My Dutch Billionaire 3 (13 page)

Anyone acquainted with the Dutch billionaire knew that the only person who had power over him was his beloved fiancée.

And so the crew did their best to get along with the Dutch model. They pretended to listen to her stories, pretended to believe everything she said even when her words bordered on the ridiculous. It was as if Shane had only accepted the invitation to prove that she was
not
the loser, and financially, she did have something to brag about. As soon as the engagement between Willem and Serenity had been announced, Shane had held her own press conference to proudly show off her twenty-carat diamond engagement ring to an Arab sheikh. The fact that her own billionaire fiancé happened to be twice Willem’s age, Shane chose to gloss over in every interview.
 

The night before the documentary started filming, Willem had invited the entire cast and crew for a private dinner at the castle. He presided at the head of the table, Serenity in his arms, a lovely vision in pink.

Shane had been the last to arrive, making a grand entrance in a transparent gown. The Queen had been so scandalized she had ordered Shane to have her dinner in her bedroom.

Shane’s attitude on the first day of filming had also set a precedent. If she heard someone had gone to climb the Mt. Everest, Shane would say she had done it twice. If she heard someone had come to the set with a new Louis Vuitton bag, she would make sure to mention that she had given hers to her housekeeper because it was no longer interesting. If she heard someone enjoyed their recent vacation at the Bahamas, she would yawn and say that place was oh-so-old since she had been there countless times.

On and on it went that the director finally had to pay Willem a visit in his office. “Sorry, Mr. de Konigh, but I have to be the bearer of bad news.”

Willem put his pen down. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“It is,” the director said miserably. “It’s the crew. They’re threatening to boycott tonight’s celebratory dinner.”

“I see. That
is
a problem. Do you happen to know why?”

“Well…” He grimaced. “It’s your future sister-in-law, sir.”

“Ah. They do not wish her to attend?”

He nodded glumly.

The Dutch billionaire simply nodded. “I’ll do what I can.”

“Okay, boss.” As the director turned away to leave, he wondered uneasily if he had just imagined the cruel gleam in the billionaire’s eyes.

Surely—

Nah.

This was Willem de Konigh, the most gentlemanly of all billionaires. He and his fiancée were so nice they had even invited Shane Raleigh to be a part of the documentary even when she was such a bitch to Mrs. Willem.
 

He shook his head. The Dutch billionaire would probably just give the model the equivalent of a light slap on the wrist and that was it.

****

To promote the documentary, whose proceeds would be donated to the kingdom’s charitable foundation, the producers had decided to shoot a one-hour special that revolved completely around the rumored love triangle between the Dutch billionaire and the two Raleigh sisters.

Serenity had expected Willem to refuse, but her fiancé had surprised her instead by agreeing.
And so here she was
, Serenity thought glumly,
being forced to spend more time than necessary with Shane.
The two of them were in the kitchen, Serenity busy making sushi rolls while across her, Shane sat cross-legged on a stool as she gushed about the latest adventures she’d had with her fiancé.

“Have you enjoyed a camel ride in the desert with your fiancé yet?”

“Umm, no—”

“Oh, poor you,” Shane said, her tone oozing with sympathy.
 

Behind her, the cameramen rolled their eyes and Serenity, having caught sight of them, swallowed back a laugh. “It is, umm, unfortunate.” But if the news articles were to be believed, the camel ride Shane was talking about had been a rather embarrassing moment for her half-sister. Her sixty-year-old fiancé, having enjoyed a sumptuous lunch before it, had farted the entire time, in the presence of Shane and several other model friends she had invited to the trip.

Time seemed to pass slowly as Shane continued to regale Serenity and the crew about her latest exploits, most of which they had already heard before. When she was done with her sushi rolls, Serenity jumped off the stool and Eslee, a dog she and Willem were babysitting for Damen and Mairi Leventis while they toured the kingdom’s capital, immediately rushed to her.

Smiling, she bent down to scratch the dog’s head affectionately.

Shane’s lip curled. “That’s such a hideously—”

“Shane!” She covered the dog’s ears protectively. “That’s not nice.”

“But it’s true, and you know it.” As Shane spoke, Willem appeared at the doorway, and the billionaire’s lips curved at the way his fiancée’s blue eyes lit up at the sight of him.
I love you,
those beautiful eyes said even as she spoke in a perfectly polite tone. “Good afternoon, Mr. Konigh.”
 

He smiled even as he said, “Willem.”

“Sir.”

In her desire to see Willem, Shane turned around on her stool, so fast that she almost fell off it. As the crew unsuccessfully tried to keep their laughter back, Shane fumed and climbed off the stool, saying angrily, “Serenity, your kitchen furniture is atrocious! In my fiancé’s palace, everything’s new.” When her sister didn’t answer, she turned to Serenity, and that was when she saw the billionaire was keeping the younger girl’s mouth rather busy with his kiss.

She turned red, jealous and furious at the same time. It was the one thing she knew she could never compete with. There was only one Willem de Konigh in the world, and her fiancé, with his wrinkly sixty-year-old body and small, limp dick, only made the Dutch billionaire appear even more attractive in Shane’s eyes.

She was about to say something flirtatious when a guard appeared at the doorway and, after bowing to everyone, proceeded to give the billionaire an expensive-looking but unlabeled package.

Her curiosity piqued, she asked, “What’s that?”

“Just a special gourmet treat from France.” The billionaire’s tone was casual.

Shane watched Willem open the pack and, after taking out a porcelain bowl from one of the frosted glass cupboards, poured its contents in it. They appeared like heart-shaped cookies, and before she could stop herself, Shane bragged, “Oh, now I know what it is. I’ve definitely had them, too.”
 

Serenity’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

The billionaire’s skeptical tone irked Shane to no end, but she managed to keep her smile sexy and playful as she said, “Of course I have. My fiancé and I never fail to try the newest delicacies in every country we visit, and we’ve been around the world thrice, as you know.”

“Yesterday, it was just twice,” one of the cameramen muttered under his breath, but he snapped his mouth shut when Shane, having heard him, swung around to glare in his direction.

Shane took a deep breath before facing the billionaire again. “Now, where was I?” She sidled close, and the aroused tips of her breasts, prickling against the silk of her dress, brushed against his arm.

Serenity scowled, and she was about to tell her sister off when she heard Shane breathe huskily, “Oh, now I remember.” Shane pulled the bowl of treats towards her. “I’ve definitely had these, and I loved them.”

“Are you sure?”

“How about you feed me one and I’ll tell you if I’m right?”

The billionaire’s lips curved. “As you wish.” He picked one heart-shaped treat from the bowl.

Serenity’s jaw dropped. “Shane—”

Not wanting to let Serenity stop her from being fed, Shane bent her head to quickly take the cookie into her mouth, making sure to suck on the billionaire’s finger as she did. She chewed slowly, pretending to savor every bite and wanting the billionaire to remember the times she had eaten his cock.

The billionaire stared at her, fascinated, and Shane smiled in satisfaction.
Finally.
She had known the time would come that he would get tired of her sister. She turned to Serenity and just as expected, Serenity had a look of dismay on her face.

Serenity appeared at a loss on what to say. “Shane…”

“What is it, sister dear?” she asked sweetly.

She said weakly, “Those treats were for Eslee.”

Shane stopped chewing.

The cameramen and the guards who had heard everything that was going on burst into laughter.

The billionaire suddenly filled her vision, and Shane paled at the look of contempt in his eyes. “I know every goddamn thing you did to my future wife.” His voice was dangerously soft, fit only for Shane to hear. “
Every goddamn thing.”

She started to choke in sheer terror, but when she was about to throw up everything, the billionaire said simply, “No.”

Shane froze.

“You know I have the power to ruin your life. You know I can tell your oil sheikh things about you that would scandalize his family, so much that he would not just dump you but probably sue you in his royal court and have you executed.”

“I can do that, and you know it. Nod like a good little dog if you understand me.”

And suddenly, she remembered the last time Serenity had been in Melanie’s home, the way she had laughingly taunted her sister and tried to treat her like a dog.

She looked into the billionaire’s eyes, and Shane knew that Willem knew about that moment, too. He knew and he wanted to kill her for it, was only waiting for her to give him a reason to pull the trigger.

Tears stinging her eyes, Shane forced herself to swallow everything back. Her stomach revolted, but she forced herself to swallow everything down.

“Perhaps another one?” The billionaire’s voice was pleasant. “Just to show that it’s all fun between us?” This time, he allowed himself to be heard.

Shane blindly took another treat from the bowl and popped it into her mouth.

The billionaire reached for her—

Shane flinched.

But he only touched the top of her head. “Good girl.” He ruffled her hair, like a good little dog.
 

****

They walked hand in hand towards the ballroom, where the cast and crew had already adjourned, together with the Queen and other members of the royal family. Serenity was reciting to him his schedule for tomorrow, her voice serene and calm, but he knew without her saying a word that something was wrong.

It wasn’t because she was acting like his PA still. She had done that from the very start, even when they had just gotten back together.
Just because she was his fiancée
, Serenity had told him primly, didn’t mean she no longer had to be professional at work.

So, no, Serenity acting like the blonde robot that her friend Willow occasionally teased her as did not bother him. It was, instead, the way she couldn’t seem to meet his gaze, and when she paused for breath, he asked quietly, “What’s wrong?”

She fell silent.

He waited.

She said in a small voice, “You were terrifying a while back.”

“Naturally.” The Dutch billionaire’s voice was easy. “I wanted the lesson to stick, and I was…” He paused. “I was
quite
angry.”

“A total understatement,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Like I always tell you, one does not have to be rude when furious.” He surprised her by stopping and pulling her close to him, he tipped her chin up, asking, “Did I frighten you then?”

“Just a bit,” she confessed. “You’re always civilized—” She suddenly blushed.

He was enthralled. “What is it?”

“I was thinking you’re almost always civilized, except when we’re in bed,” she admitted shyly.

He had to kiss her hard for that, and by the time they joined the rest in the ballroom, Serenity’s cheeks were red and her lips were bruised. He pulled out a chair for her, and when she was seated, he claimed his place next to her. To keep the atmosphere intimate, tables for three had been set up for the party, and joining them was Jaak, Willem’s rakish younger brother.

His eyes gleaming wickedly, Jaak leaned towards Willem and murmured, “I’m impressed, brother.”