All Chapters of Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

*Grant*I can’t believe what I’m looking at as I step outside onto a massive patio next to the biggest private pool I’ve ever seen. The house itself is huge and so very beautiful. Following the maid through the living room had left my head spinning as I tried to look at everything, but it was impossible. Now, I’m staring at my wife’s wide eyes as she asks me why I’m here. “I needed to talk to you,” I admit, crossing over to where she’s sitting near an enormous grotto with a waterfall. “I’m sorry for the intrusion.”“It’s no intrusion,” she replies, gesturing for me to sit next to her on what appears to be the most comfortable lounge chair ever made. “I’m just surprised. How did you know where to find me?”“I called Poppy,” I admit, sinking down next to her. I can’t help but let out a sigh. It’s so relaxing already, and we haven’t even solved our problems yet.“Poppy?” she repeats. “How did you know to call her?”“I called your office to see if you were in, and she said no, she though

*Grant*The mattress beneath me is so unbelievably comfortable, I can’t imagine ever sleeping on another bed in my whole life. What makes it even better is that my beautiful wife is curled up against me, her naked body draped across mine.She’s been sound asleep ever since we finished making love for the third time tonight. I can’t sleep, though. I’m too busy thinking about everything that’s happened today. It’s hard to accept even now, after I’ve had hours to think about it. This house is amazing. I can’t believe that my wife owns it. She doesn’t even know how many businesses she owns. We talked about it earlier, when we took a break between rounds to eat something her amazing chef, Samantha, brought up to us. I understand now why Anna wasn’t worried about anyone spying on us when we were in the pool. These people are highly loyal to her and respectful. They are the best of the best, and they get paid very well, unlike the poor maids at our family home. I sent a text to my mother e

*Grant*“Grant?” My secretary sticks her head in the door a couple of hours after I’ve arrived in the office. I’ve been working away–well, when I’m not daydreaming about Anna’s sexy body. I lift my head. “Yes? What’s up?”Her face relaxes slightly into a smile. “Mrs. Young is hoping you’ll come down to see her soon. She did ask for you to come to her office earlier this morning, you’ll recall.”“That’s right.” It had honestly slipped my mind. I’d been so busy working on my accounts, I forgot that she even wanted to see me. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, though. Ordinarily, I would’ve rushed right down to her office to kiss her ass, but today, I’m not feeling it. Realizing who my wife is has opened a lot of doors I never knew would be available to me, so I’m no longer completely dependent on my grandmother’s mercy.Nevertheless, I see no reason to poke the bear. I set the file I’m working on aside and pull myself out of my chair, stretching as I do so. “Thank you,” I tell my secr

*Anna*“Have a seat, Anna,” Grandmother Trudy says from the end of the table. “We’re so glad that you and Grant were able to join us tonight. Recently, I guess the family has been too boring for you to come to dinner with us.”“Not boring, Grandmother Trudy,” I correct her. I pull up short of telling her the truth, though. She doesn’t need me to tell her that her family is incredibly rude to me, bordering on downright mean, and that’s why I don’t want to be here.“I hope everyone is in a good mood and willing to be nice this evening.” Grant sits beside me and places his napkin in his lap with a snap. If the rest of his family members are smart, they will catch his drift.“We are always nice,” his cousin, Veronica, says defensively, batting her eyelashes. “It’s nice to be honest, cousin.”“I would agree with that,” Grant says. “But some of you like to make up stories about other family members and pretend that it’s true.”She scoffs. “Nothing I ever say about our family members isn’t t

*Anna*We’re home, and I couldn’t be happier. Grant and I walk inside, hand in hand. Bridgette greets us at the door. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Young,” she says. “Welcome home.”“Thank you,” Grant and I both say at the same time. We look at each other, grin, and start laughing.Bridgette giggles, too. “Is there anything we can get you? Are you hungry?” She folds her hands in front of us, leaning toward us in anticipation of our response. Even at this time of evening, she’s so well put together, her hair in a tight bun, her white button down crisp, and her black slacks unwrinkled. My father hired only the best to work in his home, that’s for sure.“We just ate,” Grant tells her. “But thank you so much for offering.”“Of course. That’s what we’re here for.” Her smile is kind. “How long do you think you’ll be staying here?”“Actually,” I begin, unable to control my face as I beam at her. “We’re here to stay.”Her eyes widen. “Really?”“That’s right,” Grant assures her. “We are ready t