The Billionaire's Real Wife

Chapter 3: Meeting My Would-be Husband

I looked around the magnificent estate and was dumbfounded. There were about thirty small houses with finicky gardens flaunted right at the entrance of each house. The orderliness was quite impressive.

I wanted to take pictures and I remembered I gave Anna everything, including my phone. I looked at the main estate gate that was about a hundred feet away from us.

"Did you forget anything," Mr. Gregory asked.

"Yes, my handbag."

"Write out all the things in the handbag, my brother is going to replace them. Please, come with me," he grinned and walked past me. I continued looking around as I walked behind him.

Mr. Gregory took me to one of the beautiful houses with a magnificent balcony. We walked into the elegant living room, which was painted in a light champagne tint. It was simply furnished to taste with translucent curtains running through the entire lounge, bringing in the required brightness and airiness in perfect measure. The small house had one graceful and fancy bedroom with a master bath.

I love the house because it was neither too big nor too small. All the furniture fitted faultlessly. One thing I cherished most about the house was that it receives enough air from virtually all directions.

The entire lighting system of the house was very much in harmony with the color of the interior. I smiled as I stared at the beautiful trees with birds on them that surrounded the house. My joy was apparent.

"Nice apartment," I whimpered.

"I'm glad you like the house; now, get ready to meet my boss," Mr. Gregory said, and I turned quickly.

"Your boss?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Yes, your would-be husband."

"You lied to us! You said he is your brother," I yelled. "I don't trust you again." I tried to walk away, but he held my hand and pulled me back.

"I started serving him when he was born; then I was just twenty-six years old. He is more like a brother to me. I don't address him as 'boss' as other workers do, I call him by his name because he is a son, a brother and a friend."

"He has workers too?" I asked, pulling my brows together.

"Yes"

"How old are you?" I asked sarcastically.

"I turned fifty-one yesterday."

"Congrats, but you look sixty. You need to work on your weight."

"My wife likes how I look," Mr. Gregory smiled and I rolled my eyes.

"What is your boss's name?" I asked, sounding uninterested.

"Logan" he responded. I sighed and walked back into the house.

"A boss that couldn't change your car! What kind of boss is he?"

"I will keep driving that car until I breathe my last breath. I made that decision for a reason," Mr. Gregory said with a sad tone, lowering his shaky eyes. I noticed I had resurrected an ugly memory and I felt my heart being ripped apart.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered.

"It's fine, dress up, he will be here any moment from now."

"You said he is sick."

"Yes, he went for treatment and will be here soon."

We were distracted by a private jet that landed seventy feet away. About eleven men in black suits disembarked hurriedly and stood still as though they were waiting for the president. A man in black leather skinny denim and an immaculate white t-shirt began to disembark slowly. I couldn't see his face, but he was quite slim and tall.

They walked swiftly toward a massive skyscraper that was on the estate. I fixed my gaze on them until they entered the elevator.

"Dress up," Mr. Gregory said, and began to walk away.

"I came with nothing."

"Check the closet, everything is there," he responded nonchalantly. He was still sad over what I said about his car. "You need to get rid of the rattletrap if you really want to forget the ugly memory tied to it," I whispered to myself as I watched him wrestle with the door of the car again.

I walked into the bedroom and opened the closet. Everything I needed was in there as Mr. Gregory said. The beautiful dresses with labels were all my size. My attention moved from the size to the price tag. They were quite expensive. I haven't worn expensive clothes all my life.

I had my bath hurriedly and zipped myself up in one of the beautiful gowns. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was as though I was looking at an entirely different person. The gown enhanced some hidden beauty I never knew I had.

Shortly, the doorbell rang. I knew Mr. Gregory had come to take me to my would-be husband. I picked a low-heeled shoe from the closet and put my legs on. I don't want to appear taller. My height is 5"10 and I think it is okay for me.

I was taken aback when I opened the door. A handsome man dressed in a black suit stood behind the door smiling at me.

"I'm Michael," he introduced himself. "The boss is free now, he requests your presence."

My heart skipped at the mention of the boss. I slowly shut the door and followed him; adjusting

my gown as I walked to make sure I looked good enough for him. The environment was quite cozy and I love it so much.

Michael pointed at a silver-colored stylus pen that was on a wall and I pulled the pen out.

"Write your name," he said. I wrote my name on a small trickery board that was on the wall. To my uttermost dismay, the elevator door opened slowly. Michael gestured to me and we entered. I had a lot of questions to ask him, but I withheld them since I was already on my way to meet my arranged husband.

We got off at the twentieth level of the skyscraper and began to walk down a long and narrow walkway. My heartbeat increased as we moved closer to the extreme.

Michael stepped aside for me to proceed. However, I saw no door except a wall, so I stood still.

"He is waiting for you ma'am, please, do not keep him waiting," Michael said with a soft tone. I moved closer and the wall began to segregate.

All the people in the room which looked like an office, fixed their eyes on me except the man in tight leather denim. His eyes were on the big monitor that was fixed on the wall. A girl as pretty as a doll sat beside him and leaned on his shoulder.

One of the men in black suit made eye contact with me; I understood what he meant and walked into the office. The wall slid back slowly.

After about ten minutes, the man in tight denim swiveled his chair to face me and I almost fainted.