All Chapters of The Billionaire's Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

So, where's he taking you today?" Casey asked, her eyes catching Trinity's in the mirror who was busy munching on a bag of chips while Casey put on her usual winged eyeliner with painfully careful precision.Trinity took her time chewing as she watched Casey put the eyeliner back in its place. It was only once she'd turned around to look at Trinity did she speak up. "He said that he was going to take me shopping for a few gowns." Casey raised a brow at her friend. "And you agreed without putting up a fight?" She asked, narrowing her eyes skeptically. If there was anything she knew about her friend, it was that Trinity would much rather dig herself a hole and spend the rest of her life in it before she let anyone spend money on her. "Well, not really." She muttered, frowning slightly as she recalled the argument they'd had over Dmitri buying her clothes, expensive designer clothes at that. "You'll h

"Wh-what?" Trinity stuttered out, too shocked to do anything else."You're moving in with-" Dmitri started again."I heard that." She quickly cut him off. "I mean- what I mean to say- I can't just-" Not being able to form a coherent reply, she squeezed her eyes shut, groaning as she did so.Shaking her head to herself to ward off the shock, she finally settled with, "Don't you think we're going a bit too fast?" "Nah, I think its fine. Besides, the sooner we're done with this, the better." He explained."Oh. Alright then." Trinity nodded in agreement, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was going to be living with him from now on."I don't have much with me other than my clothes, books and a few other things." She told him after a while. "So it's not gonna take much time for me to pack everything up." She added. Dmitri hummed his agreement. "

Approximately forty five minutes later, Trinity was done save for the box of books which she hadn't found a suitable enough place to keep yet. She walked out of the room and towards where she hoped the kitchen was, intent on asking Dmitri where to keep her books.  Ultimately, she had no trouble finding where the kitchen was in his massive apartment for the smell of something spicy and delicious cooking lead her right to it.  As she stepped into the kitchen, she'd be lying if she said that the sight of her soon to be fake husband with an apron tied around his waist as he quietly hummed to whatever song was playing softly somewhere in the speakers around there, plating something, didn't make her stomach flip in the best way possible. Trinity took a moment to appreciate the way his shirt fit perfectly over his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing as he moved with ease in his large kitchen. The place was every chef

Even though it was Trinity's first public appearance, Dmitri was the one who seemed more nervous, which showed in the way he kept rubbing his neck every so often and pacing the living space as he waited for Trinity to emerge out of her room. They'd had breakfast together this morning and he'd been all but floored as he'd looked at Trinity when she'd come into the kitchen and noticed what he'd failed to see last night in the dim lighting of the room. The woman had looked almost ethereal as she had walked in, taking her usual seat at the kitchen island. There wasn't anything strikingly different about her appearance, but at the same time, nothing was the same. Her hair somehow looked more voluminous and shinier than it had before, and Dmitri had the strangest urge to jump forward and rub it between his fingers to see if it felt as soft as it looked. Her face, though freshly washed, seemed to glow in the bright morning light, a sight so enr

 Trinity took in the long winding driveway lined by beautiful lush lawns which seemed to go on forever and the giant mansion which loomed over them with wide eyes.  While she'd expected his family home to be nothing less than amazing, nothing she could've imagined would've done justice to the sheer beauty of the place. "It's beautiful," she blurted out almost automatically as she got out of the car once it rolled to a stop in front of the large double oak doors. "It is," Dmitri agreed, coming to her side and taking her hand in it, kissing the back of it almost reverently as he did so.  Trinity's skin tingled like it did each time when he touched her and for a moment she forgot all about where she was and why as he looked down at her with something akin to adoration in his eyes.  He lightly tucked a strand of her blond tresses which she'd decided to lea