The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 255

Chapter 255 A New Home

At last they approached the end of the paved drive, and a truly breathtaking residence sprawled ahead. An immense, rambling estate in classic Georgian architecture rose before them in warm, red brick and hunter green trimming. A grand portico flanked by stunning colonnades and gardens framed the entrance.

But it was the verdant acreage beyond the home that truly captivated Vivian's gaze. Thick copses of ancient oaks and maples, winding creeks and walking trails - a veritable forest encapsulating the entire estate. She had always dreamed of a home surrounded by nature, an oasis from the city's brutal busyness and noise.

Surely that was mere coincidence, and yet Vivian couldn't shake the nagging feeling that nothing here was accidental.

As if confirming her suspicions, when they pulled around to the main circular drive, the double front doors swung open to reveal a small receiving party awaiting them. Moving crew members pushing trolleys of boxes and furniture, overseers calling out directions crisply. Joe appeared at the rear door, his hand extended to usher her out in that deferential yet gruff manner of his.

"Your new home, Mrs. Shaw. Mr. Shaw arranged for your belongings to be moved and set up in advance for your convenience."

With a flutter of trepidation, Vivian stepped across the curved drive's cobblestones and ascended the front steps, trailing her fingertips along the ornate wrought iron railings. She paused at the entrance, regarding the flurry of staff conveying every possession she owned her life's humble belongings dwarfed by the sheer scale and grandeur around them.

Clearly, Mathew had sought to recreate her domestic circumstances faithfully, yet elevate them to an entirely new stratosphere of luxury. But just how closely had he studied her, assessed her preferences and habits?

The double doors yawned open invitingly, and Vivian found herself subconsciously holding her breath as she crossed the threshold into

the estate's interior. What she found within stole what little remained of her composure.

Sweeping archways framed an expansive, lavishly appointed great room done in earthy botanical tones of Hazel and ochre. Every detail and accent had been meticulously considered, from the raw oak millwork to the overstuffed furnishings and statement lighting fixtures with driftwood -inspired finishes. It was as though her deepest subconscious desires for a dream home had been extracted and brought to manifestation before her widening eyes.

my..." The hushed murmur slipped unbidden past her lips as she turned in a slow circle, gaping at the pristine renovation surrounding her.

had dredged up extensive background information, digging deep into her history and psyche to craft this environment tailored explicitly for her. The realization

man's plans extended to entrap

massive estate was blessedly silent and dim when Mathew arrived home well past 11pm. He strode through the grand foyer, loosening his tie with one hand

one of the overstuffed sofas. Vivian sat with her legs tucked beneath her, the glow of her phone screen painting her features in stark

thumb was scrolling

just respond and put them in their place?" Mathew's low rumble of a voice cut through the silence, making

eyes blew wide. For a fraction of a second, he saw naked fear flicker across her expression before recognition set in and she visibly forced herself

an eyebrow, not rising to the bait as he circled around to the front of the sofa. Settling into one of the facing armchairs, he fixed her with an expectant look, gesturing vaguely

composure. She tossed her loose chestnut waves over one shoulder

comments people don't matter anymore. I don't owe them anything, let alone an explanation or defense of my

at him. "Does that answer

frost to her tone that Mathew couldn't help

and Drama wit the utmost poise. Exactly the sort of unflappable public presence that would befit the wife h intended to project her as. Before he could respond, however, her eyes flicked down to his hands, widening fractionally Mathew followed her

for me?" she asked uncertainly, the icy veneer slipping for just a moment. It wa his turn

abed of crushed navy velvet was a magnificent diamond riviére necklace each colossally-sized gemstone cut to perfection and expertly graded. The sort of

mouth dropped open a fraction, equal parts enthralled and unsure what to

amusement as she tentatively reached out with trembling fingertips to run them over the

she whispered, the words tumbling out

a silent nod, Mathew rose fluidly and crossed the space between them in three long strides. Vivian froze, instinctively shrinking in

the slender column of her throat. Vivian seemed to stop breathing entirely as he brushed her hair aside to bring the gleaming rivière to rest atop her collarbones before