Mr. CEO's Revenge Wife

TWO YEARS AGO

GINERVA'S POV

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing through the earphones in my ears and I frowned at the interruption from my painting. The oil painting I was currently working on required a lot of concentration to ensure that it turned out great. 

Checking the caller ID, I realized it was my best friend, Lydia James, on the line. "Lydia, what's up?" I queried, tucking my phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Ginny, darling, how is today going?" She asked in a singsong voice.

"What do you want this time?" I asked without fanfare.

Lydia and I had been friends since our first day at college. Her current boyfriend had started out trying to date me, but I wasn't into him. She hated my guts for that, now, the three of us are close friends.

"I'm hurt. Why would you think that I'd only call you up so early for a favor?" 

"I know you that well already, Lydia. So, what's it? Why did you call me so early at 7:00 am, totally interrupting my painting session?" I snapped.

"Alright, I'll get right into it, I can tell you must be busy. Well, I need you to fill in for someone tonight."

"Not again, Lydia. I already told you that last time was going to be the last. I need to finish this portrait before the end of this week. There's only a few days left, I am not available for any favors right now," I replied, doing some faint details on the side of the painting.

"Pretty please, Ginny. This is the only way to get this show done. Would you like to see me ruined and embarrassed this weekend in front of everyone?"

"Of course not, why would I?"

"Then you have to help me out. I don't know what else I can do now. My main model bailed on me without any warning. Right now, it's impossible to get someone else to fill in for her before tonight. I just need you to show up. I already have your measurements, so there's no need for showing up for fitting."

"I am no model, Lydia. I will probably be too fat for the dress, a lot of work will have to be done," I joked.

"Oh please, I wish I had such an attractive bosom and behind like you. Don't worry, I will perform the magic, you just have to bring your beautiful face and figure. I will leave you now, see you tonight. I love you," Lydia said, hanging up.

I laughed at her antics, she knew I could never say no to her. Lydia was an upcoming fashion designer, so tonight's fashion show, organized by Masterson Bank was her best shot at getting discovered.

My father worked as an accountant there, he had invited me, claiming that he was surely going to be promoted to become the manager of the bank. I didn't really care as much as I would have before.

Recently, Dad had been pretty distant and secretive. Mum had died after suffering a terrible epileptic seizure several years back, it had been a rough time for us both, I had assumed it would have driven us far apart. It had been the total opposite, though.

Dad had been the mother I had lost during that period, we bonded really well and things had been great between us until two months ago. I wasn't sure what exactly was the issue, but he was always acting weird most of the time when we were alone.

I continued with my painting until I heard my stomach growl. Checking my wristwatch, I gasped at how much time had swept by while I was painting. I had little over an hour to get to Lydia's workshop. Each time I painted, it was like I was transformed into another realm.

I looked into the mirror in my bedroom, I looked like a mess. My aquamarine eyes looked tired, due to the endless hours I had been spending on painting. My long black hair was packed roughly in a loose bun. It was the feature which made my Italian genes obvious, asides my slight accent of course.

I had gotten my mother's facial features, which led to most people hitting on me all the time. Mum had green eyes and long brown hair while I had inherited Dad's eyes and hair color. 

I sighed looking at my figure in the mirror. No matter what I ate or how often I skipped meals, my boobs, hips and backside had other plans for me. They refused to be dainty like Mum's had been. 

Having moved from Italy when Mum died, adjusting to life in New York City had been a horror for me when while in high school, I was the first one in my class to start developing curves, that too at a rapid rate. If only I had grown equally in height, I would have loved that, but then, I only managed to get to 5ft 4inches.

Forcing myself out of my usual self-criticism, I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. As soon as I was done, I threw on a fresh pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt.

Not bothering to do anything in particular to enhance my appearance, I wore some sandals and packed my hair up in a messy bun. Once I was done, I left the apartment with my tote bag, containing my daily necessities.

My phone rang inside of my bag, just when I was about to hail a taxi. I fiddled with the bag, trying to get out my phone until suddenly a shiny black car hit the brakes in front of me.

I had totally forgotten that I was on the road, the car could have hit me. I bent my head, apologizing for my careless behavior.

As the car drove past me, I couldn't help but notice its opulence and most importantly, the man riding in the backseat. He locked eyes with me and I could have sworn that he was indeed the most handsome man I had ever seen in my entire life.

I almost smiled, it seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. The man's face suddenly contorted into a frown of displeasure as he broke eye contact and then the car sped past me.

"Stupid rich jerk!" I yelled after him, even though he couldn't hear the insults.

All the way down to Lydia's workshop, I kept thinking about the condescending behavior the man had put up. The more I did, the more I got annoyed. 

"Ginny darling, come on in," Lydia said as soon as she saw my face on the screen outside her house.

I walked into Lydia's fancy apartment/workshop still frowning. I wasn't sure why that man's actions annoyed me so much.

"What is it? Are you that displeased to model for me tonight?" She queried, unzipping a beautiful red dress from the mannequin in the living room.

Lydia was a beautiful, tall and leggy platinum blonde with a lot of ambition. She modeled herself, but had more passion for designing and hence had stuck to the latter. Having been raised by a single, struggling mother, financial freedom was Lydia's aim in life. Her dream was to buy her mother a mansion and change their poor status.

David Martins, their other friend and Lydia's boyfriend was wealthy, from a multimillion dollar conglomerate. His status had changed Lydia's life a bit, but she wanted to achieve bigger things on her own, hence her reason for forcing me to model for her.

"No, of course not Lydia. I just ran into an annoying rich snub. That is a beautiful dress, but a bit too daring, don't you think?" I queried, taking off my T-shirt and jeans to put on the dress.

"It isn't too bold, it will be perfect for you. Come on, tell me about this rich snub," Lydia replied.

The dress was a deep red color with a plunging neckline which revealed the glorious tops of my ample breasts. 

It had a thigh high slit, from the waist to the hip area, it clung to my curves. I turned around gasping at how it was also backless.

"This is too revealing, you know how I feel about these kinds of clothes," I told Lydia.

"Oh come on, Ginny. It doesn't mean anything, this is so fashionable. I can't believe I was able to adjust it to your size so perfectly. You look so hot in it, you have to wear it, I can't replace you now, there is only about two hours until the event starts. Please do this for your bestie. I promise I will pay you for this," Lydia said with puppy eyes.

"Okay fine, I will model with the dress. It's not like I have any choice. I just hope I won't have to meet some stupid ri

ch jerks like the man from earlier today," I said, remembering the man's handsome face.