All Chapters of Arranged Marriage To The Billionaire Heir: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“So we were on our yoga mats doing the pelican pose. Then all of a sudden this lady two mats in front of me let out the loudest gasp. Turns out she’d ripped her pants at the crotch. Not the most pleasant sight, but I have to admit it was funny.” Mum let out a loud chuckle as she grabbed the wine bottle and poured herself yet another glass, tipping it until the bottle was empty.I’d been watching her warily all evening. This was our second bottle for the night and while the rest of us had had a few glasses, she had easily doubled our intake.“I think that’s enough wine for tonight." Dad said, narrowing his eyes at her. “I don’t want you complaining about a hangover in the morning.”“Oh Darren, live a little. It’s your birthday.” She giggled, then her eyes lit up as if struck by a sudden thought. “That reminds me. Presents!" She grinned, already rising unsteadily from her chair. “I’ll let the maids clear the plates.” Barely moments later, they swept in, gathering our dishes quickly. I c

It wasn’t until we reached the towering iron gates of the Sinclair estate that I finally realised where Nathaniel had brought me.When he said he was taking me somewhere, I hadn’t imagined his parents’ house. Still, I didn’t mind paying Daria a visit, she seemed like great company.“Elena, darling! It’s so good to see you. I haven’t heard from you since the party last week. I hope everything is alright.”“Everything’s great, Daria.” I gave her a quick hug. “I should have called during the week. I’m sorry about that.”“Oh, don’t worry about it.” She waved her hand dismissively. “I’m just happy you’re both here.” Her gaze shifted to Nathaniel, her expression suddenly filling with concern. “You look terrible, dear.”Nathaniel rolled his eyes playfully. “It’s good to see you too, Mum.”“You look sick." Daria pressed, stepping closer to place her hand on his forehead. “And you’ve got a slight fever. This is why you shouldn’t be overworking yourself at the office. You look seconds away from

I burst out laughing as Debbie spat out her drink, her face twisting into pure disgust.“I don’t even know why I listened to you, Calvin. This tastes like engine oil.”Calvin rolled his eyes dramatically, snatching his glass back from her. He shot me a mischievous grin, tilting the cup toward me as if daring me to try it.“I think I’ll pass.” I said quickly, grimacing as I handed Debbie a napkin.We were out together today, Debbie, Calvin and I , finally catching up after what felt like ages. We decided to get lunch at a retro-themed diner Calvin had recommended.I had to admit, the place had charm. The neon signs, checkered floors and faded posters gave off a nostalgic vibe. The best part for me was that the place was practically empty, which meant I could enjoy my food in peace while still having a good laugh with these two.“You guys remember Beefy Bert from college?” Debbie asked suddenly, her eyes lighting up. “Tall, tanned, always wore flip-flops to lectures?”I nodded, reaching

I looked at the long blue silky dress spread across my bed, the pale glittering fabric catching the dim light in my room. Beside it lay a black‑and‑white striped dress with a neat bow at the side to complete the look. I bit down on my lip in frustration, staring down at the two dresses.Without wasting another second, I grabbed my phone and dialed Kaylor. She picked up on the second ring, her voice bright as usual.“Hey. What’s up?”“I need help.” I groaned, running my fingers through my messy hair. “I have to pick out a dress for the trip. Nathaniel said there’ll be some sort of dinner after the awards show and I need to figure out what to wear.”“Okay, what are your options?”I glanced at the pile of clothes scattered across my bed. “Well, there’s the dress I wore to your parents’ anniversary party last year.”“The blue one?”“Yeah.”“No. Not that one.” She said without hesitation. “What else?”“I also have my black‑and‑white striped dress. The one that—”“Oh, the skunk dress? Abs

I woke up with a dull ache as I sat up in the bed, the kind of ache that comes from sleeping in an unfamilar place regardless of how warm and comfortable the bed was. The room was covered in a dim light, courtesy of the curtains still drawn closed, so I couldn’t exactly tell if I’d woken up early or if it was already past noon.The air was cool, the hum of the AC filling the silence like a soft ASMR and for a moment I considered sinking back into the pillows and letting myself drift off again.A slow humming tune floated from the bathroom, ddep and cheerful. I rubbed at my still sleepy eyes just as Nathaniel walked in. He was half-dressed, his dark dress pants neatly pressed, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar and his tie hanging loosely around his neck as if it had been tossed there without much thought. His hair was damp from the shower, strands falling across his forehead. He gave me a small smile when he finally saw that I was awake.“Hey, sleepyhead.”“Hey.” I mumbled back, run