Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Dolores seemed to understand what Coral was thinking. She didn’t explain and just smiled at her instead. The arrangement was between her and Matthew and she had no right to ask about his private life or request he stayed home with her. She even felt more comfortable in his absence.

Dolores entered the room and stared at the bedroom furnishings. The style was unique with a black and white color scheme. The monochromatic room was simple, tidy, and luxurious with a touch of elegance.

“This is Mr. Nelson’s room.” Coral smiled.

Since they were technically married, Dolores knew they should stay together. Dolores opened her mouth and realized she couldn’t say a word about the arrangement. So, instead, she nodded in response.

*****

Dolores found it hard to fall asleep her first night in her temporary home. She leaned against her pillow and browsed the employment websites from her phone, ready to find a job. She could only live a steady life, take good care of her mother, and give the child she was carrying a future if she had a job.

She was shocked to find someone hiring translators. Being a translator was a common enough job, but what was surprising was the fact that the employer was looking for someone who knew the language of Country A. Country A was where Randolph had sent Dolores and her family. It was a poorly developed tropical country and there weren’t many people learning the language of the natives. After all, the language that was most commonly used in the world was all language from more developed and capable countries.

The salary and benefits were good. She filled out the application, attached her resume, and put down her phone before laying down and falling asleep.

window like silk in the silent night. Dolores had drifted off to sleep after tossing and turning for a bit and didn’t notice the flash of white light shot into the yard when a Maybach drove

a glass of water from the bathroom. His Adam’s apple slid up and down his throat as he gulped down the water. Water dribbled down his chin, but he didn’t care, as he was still thinking about his evening through a

quite a bit of white wine at the dinner party and few glasses of red wine when celebrating separately with Helen for her birthday. It turned out he who was good at drinking had gotten slightly

he left the bathroom. He’d left the lights in his room off as he was familiar with the

quickly settled down and drifted back into a deep sleep while cuddling the blankets

*****

faster than either of them wanted. The first light, resembling shiny threads, soon shimmered and filled the room with light. Matthew and Dolores were sleeping soundly, like a newly

the hangover, his head felt fuzzy, and he wanted to take a shower to wake himself up. He tried

arm. Her face was pale and her eyelashes curved like butterfly’s wings. Her rosy lips were parted slightly and her breathing was soft and regular. His eyes moved down her face slowly and fell onto her thin neck and delicate collar bone. Her breathing increased a bit and he found it was actually kind of attractive. He

the moment she opened her eyes she was met with a pair of deep eyes pretending to be calm. Her mind instantly went blank. She immediately widened

“Wh-why are you here?”

away and slowly lifted the blanket

to respond, but once realizing where she was, she swallowed her words. “Weren’t you celebrating your girlfriend’s birthday? Why’d you come back?” she asked as she climbed out of bed and stood at the side opposite

no surprise that she hadn’t realized he entered the room. She’d slept in the same room with a man. She realized she’d slept in his arms and her