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Ninety
Vincent’s message snaps the little restrain I have on my temper. I don’t bother with a reply. Holding his gaze, I place my phone face down so he knows not to send another text. The wanker thinks we are best friends now. Not in this life. I only brought Brianna here. I don’t give a rat ass what he wants to tell me.
“Brandon,” he says when my gaze redirects to Brianna. I help her up and my arm slides down her back. He palms his glass of water, his food untouched. No idea why he ordered it. “Please. It’s important.”
Brianna tugs on my sleeve, I believe that’s the main reason I pause. I sigh. “What is it, Vincent?”
His jittery gaze scrolls over Brianna’s face, he picks his phone and mine pings again. I stare out the window. I can walk out right now and nothing will happen. Brianna groans. I finally pick my phone.
Vincent: I’ll only be a minute. It’s important and we need
maramarthaAt one point when proofreading this chapter, I had to ask myself, “What in God’s holy name did you write?” What are your theories?
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Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Ninety-one
Brianna insists on using her Rollator to get inside the house. It relieves me because the last thing I need is any form of body contact. Numb, I help her to her room and rush past El but barely get past the twins.“Daddy,” they scream and jump on me, forcing me to stop.El stares at me worriedly but I don’t offer her an explanation. I barely remember hugging and kissing my babies, everything is a blur as El ushers them away.I jog up the stairs to my room and stop in front of the wardrobe. A second, two second, I’m not sure how many seconds pass. Vincent’s confession plays in my head like a broken record and my breath hitches.Oh, God.I grip the door of the wardrobe.I didn’t do it.His words soak my being. It can’t be. The death certificate stated the accident as the cause of death. My hands run through my hair, I should have put my fingers in his mouth th
Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Ninety-two
“I’m sorry I ruined us,” I say instead. El smiles, a half-smile that lifts only a corner of her lips. “You didn’t do it alone. I broke my promise to you.” Retracting her hand to hide them inside her—my shirt, she adds, “Do you want to talk about it?” “No. I want to talk about us,” I reply. I shift towards her, she inches away from me until her side hits the headboard. I grin evilly, she pouts and hugs herself, batting her lashes like a puppy. “You’re too cute, El.” Dragging her to my laps, her squirming ends when I trail a finger on her inner thigh. El sucks in a breath, her gaze lowers to my lips and everything slows to a stop as we wait for the first person to make a move. Desire blankets her eyes, same as it does mine. I don’t make a move, neither does she. “I want to fix this, Elna.” Her silence spurs me on. “I can fix this.” Her lips part, she remains speechless. “I am not taking no for an answer.” Her lips t
Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Ninety-three
Once the door to Brianna’s rehab centre closes, I change gears and start for Sophia’s clinic. El asked me to wait but I can’t keep still. I need answers lest I do something crazy. I send Sophia a text to hurry out. Moments later, she walks out of the back door and slides into the passenger seat. We sit in silence until her fingers drumming on the dashboard breaks the quietude. Sophia cocks her head so she can size me up. “It’s possible but I won’t advise it,” she says in response to the text I sent before coming. My nails dig into my knees. “Why not?” This is the last thing I will do behind my family. After this, I can move on with my life knowing I didn’t kill Brendan. Sophia is aware I am thinking of exhuming somebody, she just doesn’t know who. Well, I didn’t tell her but I believe she must have figured it out. The timeframe must have given me away. “Eleven years is a long time.” It is. A lot can happen durin
Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Ninety-four
El will be mad. I know it. I feel it in my bones as I tiptoe up the stairs. The house is quiet, everyone has gone to bed. It was a long drive, the traffic made it worse. I open the door to our bedroom and pause. It’s empty. No fucking way am I sleeping alone. I want to cuddle. Until last night, I had never been spooned from behind. I like it very much. I spin on my heels and cross over to her room. It’s locked. I knock. I get no response at first, then the shuffling of someone behind the door and the handle finally twists open. El yawns. She stands in the way so I can’t get in or even hug her. I pout. I want my wife. “Baby.” She slaps my hands. “I’m not your baby.” Laughter trickles out of my lips. She’s cute with her bonnet and scowl. I rest one hand on the door while the other tries to draw her in for a hug. She slaps my chest, once, twice till she’s raining punches on me. “I told you not to go anywhere and you le
Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Ninety-five
“Baby.”A smile curves my lips. I roll to the side without opening my eyes to reach for my wife.“Good morning, baby,” I mumble through the haze in my head, giving up on the search for El.I wait for the kisses, the hugs, her warm body pressing to mine but nothing happens. I touch something soft, one eye opens and I sit up once I see the twins. Her side of the bed is still warm but El is missing.Someone said baby. I’m sure of that. Squinting at them, I ask, “What did you call me?”“Baby,” Wyn answers.She is sporting the same gown as Bren. It has been months since they matched outfits and my heart warms at the sight. I inch closer to pull them in for a hug, they break away from it fast with a frown.Bren sits on one side of me, Wyn takes the other side. I am blessed among girls. “Why does Mummy call you baby?” Bren looks so serious asking
Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Ninety-six
We are in our cocoon of happiness when El says, “I like you, Brandon.” She brings my hand to her chest and I touch my forehead to hers. We still need to talk about the diary, Brianna’s future. “I really do.” “Love,” I correct. “You love me, El.” “I love you, Brandon.” Her eyes close, she breathes me in. I feel like an ass for ruining the moment but we cannot truly move forward if she doesn’t know the truth. I fear she will reject Brianna. But I shouldn’t be scared. This is El. “I owe you an apology too,” I say. My fingers run through her hair and she hums in approval. El wraps herself around me, hides her face in my chest. My jaw rests on her head, the position lends me strength I didn’t know I needed and my shoulders fall in relief. This shouldn’t be hard to talk about. “For what?” “For what I said. You were not the reason my life was falling apart at that point.” It was as a result of my mistakes. If I didn’
Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Ninety-seven
“So Vincent gave you this?” El holds up the worn-out diary. I nod. She stares at it in shock. “Wow.”“He wanted to see Brianna,” I explain.“Because he’s her uncle,” she finishes for me. “I cannot believe this.” Neither did I at first.She flips a few more pages and raises her head. “He has seen Brianna, right?” Another nod. Her curiosity is cute as she devours the content of Nicole’s diary, something I have not been able to bring myself to do. I know the most important bit already. “Do you need to seek his permission before adopting her?” “Dunno.” But I will most likely not be doing that. El adjusts her legs on my lap and pushes herself up the pillow with one elbow. I don’t know why I’m reluctant to tell her the truth of his death. “Are you done?”She raises the diary and shrieks. “Done?
Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Ninety-eight
Our first stop is Joshua’s house. El presses the horn so hard I have to plug my fingers in my ears. She’s one wild woman. My wild woman. The front door of Joshua’s house flies open. He doesn’t look happy.Why is he at home anyways?Joshua storms to our car. “What the fuck, El?”She opens the door for him. “Get in.”Joshua sends me a careful look. We don’t get to meet bossy El often. We don’t know how to handle her. Joshua slides into the backseat without a word, he fixes me a stern frown through the rearview mirror. I shrug. I have no idea what’s going on yet except for our location. Yeah, she is driving us home.We resume the drive, at intervals, El’s eyes dart to the GPS. I should be driving but the stubborn woman won’t let me. Joshua’s eyes bore holes into the back of my head but I’m uninterested in putting him out of his misery. He didn&r
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