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The Billionare's Pretend Wife The next day
Early the next day, Jeff called me. I was to meet him with my client at the Chicago Violent Crimes Division. Jeff had come across the same emails that Richard spoke of. They had been cc’d to Leung.Chicago VCD was raucous with activity. In the hallway, two officers dragged a thin, handcuffed man who shouted about his rights. Richard and I passed a dozen or so tables cluttered with stacks of paper and coffee cups on our way to Jeff’s office. Detectives and officers hustled about. At one desk, a couple held hands and tears streamed down their faces as a detective solemnly read from a sheet of yellow paper. In the center of the maelstrom, a hysterical woman held her young son by the shoulders as she yelled something about statutory rape. To the right, a bored detective questioned three men who were more interested in a group of scantily clad women. Half-starved prostitutes with too much makeup on their young faces couldn’t care less. Jeff waved from across the busy room and met us halfw
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Back to work
In the days that followed, I worked on another client’s case. Though Jeff hadn’t called, I figured they were working hard at finding Leung’s killer. In the meantime, I looked for news of Leung’s funeral on the internet before turning to YouTube. There, I was lucky to find postings from Kanji Yang. In grief, he made announcements for the family and shared the family’s gratitude for the love and support from friends. While researching this, my phone rang.Richard sounded irritated. Unnerved. “Thena, early this the morning, around two AM, I got a call from an old girlfriend, Valerie Schakowsky. It was too much like Leung’s call the night before she was abducted. I’m afraid someone has taken Valerie too. I need to discuss this with you.” The news hit me like a cold splash of water. “Did you talk to Valerie? What makes you think she’s been abducted?”“Valerie sounded strange. Not like I expected. She was drugged, slurring her words. It’s not like her to get drunk, but I couldn’t understa
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Do it now
Live rock music drowned my voice. I leaned closer to my friends and spoke loudly over the small square table, “He’s better looking in person than any photos. His stormy-blue eyes have this quiet intensity. He always seems to be considering what you say. Like it’s the most important thing in the world.” Jen’s jaw hung loosely. She seemed mesmerized by my description of Richard. Steph’s pale blue eyes were riveted on me while I talked about Richard. She plowed the fingers of her right hand through shoulder-length blond hair. Roman had her eyes on the guitar player who was also the lead singer of the band.“He works out, too,” I told them. “So he has really great shoulders.”Roman nodded. “Okay, now we know she’s slept with him,” she said to Jen and Steph.Steph didn’t get it. “How do we know that?”“I haven’t slept with him!” Truth was in the wording. A lawyer’s tactic for sure. I hadn’t, technically slept with anyone. Jen shook her head at Roman. Roman asked, “Why not?” Steph said,
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Tomorow
Early morning light filtered into my bedroom as I threw the covers off. I hadn’t slept well. Drenched in sweat from a dream about the night before, I curled into a tight ball and slid one hand inside my panties. Whitney had awakened in me a desire for punishment. She had been true to her word though, and we never had sex. Instead, she left me dripping and wanting more. Wanting Richard. I had dreamed of a dark and faceless man. He may have been wearing a hood when he told me, “Do as I say.”The man placed a jeweled collar around my throat and attached a leash to it. Holding my leash, he led me into my office where my coworkers watched with open mouths. We walked past them, and I felt proud of who I was. I thought of the dark man in my dream, my disobedience, and his collar. The memory of the dream and of Whitney aroused me, and I remained in bed to satisfy the urge with my vibrator. Later, I dressed for work and used concealer to hide the dark circles under my eyes. While I added t
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Lucky
An impromptu meeting with the partners made the workday run late. Nonetheless, Travis returned for me when I called for him. When he opened the door of the shiny black Mercedes sedan, he said, “Mr. Mackenzie is expecting you for dinner.”“What? He never called me.” I slid into the back seat where polished wood and soft black leather surrounded me. “What time does he want to meet?” I checked my watch.“In twenty minutes.” Looking down at my work clothes, the pencil skirt, and low heels, I decided it was for the best. No false pretenses this time—meaning, no red dress. From the driver’s seat, Travis made eye contact with me through the rearview mirror. “Mr. Mackenzie wanted you to be comfortable. Please help yourself to a glass of wine.” I wondered what we were celebrating. “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”“No. He wants you to be surprised,” he said with a grin.“What are you two up to?” I asked. “I’m not allowed to say.”My heart bumped a dance beat. I liked surprises.
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Late
My alarm radio had been singing for quite some time, though I was barely aware of it. “Oh my God!” I sat up and looked—eight-fifteen. I hate being late to work! This was exactly why I never drank on a weeknight. The room swam in circles as I reached for my cell and called Perry. “I’m going to be late today. I woke up with a huge . . . headache. It’s probably a cold.” She’d never suspect I had a hangover.“I’ll call with any messages, Ms. Robert.”“Thanks, Perry.” The sunlight shining on my comforter hurt my head. I covered my eyes and went back to sleep. Around ten in the morning I crawled out of bed, my stomach queasy and grumbling. I plodded to the kitchen and forced down a granola bar while making coffee. Advil too. Without turning the television on—the noise wouldn’t have helped—I sipped the hot brew to nurse my headache. While preparing for work, I tried to recall the conversation with Richard. What seemed clear to me was our evolving, growing relationship. I let that soak in
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Office
Richard called me from his office. The next morning. Picketers had gathered outside PPS demanding an arrest. Also, PPS stocks had dipped. Stock market specialists blamed it on bad press surrounding Richard and the murders. He asked me to meet someplace private.That evening, Richard’s driver, Assad drove us to the Blackbird Restaurant. When we arrived at the exclusive eatery, a wild crowd had gathered in the street outside their doors as if they knew we were coming.“Mr. Mackenzie, you might want to see this,” Assad suggested. He had trimmed black facial hair that only guys in their twenties can pull off.With cameras and cell phones raised, people filled the sidewalk and alley. Someone held a large photo of Dr. Schakowsky high in the air. Signs read: Find the Killer!Who Killed Dr. Schakowsky? JT Mackenzie is a Murderer!From the Mercedes, we peered out at the insanity. Four news cameras and several boom microphones hovered in the air. From the entrance of the restaurant, a young r
The Billionare's Pretend Wife The list
The list of executives from Fortune 500 companies who attended the Children’s Hospital fundraiser was long. But maybe Whitney would remember Irene. Yes, it had been over a year ago, but Whitney had met Irene Davidson there. That was clear from the photo of the two talking at the bar. Maybe Whitney was one of the last people to speak to Irene. I retrieved Whitney’s card from my purse and crawled into bed with my laptop to do some research. Whitney Crewe bore no connection to the name on the business card—Madam Ella Crewe. Publicly, she was identified as Jack Barnes’ partner. The PPS founder was more well-known than she. Whitney lived with him in a very nice five-bedroom home in the middle of upper-class suburban Illinois. Jack owned a small yacht that he kept in Fort Lauderdale, and Whitney owned a condo in Aspen, Colorado. She appeared to be the wife of a rich businessman. Her secret life showed a completely different side of her, however. In her website photo, her long blackish hai
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