My Destiny Is To Become Billionaire’s Wife

“Why did you lie about going on a business trip when you’re actually here?” The girl’s voice was full of reproach. The embrace tightened. Ansel felt suffocated. “Why, Ansel? You are excessive.”

Ansel’s hands hang loosely at Desi’s sides; he’s caught between his conflicting desires to either reciprocate the hug or push Desi away. It felt like his heart was being split in two, like his mind.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I can explain.” Ansel, after a moment of awkwardness, gradually regained his composure. He quickly thought of a response to address the girl’s question. “Desi, the truth is…”

“Why did you do that?” The girl interrupted, her voice heavy with serious questioning. “If I hadn’t found out, were you planning to hide it from me forever?”

“It’s not like that. I…” Ansel tried to explain something, but the girl didn’t give him a chance. She continued to interject, showing her excess.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Ansel. You’re a deceitful person. You lied to me.” There were sobbing sounds coming from the girl-the one who was tightly hugging Ansel.

“Desi, please calm down.” Realizing that the girl was getting agitated, Ansel tried to reassure her. But Desi didn’t bother to listen. She continued to relentlessly scold and berate Ansel.

“You’re an asshole. A liar. You lied to me.”

Ansel suddenly fell into a confused and awkward situation.

In a matter of moments, the couple’s images captured the attention of the people around them. That is true of Desi’s intention. Desi wants to be the center of attention. Because she’s a rising model. Desi wants to be known and famous. Not only as a model but also as the future life partner of Ansel, the heir to the JK Group worth hundreds of billions of dollars. In contrast to Desi, Ansel doesn’t like to publicize their private relationship because he finds it burdensome and bothersome. Feeling uncomfortable with this absurd situation, Ansel took control of his emotions and spoke up, wanting to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“Desi, what are you doing here? First of all, please let go of me. You’re suffocating me.”

The girl named Desi still refused to let go of Ansel. She whimpered and sobbed, seemingly trying to attract even more attention. Sensing the escalating situation, especially noticing Ansel’s scowl expression, Erica finally decided to speak up:

“Excuse me, ma’am, the patient needs air to breathe. Could you please release the hug?” Erica’s voice was firm but not overly loud. It carried enough authority to capture everyone’s attention. Desi glanced at Erica, seemingly startled by her presence.

“Who are you? Why are you getting involved in other people’s businesses?” Desi expressed a hint of suspicion. In Desi’s gaze, Erica could detect a trace of disdain that Desi directed towards Erica.

“I’m a nurse,” Erica responded politely. “The patient needs to be taken back to the room. Could you please step aside?”

“That…” Desi was about to argue back, but Erica was quicker to interject.

“Also, you’re causing disorder in the hallways.” Erica’s voice turned stern: “This will affect other patients as well as everyone around. If the two of you have any issues to resolve, please do so in a private room.”

Desi felt angered by Erica’s moral lecture and reluctantly moved away from Ansel. She cast a haughty gaze towards Erica, intending to assert her dominance, but she had no chance as Ansel quickly intervened.

“Desi, everyone is looking at us. Please reconsider your behavior. Don’t forget who you are. If there is something to discuss, do it in a more appropriate context.”

Desi looked at Ansel with a dissatisfied expression. She felt that Ansel was siding with Erica instead of prioritizing her. In Desi’s opinion, Ansel should have been more attentive and focused on her.

Just as Desi was about to say something, a voice echoed from behind her.

“Desi, it turns out you’re here. I thought you were still on the first floor.”

A man approached calmly. It was none other than Kevin. Upon hearing his call, Desi turned to look at the man. Seizing the opportunity, Desi focused her attention on Kevin, and Ansel turned to speak and extended his hand towards Erica.

“Erica, help me get back to the room.”

In front of Desi and Kevin, Ansel pretended that he couldn’t move normally yet. He acted tired, wanting to retire to his room for some rest. Ansel’s purpose in doing so was to avoid the barrage of questions from Kevin, who had just arrived. Ansel knew Kevin’s nature well-he was always asking questions and seeking answers, regardless of the circumstances or situation. Ansel didn’t want others prying into his affairs. In the current setting, if he lingered any longer, there was a high chance someone would recognize who he really was. That can lead to unexpected problems.

Understanding Ansel’s intentions, Erica quickly collaborated with him to create a seamless performance. The task of guiding patients is the responsibility of nurses and doctors, and they do it with ease. Desi and Kevin, even if they wanted to help Ansel, could only watch without knowing how to support him.

“Sure. Let me assist you,” Erica said gently. “Let’s go slowly.”

Ansel leaned on Erica for support, and together they started making their way towards the room. Desi watched their departure with a mix of emotions, unsure of what to make of the situation.

As Erica continued guiding Ansel back to the room, Desi couldn’t help but notice Ansel’s dismissive attitude. He seemed to ignore her presence, not even bothering to invite her along. Deep inside, Desi felt a surge of anger, but she forced herself to maintain a composed facade, fearing the negative judgment that could tarnish her reputation as a model.

“Let’s go, Desi,” Kevin called out, breaking her train of thought. “We’re going to see Ansel.”

Without saying a word, Desi followed Kevin, her emotions swirling inside, well hidden.

After escorting Ansel back to the room and helping him sit on the bed, Erica asked permission to go out, knowing that Ansel needed some privacy to receive his guests. However, before Erica could leave, she saw Desi barging in, followed by Kevin. Desi’s expression looked furious. For some reason, Erica found herself frozen in place, unable to take another step.

Approaching the bed, Desi raised her voice to interrogate Ansel.

“Ansel, why did you hide such a serious matter from me?”

“What are you talking about?”

Ansel tried to stay calm, pretending not to understand Desi’s point.

In reality, Ansel didn’t feel guilty for hiding the truth from Desi. He believed it was for the best, rather than something wrong. Therefore, when Desi discovered it, Ansel felt normal. Instead of being worried or afraid of Desi’s explosive reaction, he remained calm. It seemed strange, didn’t it? Ansel’s chemistry with Desi is not the same as that of a couple in love.

“Don’t pretend anymore!” Desi scolded, “I know everything. You have a serious disease.”

Erica, still frozen in the room, observed the tense exchange between Ansel and Desi. She realized that the situation had escalated, and she wondered how it would unfold.

“So it was. I just didn’t want you to worry.” Ansel said it casually.

The truth was that Ansel didn’t want Desi to be aware of his situation. This girl was truly a nuisance. If Desi found out, the matter would quickly and easily reach Ansel’s family. The revelation of Ansel’s cancer could create significant problems. There would be individuals who would take advantage of this information to manipulate and spread malicious rumors, causing a detrimental impact on AB’s stock prices and inflicting severe damage to the Brown family. Ansel chose to conceal his illness to avoid unforeseen and potential dangers. However, to his surprise, Desi somehow managed to discover the truth. Ansel was worried about the consequences if this were to be revealed, as it would undoubtedly reach the Brown family and many others would know too. Fortunately for Ansel, his health condition had been progressing well. Otherwise, the situation would have been much more complicated and troublesome to handle.

“What are you saying, Ansel? I’m your girlfriend and your future wife. I want to be worried. Why don’t you let me do it?” Desi lamented. At this point, tears welled up.

‘What? Girlfriend? Ansel has a fiancée?’ Information struck Erica’s ears like lightning. She stood frozen for a moment, fearing that she had misheard. Her gaze instinctively locked on Ansel, seeking confirmation of what she had just heard. As Ansel felt Erica’s gaze upon him, their eyes met. In that moment, he seemed to understand the questions swirling in Erica’s mind. It wasn’t just curiosity; Ansel could sense a tinge of sadness in Erica’s eyes. Ansel didn’t know how to explain the situation, so he quickly averted his gaze, looking elsewhere.