The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Aileen

I know I agreed to wait here for Liam to return, but do I really have nowhere else to be? Thinking about the answer to that question makes me slouch in my seat.

No matter how fast I want things to happen, I can only keep waiting for Meryl to share some more important information with me. It's believed that my parents are right in this town and I can't help but feel like I might've even ran into one of them on the street in just the few days I've been here.

As I reposition my butt in my seat, I grunt from the discomfort in my full stomach. I've never had this much food in my life and I might've gone too far, but Liam said I could order whatever I wanted.

I close my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief at how I'm still here in his suite. He's such a sweet talker that I was actually convinced to wait for him. Never in my life have I ever fallen for someone's charm. It's not even because of that cologne of his or because he asked me to stay while flashing me that smile. It's mainly because he didn't take advantage of my drunk state last night.

How could he seriously want to marry me after only meeting me? I can't imagine myself agreeing to any of this no matter how seductive he is.

While I continue to wait, I search for his name on the internet, the results making my jaw drop - from his net worth, to all his achievements and at such a young age. Every picture that I see of him is absolute perfection, but he looks even better in person. While I keep checking out his pictures, I pause, wondering why I'm doing this in the first place. Does it mean I'm interested? It can't possibly be the case.

Part of me wants to stop looking him up, but another part of me is still curious, especially when I come across an article about who his parents are. Just as I'm about to check it out, the door opens and I flinch at the sight of him.

Since I'm still only in his shirt, I quickly place a pillow on top.

"You're back. I thought the meeting would take longer," I say to him, making sure my phone screen is off.

Approaching me, he says, "I just had to sign a few documents. I see you ordered some food."

I nod, my eyes going round when he crouches right in front of me, glancing at the pillow on my thighs before looking up at my face.

"Have you thought about it?" he asks.

"Yes."

"What's your answer?" He slightly raises his eyebrows.

"Yes."

His lips curve into a smile. "You'll marry me?"

spending the weekend

smacks

crazy to

still glad you're giving this

clear, if I had other things to do, I wouldn't be here right

sure if I should be

"Be glad."

I have you all

my ear. He definitely knows how to use his

the food to

The sender's ID makes me clench my jaw hard and it only gets worse when I begin reading a long message from Abigail, my adoptive parents' biological child. "Where the fuck are you? Still don't plan on coming back home? Who do you think will clean up in the pigsty and the rest of the farm? You're the one who was born for this, not me. Show some gratitude by not walking out on us, ungrateful bitch!" Before I can even read the rest of the message, an incoming call flashes on my screen and because it's her, I instantly decline the call with a hard press on the button. Being older than her means

"Oh, it's nothing serious."

Whatever it was that you just saw has affected

press my lips together, hating the fact that he's seen right through me

the contents of that message are staring me right in the face. And with that in mind, I'm more determined than ever to never go back there.

sits beside me, stealing a glance at the whole

me about your family,"

his encouraging eyes make me want to open up to him,

adopted." My

biological parents are or where originally come from and because of that, it's always felt like a part

not what I expected to hear. It must be really tough on you." His expression turns sympathetic, another thing that makes grow curious about his real personality. My heart

I have

were different, but everything changed when Abigail, their daughter came along. I've faced all kinds of

everything flashes in my mind, my heart begins to race again and I'm certain I'll burst into tears, something that hasn't happened in a

"You don't have to tell me the rest if you can't handle it. While I'm curious, you

down to his hand on mine and a flutter in my

through has led me to this town in search of

"Any luck?"

me