His Mail Order Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Devon Reeves."I have nothing to offer you."Those were the first words she said to me when we first met. And it was true, she indeed had nothing to offer me. At age twenty-seven, Jessica Franklin was a high school dropout, had never been to the four walls of college, and was buried under a mountain of debt.Yet, she had been one of the many women who had filled out the form of me searching for a wife online, she had shown up on our blind date in a borrowed dress which she claimed she needed to return before midnight and she kept glancing at her broken watch to see how much time had passed.I glance at her tired eyes, pale face, and unruly hair, my lips stretching into a smile. There is something in those weary eyes of hers that intrigues me in ways no other woman has, wanting me to know more about her."You don't need to offer me anything. I just need you to be my wife." Little did we know, this would be a start of a long journey to forever. *******Jessi

"Why would you do something like that?"Chris asks me as he slaps me on the back, and bouts of laughter break out on the table where I'm seated down. Gripping the glass of whisky in my hand very tightly, I try to appear nonchalant as I reply, "Don't know. It a spur-of-the-momention." Chris sneers at me before turning to the rest of the men."Hey, did you guys see the post Devon made?" He calls out, his loud voice booming through the entire bar it makes me cringe. The rest of the guys turn to me and grin."I did. And I honestly couldn't believe it." Greg spoke up, hands wrapped around the waist of a lady he had picked for the night."You guys kept pressuring me to have a girlfriend. So I did the only reasonable thing that came to mind. I did not expect it to blow up." I had made a post the night before requesting a mail-order bride only for me to wake up this morning and see it had gotten viral. Let's not even talk about the dozens of applications I had received as a result, my phone a

This is a joke, right?I ask myself as I stare at the message, I couldn't possibly be picked. I'm about to dismiss the message when another one comes in. Startled, I click on it.Dear applicant, We hope this E-mail finds you well. We've read through your application and have decided that you would be a perfect fit for the job. If you're interested, please reply.Stunned doesn't even begin to cover what I'm feeling right now. Despite my better judgment, I start to reply.I'm interested. I click on send. After a few agonizing moments of waiting, another mail comes up again. With a bated breath, I check it out.In that case, we would have to meet physically. Which day would be most suitable?I almost type that today is fine but I don't want to come off as desperate. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.Wednesday will be perfect.Send.Very well. we would be having our date then. We would be sending you the details later on. I look forward to seeing you, Miss Franklin.

Closing off early at my warehouse job at the factory, I return home with a bag of groceries and a pounding headache. The house is silent as I step in and a sigh escapes my lips. Although there's still a long way to go before it's time for my date, it won't be bad to get started early. I eat a late lunch and spend the rest of my time, cleaning the entire apartment and preparing a meal for my sister when she arrives. She's on a strict diet thanks to her gastrointestinal disease and the last thing I want is a flare-up. I wasn't joking when I said I have no money to give anyone.By the time I'm done cleaning the rundown apartment, there's another E-mail waiting for me in my account. This time, it looks like I'm going to be picked up by a driver. How do they even know my address? I chuckle, dropping the phone on the couch. They've probably done their research. Freaking Billionaires. I check the wall clock. It's just past four. I have less than an hour to prepare. I step into the shower a

When I finally arrived home, Emma was still up, waiting for me. The second she saw me, visible relief crosses her face and she jumped out of her seat, her eyes immediately scanning me. Seeing I didn't come home with any weird marks on my skin, she lets out a sigh, a smile on her face."Welcome home." She says, ushering me in."Thank you," I mutter, smiling at her."So, how was your date?" She asks as she goes back to sit, her voice laced with interest. I let out a small sigh, removing the coat from my body."Great? At least, I didn't get killed since that's what you were so worried about." I tell her, removing the jewelry I have on. She smiles, rubbing her palms together."I can't help it. You tend to do worrisome things.""So I've heard," I murmur."Who's the person, though?" I pause, then decide to tell her the truth. "Devon Reeves," I say simply, walking to the kitchen to grab myself a bottle of water."Devon Reeves?" She repeats, staring at me, her eyes widened in surprise. I nod