“We're traveling back to Miami tomorrow night,” he told me when he gave me a phone call later that night.“To—morrow?!” I said in a loud voice which I quickly tamed because I couldn't afford to lose what he was offering. “Why? And isn't that a little too early?”“Do you want your revenge or not? That's why you agreed to this, right? Xander Rivera never goes back on his promises.”I was quiet for a while, listening to him breathe. Even his slow breaths were fucking sexy! He was right. We had to go back to get revenge on the people who did me wrong but wasn't it a little too sudden and how come he hasn't started doing things to me? No clue on why he wanted a contract marriage so far.“I'll have some people come and bring you to the penthouse where you'll spend the day with me before we leave in the private jet I have prepared.”“Ditch all your clothes, especially that powder blue shirt, it looks so shabby and no wife of mine can be seen in that. I have everything you'll need here alread

BellaThe flight to Miami was the quickest but longest flight of my life as I was on my toes the whole time.My stomach was unsettling and I wondered if it was the baby or my anxiety but I went in to use the restroom over six times during a one hour flight.“Are you alright?” He asked me after my sixth trip to the restroom.His sudden show of concern caught me by surprise but made me a little less nervous. My lips slowly moved into a small smile.“Yeah, I'm alright.”“Good.”“One more thing,” he continued. “Nobody must know that you're my wife until I say so. You're just one Mrs. Bella Rivera, the founder of Versa Link group of companies.”“Do you understand?”I nodded in agreement.As he turned away, my mind drifted back to last night's encounter with the strange old woman in my bedroom.She was on a wheelchair, hiding in my walk-in closet and she rolled out as she spoke.“Who are you?” I had asked her, awestruck. “How did you get in here?”“Don't be afraid, dear. I won't hurt you. I'

Bella“There must be a good reason why you were bothering me with calls all day. I was in a meeting and my phone kept buzzing. This better be good!” he shouted. I tilted my head slowly and scratched my hair a little so he would notice the person who was seated in my office. He stretched his neck a little when he realized that there was someone in there. He moved forward to look and he stopped in front of the visitor. This man's confidence was topnotch. I would be shaking if I had behaved like that not knowing that there was someone in the room.I was a little distracted by Xander's slightly open shirt but I cleared my throat and composed myself.“Get it together, Bella!” I shouted in my head.“If it isn't this bastard!” Xander shouted angrily, clenching his fists by his sides. “Huh? What the hell is going on? Did they know each other?”I was so confused and I really wanted to intervene before they killed each other. Knowing Xander a little, I knew he could get very violent. He mov

Mr. Rivera.I heard a knock on the door to my office while I was working on the computer in front of me. “Come in,” I answered, completely uninterested. Usually, the staff related any matter regarding the company to the manager I had put in charge.I was ready to send away anyone who came in when the door opened and two of my staff members walked in, one scurrying behind the other.The latter being the manager who was supposed to make decisions on my behalf.I knew this looked like trouble but I managed to maintain my composure like I always did. I looked up at them and raised my eyebrows. This was my way of gesturing to them to speak up for whatever reason they were in my office. “Sir, we have bad news,” one of them said. “And what is that?” I said firmly. Usually I'm unshaken by circumstances since I always find a solution and this time would not be an exception. I will always find a way out.“We have a problem, sir,” the manager said again, trembling and I was starting to feel

BellaI woke up to my usual routine of bath, breakfast and work. I have to admit, being wealthy was quite boring. I missed relating with my fellow college students, reading my novels and most importantly, staring at cute seniors.Like every typical pretty girl — maybe not typical, I was not a part of the cheerleaders group. I was part of the band. I found it fascinating and less cliche.One would think that since I had chosen a masculine path, I should be stronger than I was, stand up for myself and fight for what was mine.Nope! I only joined the band to avoid heart piercing and “outfit removing” glances from the guys around. The band uniform covered things that the excessively short cheerleader costumes couldn't.Not like I hated men, I just didn't think they were worth it. They were all horny animals and I was far too intelligent to fall prey to any of them.But there's this guy, alright…I was welcomed by a pleasant surprise at breakfast.“Nana!” I shouted in excitement, running to