LOGIN11. AN ERRATIC SHOPPING SPREE AND AN INTENSE MAKEOVERAra's POVAfter figurately dotting our is and crossing or ts, I went back home to Tricia and my baby. This improved plan that I had required a wardrobe. I needed new clothes and fast. It also meant that my plan was shifted. I would have to move to Fabian's house a bit later than I wanted to."You need the two of us to go shopping?" Tricia asked. It was Sunday, and normally I assume she will be getting ready for work on Monday, but knowing Tricia, she would never say no to shopping. She loved clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry, makeup, and accessories. She would dress casually to school or on a normal day, but she was always ready to do something extra when needed. She always had a dinner gown on the ground; she always had the right ear rings and makeup kit ready to dazzle. She would jump at the chance to go shopping with me."I do. For this plan to work, I need to be a whole new person. I need to change my hair and my fashion sense to f
10.A WELL THOUGHT OUT PLANAra's POV"We have spoken about this before, but it's best that we go over it again and make sure that there are no loopholes; the last thing we want is for the plan to fail and Fabian to find out what we are doing," Quincy said. I agreed, so I nodded at that."So we need to keep the baby—I mean, William—away from him," he continued. I knew I had to do that; it was a basic part of the plan. It was also going to be very difficult to not have any contact with my son for God knows how long."I already have that part of the plan covered; William will be staying with my friend Tricia and her boyfriend Stanley for the main time. They don't really run in the same circles with Fabian, and Tricia is a childcare worker; seeing her with a child will not be unusual. Tricia is also my friend, so me visiting her will not be unusual either," I said. I planned to visit Tricia and William as much as I could the minute I got into the Lewis household. I already know it's going
9. A BROTHERAra's POVThe inside of the house looked like someone at least tried to clean it. In a rushed way, like a child who rushed to put all his toys together because his father just arrived home, just to show his father that he was serious, but the father could still very well see the stack of toys under the table. I felt so angry as I saw the house, so angry that it took me a little while to see the man that was standing at the door in front of me, my brother.Quincy looked like he was kidnapped by a human trafficking ring, had been living in poverty and with abuse for the past few years, and just managed to make it out of his hellhole. The beard was the first thing I noticed. He was sporting a beard, a very full and long one; it wasn't even relatively well kept. His clothes looked like they hadn't seen a washing machine in years, and his eyes looked glazed. He had lost so much weight that I forgot all the anger that I felt and worry that hit me for him.What the hell happened
8. A CHILDHOOD HOMEAra's POVI called Quincy that morning, telling him that I was on the way to his house. Quincy, in his typical fashion, was angry that I didn't call him the minute I landed."How are we going to even start this mission if you can't keep me aware of goings and comings? What if Fabian saw you and the kid? That would have been a disaster." The fact that Quincy kept referring to my baby as the kid kept grating on my nerves. I had to try to keep myself calm so I didn't scream at him over the phone. That will not be a great start to this partnership."Aren't you supposed to be the one calling me? And my child has a name. His name is William. I sent you my flight ticket; I told you when I was coming. You didn't care to ask to pick me up. Now you are blaming me?" I had no idea how I managed to survive being a child with Quincy. He must have driven me mad when we were growing up together. But I was immune to it then. Now that I knew life without Quincy, I didn't want to go
7. A BEST FRIENDAra's POVI was so close to losing my mind when we finally landed in New York. I was home. The flight was hell. William, being the sweet child that he is, was quiet and calm at the beginning of the flight, but as time went on, William wanted out of the plane and didn't really understand that we were on air and he couldn't go out and play. I knew that my son wasn't a fan of closed spaces, but I figured that the plane was big enough; I figured he would be a little cranky, but it seemed like his fear of closed places was worse than I could have imagined. I was just so grateful that we both managed to survive it. We made it out of the plane in one piece and we were home.I came to New York for revenge, but I also knew that I would stay after it was all over. Australia wasn't for me anymore. I was not going to run anymore because of Fabian. I was in my city, even if he tried to run me out of it, and I would meet him in a few minutes.I felt a little anxious now that I thou
6. A PLAN FOR REVENGEARAThe call with Tricia made everything all the more real for me; it was very clear now that I would travel back home to New York, take my son to my best friend, go to his father, and pretend that the last four years of my life and our lives didn’t happen and that Fabian didn’t break my heart so much that I almost developed self-harm tendencies.I was alone at home, with Liam at school and Nicola spending some time with her children and grandkids before she could take some time off to spend with us. I had just spoken to Charlie, and we had gotten to an agreement; we had an entire payment plan, and Charlie would take over renting out the houses. I still had to talk to my tenants, but I was sure I was in good hands. I also spoke to Quincy earlier, and we did conclude that I would be in New York by next week and I would move back in with Fabian, with absolutely no invitation after that. It was a very bold move that could end up with Fabian throwing me in the street






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