All Chapters of Arranged Marriage To The Billionaire Heir: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nathaniel got back to the hotel from the Seminar at half past three. He mentioned grabbing a late lunch at a restaurant about twenty minutes away, which of course I agreed to.He wanted to drive there, but I suggested that we walk. After all, it was only a few minutes away and I wanted to a chance to actually see the city, not just from our room balcony. I wanted a full on experience.The moment we stepped outside, I was greeted with stale city air and crowded sidewalks. New York screamed major chaotic vibes, and it didn't help that every few minutes something unusual caught my eye. For one we encountered a bald man on the sidewalk performing magic tricks, one of which involved him blowing actual fire out of his mouth. Just a few steps later, a random man pushed through the crowd carrying a massive lizard like it was the most normal thing in the world.Wherever I looked, there was something slightly bizarre yet very loud. Nathaniel’s hand rested lightly on the small of my back, ste

The first thing I noticed when we arrived at the venue was the paparazzi. I had never expected so many reporters, their cameras fashing in every direction, desperate for the perfect shot to feed their publishers.I glanced at Nathaniel nervously. He gave me an assuring smile as he leaned forward to whisper something to the driver before stepping out of the car. Moments later, he opened my door and held his hand out for mine. I took in a deep breath as I placed my palm gently in his and let him help me out.As if on cue, the flashes exploded everywhere. I had to blink several times to clear my vision. Nathaniel tightened his grip on my hand as he guided me through the throngs of cameramen pushing in around us.Questions flew in with the flashes: Is this the new Mrs. Sinclair? Who is your designer? What are your expectations for tonight? Is it true your marriage was arranged?At that last question, Nathaniel’s hand closed more firmly around mine as he pulled us forward quickly. A man dr

I’d said not more than five words to Nathaniel on our flight and on the drive back home. At the airport, he asked if I wanted to pick up any New York souvenirs from the gift shop. I said no. When we boarded the plane, he asked if I wanted a champagne flute. Again, I said no.Five hours later, when we touched down in San Francisco, he asked if I wanted to grab food before heading home. And of course, you guessed it, I said no.We were finally on our way home and I still hadn’t strung together a full sentence for him. I kept myself busy, occasionally staring out the window or checking my phone to see if Kaylor had texted. I avoided eye contact like it was poison. I couldn’t tell if Nathaniel couldn't take a hint that I was giving him the silent treatment or if he was simply that oblivious.“Is the AC too much for you? Should I tell the driver to—”“No.” My tone was clipped, sharp and I didn’t bother sparing him a glance.Thankfully, he shut up after that and the rest of the ride was do

“Evageline, if you want to be the big bad wolf, you’ll have to blow at the houses as hard as you can.”The little girl tilted her head, her lips curling into a pout. “Can’t I just point my finger at the house and then it falls down?”I blinked at her. She was definitely not making my job any easier today. "You’re a wolf, not a little girl with magical powers—”“Then let me be a wolf with magical powers.” She batted her lashes coyly and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.“Everyone take five.” I sighed, waving the kids off for a break. My patience was already thinning and Evageline’s stubbornness wasn’t helping. I walked over to the porch and plopped down beside Deb, who was sitting comfortably with an amused grin on her face.“Seems like that went well.” she teased.I groaned, shaking my head. “The opposite, actually. Evageline’s giving me a hard time. Remind me again why I agreed to let her be the wolf?”Deb chuckled. “Because she would’ve screamed your head off if you gave that part t

I let out a loud shriek as the needle pricked my finger again. This was what? The fourth time in the past hour. The worst part was that I wasn’t even rushing. I pressed my lips together as I glanced over at Kaylor who was sitting beside me on my living room couch. She looked completely at ease, her needle gliding in and out of the fabric effortlessly. I shoot her an impressed look. “How are you doing that?” She looked up, blinking innocently. “Doing what?” “Sewing like you’re some pro.” I grinned, gesturing at her little set up, bobby pins in place measuring tape around her neck, she was in her element. She simply laughed and shook her head, going back to her stitch. Today was all about costume making .The play at the children’s home was only a few days away and I had to admit I was very excited. The kids had learnt their lines and seemed really into it. Evageline, after a lot of arguing, had finally decided to stick to huffing and puffing instead of wielding a magic w