All Chapters of Hired Bride of the Lycan Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Y A N AMy whole body tenses as the two men face each other. I slink to the side like a puppy, looking up at both of them and trying to figure out how I can intercept before things get nasty.But overall, I can’t get over how Mikhail is acting.Is he just trying to act jealous? Is this a show of some sort? Because if that is true, then I would say he’s doing a fantastic job.He’s still staring at Brody like he’s out for blood, and for some reason this makes my heart skip a beat. I wedge myself in between them and try to get his attention, but he’s still waiting for an answer.I turn to Brody instead, but he also ignores me.“You really are the CEO, aren’t you?” he asks Mikhail easily. “Wait, don’t say your name. I can guess it in one go. . . .”Mikhail flashes him a smile, but it’s so full of venom he might as well just scowl and attack. “Do you now?”“I do.” Brody glances at me excitedly. “You’re Mikhail Sartori.”“There we go, big boy.” Mikhail’s expression is as stiff as ever. “Now

Y A N A“Hey!” I call out to the woman, pushing the cart away and scrambling to follow her. “Hey, come back!”The woman vanishes before I can even get to her, and a sinking feeling envelopes my body. I feel like everything is raining down on me, and I find it hard to breathe.“What happened?” Brody asks from behind me. “Who was that?”“I don’t know,” I say. My heart is still thudding in my chest and all sorts of bad thoughts are running through my head. All I can think about was if someone posts that, or if it goes viral in a way. “How about we just split our stuff so I can go ahead?”Before Brody can react, I’m already reaching for a basket for his stuff and transfer them myself. As soon as I’m done, I push my cart to the register and get everything checked out.By the time I get in my car, I’m already winded beyond words. For some reason, I want to scream and hunt down the woman who took a picture.But what if I’m just overthinking things?What if that woman was actually taking a pi

M I K H A I L“Wife?” I echo, not sure if I heard what Evan said correctly. “Brody is married?”“According to the records of Washington state, yes he is,” Evan says dryly. “He kept that deliberately hidden. He didn’t want anyone to know, and it’s because his whole operation is to get to scam women into giving him money. He does that by roping them into relationships, and so far it worked with a lot of people.”“And how did you know all of this?”“Because I talked to Sarah.” Evan looks at me. “She’s willing to talk to you too.”With that, we both come to the entrance of the house. There’s already a woman waiting there for us. Or for me, I suppose. She stands aside to let us in, and immediately I get speechless by what I just see.The house is not only dilapidated on the inside, but it’s also a mess. To add to the horror of it all, there’s also three small children running around, chasing each other and creating more mess.Evan expertly sidesteps the toys, making it obvious that he’s be

Y A N AI stagger back into the shop as Mikhail came rumbling inside, his arms wrapped around me.At first, the sheer shock of seeing him here is what roots me to my spot, unable to move or speak. I blink a couple of times, wondering if it's all real but when his scent invades my nose and his warmth spreads all over my body, that's when it finally registers that he's here. And he's holding me like I'm the most precious thing in this world that he needs to protect.Something about that made something in me click. I don't know what exactly, but when he buries his face into my neck and sighs deeply like he's relieved . . . this flicker of wonder just explodes in my chest and spreads all over me.For the past couple of days, I've been suppressing all the bad feelings. I've brushed off the allegations, when in fact they really hurt me even though I'm not in a real relationship. I've just lived with the guilt of knowing that I put him through all of that just because I was too stubborn to li

Y A N ATime stands still as Mikhail pulls me closer to him, our lips pressed together. He sways me in time with the music, not breaking contact, holding me softly as though I’m the most fragile thing in the world.There’s something awfully romantic about it. Not just the kiss and the music and the dancing, but doing it in front of everyone. It seems like protection, like he’s trying to shield me from everything negative that happened so far.I know that it’s not real. I know that it’s all just for show. But it just makes my heart sing.His lips move against mine tenderly, teasing out flutters in my belly that I never felt before. I inhale, and he takes the chance to deepen the kiss and pry my lips open with his, sliding his tongue in my mouth.For some reason, I find myself meeting it with my own.I know people are looking at us, but at that moment it just seems that we’re alone. This is the only time when I understood that expression, that feeling of being enclosed in a space even w