All Chapters of The Billionaire Heir (The Van Dyke Sisters 2): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Friday . . . Derek opened the penthouse door to Whitney Bartholomew. There wasn’t a gray or white hair in her brown hair that flowed straight down her back. She wore a skin tight, black body suit that showed every curve she had. She had a long leopard print shawl that hung on the crooks of her arms. “Derek, darling,” she said with a smile. She kissed him on both cheeks. Derek kissed her on one cheek. “How are you, gorgeous?” “Wonderful,” she said as he let her in the penthouse. She looked around as he closed the door and locked it. “This place looks like a bachelor pad. Your new bride hasn’t had a chance to redecorate, yet?” Derek was taken aback. “You heard I got married all the way in London?” “I still read New York blogs and the Times online, darling boy.”“Ah. My wife hasn’t been here since we got engaged. And she has her own house. I bought it for her as a wedding gift.”Ever since Derek and Chels

As dangerous as it was, Chelsea had left Constance’s car key on the windshield of the Bentley. She was too humiliated to face her sisters right now. She had run down the street and jumped on the first city bus that was pulled over to the side. The bus went through a neighborhood an old dear friend lived in. So, she hopped off. When she went to the apartment complex to visit said friend, she was told he didn’t live there anymore. Luckily, his former roommate had given her the new address. Chelsea wasn’t sure how long she had been waiting out in the cold breeze of October outside of the townhouse. All she knew was she was cold and it was dark when he had finally showed up. George Nelson walked up the steps of the townhouse carrying a brown backpack over his shoulder. “Chelsea?” “Georgie,” she croaked. “What are you doing here, honey?” he asked with concern as he took the last step. Chelsea opened her mou

Chelsea had finally called a locksmith who answered the phone. Granted, it was Saturday, but the mini ads in the yellow pages had said they worked twenty-four hours, seven days a week. The locksmith she had called said he’d meet her at the Hilltop House at one p.m. tomorrow to change the locks. Then she called Chastity on the estate landline. She couldn’t remember Chastity’s cell number. They had a landline at the estate since Constance was born – even before that probably. “I’m glad you called. How are you?” Chastity asked. “Fine, considering. George is taking good care of me.” “Well, I knew he would. That’s why haven’t been worried. But you should know. Numb nuts called your cell Friday night. Then he came here today demanding to see you. He didn’t believe Jerome when he had told him you weren’t here. Thankfully, I had the foresight to instruct Jerome to come get me if Derek showed up and not Mother or Father.“He’s actual

As promised, Chastity had come to Hilltop House – along with two unexpected guests. Constance came with her along with their sixteen-year-old second cousin, Adam. Adam and his parents had flown in this afternoon for an unexpected visit. Constance and Chastity had tried to keep Adam from coming over, but they couldn’t protest too much in risk of raising suspicion that something was wrong. They had no choice but to let him tag along. Chelsea didn’t mind really. She always liked the kid and he was a good distraction from her current problems. His father was a blood Van Dyke. Adam’s father was the son of Chelsea’s father’s brother. The brother has been in a home with dementia for four years. Constance had drove Chastity and Adam to Hilltop. She had said Steven didn’t seem to mind. Chelsea and Adam were in the in-the-making game room. Derek had wanted a game room and he had started buying items for it. When he was installing the Xbox, Chelsea had said. “

The next day . . . Derek woke with a slight headache. He took a long hot shower, popped two aspirin, got dressed in a purple dress shirt and black slacks and headed downstairs. He walked to the dining room. He could smell food. He was starving. He entered the room to see his mother, sister, and father who sat at the head of the table. “I didn’t know you were coming over,” Deidre said. “I came over last night. I slept here,” Derek said and sat down next to her. When he had lived with his parents, he sat to the right of his father and then it was Deidre. But since he had moved out ages ago, Deidre had taken that spot. Breakfast was laid out on the table in stainless steel chafing dishes. Small flame burners underneath the chafing dishes kept the food warm. His mother rang the little silver bell that was next to her. Within seconds, the butler entered the room. “Yes, ma’am.” He wore a black s