All Chapters of Mr Billionaire wants a bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Out with the thief

TRISTAN“Did Ms. Cross come in today?” I asked, as I beeped my secretary.I had asked it as casually as possible, but my voice had still carried an edge.“Yes, Mr. Blackwell,” my secretary had replied. “Ms. Cross is in her office. Would you like me to…”“No.” I had cut her off immediately. “That won’t be necessary.”There had been a moment of silence before she replied, “Alright sir.”I hadn’t spoken to Seraphina all day. Not since that moment in the hallway when she had brushed past me with that tight, strained look on her face and told me she had something to deal with on her own.I had seen her last night, though. Through my office window. She had come in late and her shoulders had been stiff. I could tell there was something off about her immediately. She looked very distraught.I had almost gone down to her room that night to talk to her and demand she tell me what was going on. It had been all that had been on my mind since I heard her phone call. But, how would I exactly explai

Suspicious as fuck

SERAPHINA“Are you happy now?” I heard Darren say, as he walked into the office.Walk in was quite an understatement for what he actually did. The force with which my office door slammed against the wall was dramatic enough to announce him before his voice even did.I didn’t even have to look up to know it was him, as I pinched the bridge of my nose and kept my eyes on the spreadsheet in front of me.He had not even spent a minute in my office and I was already extremely irritated.“I am not in the mood for your theatrics today,” I said calmly, though my head was still pounding from everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. “I already have more than enough on my plate.”“Oh, I’m sure you do,” he snapped, stepping further into the room. “Especially after what you pulled.”That made me look up. “What are you talking about?”His face was red with anger and I wondered what had his knickers in a bunch. I thought about it for a couple of seconds and I had not done anything

Promises, promises

“I expect that you are calling me with actual news this time.” Julian said with irritation as soon as he picked up the phone.On the other end of the line, Max chuckled.“When have I ever wasted your time?” he asked,Julian could think of a few, but he chose not to speak. He was already having a bad day with sales in the club and customers who thought that simply because they bought a couple of drinks from him and paid for booths, they were his boss.He had put them right, as he cleaned off the blood stain which he had on his knuckles with a handkerchief.“I found him.”Julian’s expression sharpened immediately.“Found who?”“The one who sent the pictures.”A smile formed on Julians face at this.“You should have said it from the beginning,” he said, “Give me a second, let me step away from the noise.”Julian walked back into his private office, shutting the heavy glass doors behind him. The music in the club dulled to a distant vibration.“Where are you?” Julian asked calmly.“Downt

You have been a bad girl

SERAPHINA“Half a million dollars,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me, as I placed the black duffel bag on Pedro’s desk. “Exactly what you asked for.”I hated the fact that I was in this room again, especially after what happened the last time. But it was needed. This was going to be the last time.I stared at the two mem who had abducted me earlier as they stood behind Don Pedro. They had their arms crossed, watching me as if I might try something stupid. The only stupid thing might have been the fact that I came alone, but who would have accompanied me to the house of a known criminal.Pedro didn’t touch the bag immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and studied me carefully, his dark eyes scanning my face like he was trying to peel back layers of secrets.“That was fast,” he said finally, tapping ash into a crystal tray. “Forty-eight hours, and you show up with half a million dollars.” He tilted his head. “I’m impressed.”I didn’t respond. I ref

Drunken mistake

TRISTAN“Here you go.” My investigator said, as he handed me the file.“You came to deliver it in person.”“Oh well, I needed some time out of the house.” He replied, nonchalantly. “You know you never really told me why you wanted me looking into her.”“I just like to know who I am in business with.” I replied, as I thanked him and took the file inside the house.It was already quite late and there I was in my study going through all of the documents that he had managed to gather, along with the detailed summary of her life. On a normal day, people would definitely consider this unethical, but it had to be done.I now knew her sisters name and the hospital she was in. He had not been lying about her condition actually being serious. She was raking in bills in the hundreds of thousands, as the brutal truth hit me.“No wonder she needed the money so bad.” I muttered to myself.It actually was one of the reasons I had agreed to give her the remaining money without question. At the time,

A shift?

SERAPHINASeraphina was warm.That was the first thing she registered…warmth pressed along her back, solid and heavy and very much not a pillow.In her dream, Tristan had been everywhere.His voice in her ear, his hands at her waist. The feeling of breath against her neck as he murmured things that made her shiver and arch toward him wanting more.In the dream, she had turned in his arms, had tugged at his shirt and he had laughed low in his throat before pulling her closer. There had been no hesitation or second-guessing between them… just a heat and boldness that came with finally doing what they both wanted and had been suppressing for so long.The dream had been so vivid and she could only blame it on how much she had drunk.Enough to envision fucking Tristan who was her boss and her husband who was fake by the way and…Seraphina’s thoughts trailed off as something tightened around her waist.Her fingers flexed under the sheets reaching behind her to…Oh.Oh.That was not a dream

We are nothing

SERAPHINA“Why are you glowing like that this early in the morning?”Greta’s voice followed me the moment I stepped onto the executive floor, and I realized two things at once.One was that I had been smiling while walking, which was totally unlike me. And the second was that Greta was talking to me like we were friends. The fuck was that all about?I stopped mid-step and slowly turned toward her desk. “Glowing?” I repeated, raising a brow.She grinned, leaning back in her chair. “Yes. Glowing. You look suspiciously happy and it’s barely nine a.m.”I adjusted the files in my hand to buy myself time. “Maybe I just slept well.”Greta laughed. “No one in this building sleeps well.”That much was true.I tried to wipe the expression off my face, but it refused to cooperate. The truth was, right from when Tristan had finally agreed to leave my room and for the rest of the weekend, my mind had been replaying every second of last night like it was determined to torture me or thrill me. I co

Two can play the game

SERAPHINA“What do you mean he kissed her?”Naomi’s voice had risen an octave, loud enough that the couple at the next table turned to stare at us.I wrapped my fingers tighter around my glass of water and leaned forward. “Keep your voice down.”“He did what?” she repeated, this time in a harsh whisper. “And you’re sure you saw them kissing?”“I was positive,” I said, my jaw tightening. “I walked out of the restroom and there they were, fucking kissing. They might as well have fucked right there in the corridor.”Naomi blinked at me like she was waiting for me to laugh and say it had been a misunderstanding. When I didn’t, her expression shifted from disbelief to anger.“That motherfucker.” She said, out loud once again. “Right from the beginning I knew I wasn’t going to like him. Rich pricks, piss me the fuck off.”“You are even angrier than me right now,” I chuckled a bit.“It makes no sense,” she continued. “After everything that happened between you two?”I gave a humorless smile

A wall of ice

“You cannot just walk into my office unannounced, Violetta.” Tristan said,A few days had passed since the conversation in Seraphina’s office, the one where she had dismissed Tristan so coldly. The vibe between them had remained tense ever since and they had barely spoken, even though they were practically living in the same house.This was precisely why Tristan had already been on edge all week.The board meeting was in less than an hour, and Project Requiem, the one initiative Obsidian desperately needed to stabilize its reputation and attract investors was at the center of it all.So, when the knock came and his secretary ushered Violetta inside without prior notice, he had not been prepared.Violetta on the other hand didn’t give a fuck about any of that. She just walked into the office like it belonged to her, dressed in a tailored cream pantsuit, her dark hair cascading perfectly over her shoulders.“I was in the neighborhood,” she said lightly, closing the door behind her. “And

What is the worst that could happen?

SERAPHINA“I’m stepping out for a couple of days.”To think that I had practiced that sentence in my head at least twenty times before I finally gathered the courage to walk into Tristan’s study and say it. In every rehearsal, he had reacted differently, but in all I had assumed that he would at least have some questions to ask me as to why I wanted to leave.I just needed a break from everything. The past few days had been particularly mentally draining for me. With the presentation; which I was happy was now done, to the fact that me and Tristan were practically not talking even though our rooms were directly opposite each other.I knew that I was the main reason for it, but it was still a tougher pill to swallow than I thought.In none of my rehearsals though had he been indifferent.He was seated behind his massive mahogany desk when I stepped in, a lamp casting a warm glow over scattered documents. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened, dark hair slightly disheveled like h

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