BELINDAIt only took ten minutes to get down to the parking lot, get in the car, and pull up in front of a villa. If I had known his house was this close, I wouldn’t have bothered going to the office—I’d have called a locksmith and walked in as his wife.“It’s pretty close,” I muttered as I unbuckled my seatbelt, clutching Paspas tight in my arms.Stepping out of the car, I let out a low whistle. Clearly the scam artist married the wrong person. Darian should’ve married himself.“We’ve been here for two years. When the land went up for sale three years ago, we bought it.”“You all live here?”“Yes. The ground floor is Marcus’s, second floor is mine, top floor is my brother’s.”“He knows how to choose,” I said, eyeing the massive villa. “Saved the best view for himself.”Normally villas had a single entrance, but this one had a separate outdoor entrance to each floor.“Big property,” I commented, noticing there were no houses nearby.“Big enough,” he murmured. My version of “enough” an
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