All Chapters of Arrangement With Mr Halloway: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sebastian Halloway Men either wanted to be him or see him dead. Whichever came first. Women wanted to wife him, bed him, claim him. Sebastian Halloway was an enigma, a riddle wrapped in temptation. A delicious mystery that everyone craved but no one could solve. By twenty, he had amassed a fortune that rivaled the wealthiest titans of industry. And the only thing that matched his riches was his body—sculpted, revered, and splashed across magazines from New Zealand to England. No one knew if he had a child. No one knew if he was married. No one knew if he even had parents. And most preferred it that way. *** Elena "They’re disgusting, the lot of them." The woman beside me sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. She looked like she had just stepped off the set of a movie about mean girls who never grew up. She turned to me, arching an impeccably shaped brow. "Don’t you agree?" I glanced at the homemade cupcakes I had brought, realizing they weren’t going to win any awards.

Elena.He smelled like coffee, mixed with cinnamon. Ash. The woods outside. Oud. I froze in place, partly because I could easily die here, but mostly because I had left the kids alone.I was such a terrible nanny."I won't ask you again, so you better answer fast," He spoke like a cat, soft, slow, and purring each word. "Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing in this particular room in this estate."My fingers dug into the hand that was draped across my body, my head grew a bit fuzzy and it seemed like I couldn't think of who I was anymore.He held unto my neck, a little too tightly for my liking. At the point of the attack, I had not even registered the fact that he had a literal knife tip pointed at my back. He could kill me if he so desired."I am Elena, I am the nanny for Jaden Halloway,"The chuckle was not what I expected as the response. The chuckle and digging the knife a bit harder, almost enough to break skin."Who are you? Sebastian hired a nanny? Do you real

Elena.Sebastián's wing, at the other end of the property, was empty. There was nothing hanging on the walls. There was nothing next to it. His office wasn't much better, just a stupid brown desk and some chairs next to it.He felt like he had no personality at all.Well, he was a jerk, so I assumed it was some kind of personality.The children were still in the other wing, safe behind doors that were closed. I had no idea if Ryan was still on the property and if he would make a move against Charlotte or Jaden just to spite me.Luck wasn't something that was always on my side, but finding the office door open seemed to be the only good thing that had happened to me since I arrived at the farm.qSebastian's personality seemed to be reflected in his office. The room had been painted a rich, deep coffee brown to match the mahogany desk in the centre of the room. There was a plush sofa next to it filled with pillows of different sizes.Did Sebastian sleep in his office? Different pens an

Elena."Fuck this," I muttered to myself as I watched Jaden and Charlotte taking lessons from the barely there teenager, who Sebastian forbade from giving me any information about himself. The shiny glint of glass beckoned me as picked up the extra wine glass. Just in case I was interested in having a drink with him."I don't like this," I thought, watching Jaden speak to his tutor. I had developed some mouth-reading skills that were amateur at best. I watched him drop the book the tutor had given to him on the table.He crossed his arms together, his childlike lips pursed in a stubborn pout. Charlotte, on the other hand, picked up the book and placed it gently on the table.She had become even more careful after the accident yesterday. I didn't even look around for anyone watching, quickly unscrewed the cap of the bottle of vodka, and chugged down the nasty thing. The liquid burned as it raced down my throat, and I forced down the cough so I could bear it.I needed this if I was

Sebastian.I tried to remain anonymous for the time being. When people found out the leader of a certain group was twenty and inexperienced, in their thwarted opinion, they considered the person a dummy.I clenched my fist so tightly my knuckles turned white as I stood outside the door to their family home. My palms were clenched into fists at my side.I knew the Walters like the back of my hands. They were probably already seated together, hands clamped together while they watched me fidget on their home monitor. Maybe the mom, the bastard of a woman, was trying her best to convince her daughter what a great match this certainly was going to be.I had always hated the idea of arranged marriages, and now one was being forced on me against my will, just so I could keep my group.I wondered what else they would use to convince her. Giving that they didn't want her to know what was actually going on in our world.I took a deep breath to steady myself before I knocked on the door. Once. T