska! She stayed up late last night! She had a group project! She's still a bit out of it," Franceska heard her mother apologizing, seeming embarrassed by her daughter's behavior.

For the third time, Franceska froze! Mayor? Did she hear correctly? The man in front of her was the mayor? Was that why Layla and Nicole were talking about the mayor earlier? He was their visitor?

But what was he doing here? And why... was he so handsome?

Chase Williams had long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a prominent nose, full lips, a muscular build, and broad shoulders. You could tell he had abs because he was wearing a fitted v-neck shirt, and they were clearly visible.

But why was the mayor here? That was her question.

It wasn't surprising that her parents knew him; they were both government employees and worked at the city hall.

What was surprising was why the mayor was at their house so early? What connection did he have to their family? Especially since they weren't wealthy!

Don't tell me—he's a relative? Oh my God! I hope not! What a waste of incredibly handsome perfection if that were the case.

"It's alright, Mrs. Adams..." the mayor's baritone voice said.

Franceska couldn't help but bite her lower lip again. Chase Williams was so hot! He also spoke so politely.

And he probably looked good in bed. He seemed like fun to flirt with! And since she had so many flings, why not make him her next target?

Franceska couldn't take her eyes off him. She tried to see if he would look at her, especially since they were facing each other. But he didn't. His attention was focused on the food and her parents.

But that's okay! She liked challenges. This would be difficult, but she knew he'd eventually give in to her.

Why wouldn't he? With her beauty. Franceska stood 5'8. She had brown eyes, curly brown hair, a small, prominent nose, and full lips. Even though they weren't wealthy, she had smooth, fair skin.

Many people were crazy about her. And the mayor of Los Angeles was no exception!

"I'm really sorry, Mayor," her father said.

Chase didn't respond, only glancing briefly towards the stairs. Franceska frowned, wondering what was upstairs and why he looked there.

Then she heard her father clear his throat and call Nicole and Layla, who were just coming down the stairs.

"Children, is your sister Francine coming down?"

Franceska rolled her eyes discreetly when she heard her twin's name. They ate together every day, but she wished Francine wouldn't come down, especially with a handsome man in front of her.

It was no secret in their house that, although they were twins, Franceska didn't like Francine. Francine was always the favorite in her parents' eyes. She always won awards in school since high school.

Actually, Francine was supposed to be the one sent to San Fernando for college because their parents knew she was very responsible. She could have stayed with their grandmother. But because Franceska insisted on going, her twin gave in, especially since they weren't wealthy and couldn't afford to send them both.

So, Francine was again the good one in everyone's eyes, the more understanding one. This only fueled Franceska's anger towards her twin, especially after she wasted her chance at a college education there.

Now, Franceska was behind in her college classes, and Francine would graduate sooner because Franceska had failing grades.

Her parents bragged about Francine being a scholarship student with high grades, while Franceska was playing catch-up and hadn't qualified for a scholarship at their university because of her failing grades.

"U-uh, Dad, France isn't feeling well, so she can't join us," Layla answered her father's question, looking flustered and blushing, glancing at Chase.

Feeling unwell?

Franceska had noticed that her twin hadn't been joining them at the table for a week.

But she didn't care how Francine was doing; Francine was just being dramatic. She was attending university and seemed fine.

It was good that Francine wasn't at the table; it left Franceska's gaze free to feast on the handsome man in front of her.

Everything always favored Francine. Franceska wouldn't allow her to share Chase's attention.

"R-really?" her mother said hesitantly, turning to Chase, whose expression was now blank.

He'd been serious earlier, but Franceska couldn't detect any emotion now. She wondered why his mood had changed so suddenly.

He cleared his throat, then put down his cutlery. "I should be going then. I'll come back another time," he said seriously in his baritone voice, standing up.

Franceska saw her father stand up too, his movements hurried. "I-I'll see you out, Mayor," he said, guiding the mayor away from the table.

Chase nodded and turned to her mother, who was also standing and seemed to be escorting him to the gate.

"I-I'll come too," her mother said, sounding flustered.

The three left, leaving only Layla and Nicole at the table. Franceska was about to leave when she called them.

"Hey! You two!"

They turned to her. "W-what?" they said almost simultaneously.

"Come here," Franceska said.

She saw them pushing each other, clearly afraid to approach her. She rolled her eyes. She was mean and grumpy, but she didn't hurt people, so she didn't understand why they were afraid of her, especially since she was only five years older.

"Y-you go first, Layla!" Nicole whispered.

"You go!" Layla replied.

"Duh! What do I need you for? I just have a question! Hurry up!" Franceska snapped, rolling her eyes. Finally, they obeyed.

"W-what is it, Cheska?" Layla asked.

Franceska glanced at the living room, in case her parents suddenly appeared.

"How old is the Mayor?" she said quickly.

She knew the mayor was young, but she wanted to know exactly how young. He had really caught her attention. Besides, Layla and Nicole seemed smitten with Chase and probably knew his age.

"T-the Mayor?"

Franceska glared at Layla. Did she really need to repeat her question?

Nicole pinched Layla's side, and then answered. "H-he's thirty, I think, Cheska."

Hmm... Thirty?

He was definitely someone to flirt with, seven years older than her! Perfectly within her standards!

Chase probably wasn't married. He seemed like the type who wouldn't commit to a woman yet. There were no reports of a girlfriend either. So, it was definitely possible.

And Chase seemed so tempting. He seemed serious, but he probably knew a lot and was wild in bed.

"What was Chase doing here? Why did the mayor visit so early?" Franceska asked again. The girls were so gossipy, they probably knew why he'd visited.

"Oh, he visited—"

"Layla, Nicole, why are you still standing there? Why aren't you sitting down and eating?" Nicole's answer was cut short by her father's sudden appearance. Her mother wasn't with him.

He looked at her, so Franceska looked away. He was probably going to lecture her. She stood up from the table to return to her room.

It was Saturday. She would sleep. Besides, Layla and Nicole were there to do the housework.

Before she could leave, her father stopped her. "Where are you going, Franceska? Are you finished eating?"

She nodded. "To my room," she whispered.

He shook his head. "Are you sure you were doing a school project last night and not just drinking?"

She remained silent. She knew her father didn't trust her anymore. But instead of trying to win him over, she didn't bother. He reminded her of her mistakes in San Fernando every day.

"If I find out you haven't been serious about your studies, I'll stop supporting you. Your tuition is being wasted on you."

Franceska sighed deeply. Her father said this every day, without fail. And every day, she grew tired and hurt, even if she didn't show it.

She admitted she'd neglected her studies. But she couldn't help it, especially since she only received attention from her friends, the attention she should have been getting from her parents.

Francine was always the good daughter in their eyes.