Not Until I Met Him
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Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty-one img
Chapter 22 Twenty-two img
Chapter 23 Twenty-three img
Chapter 24 Twenty-four img
Chapter 25 Twenty-five img
Chapter 26 Twenty six img
Chapter 27 Twenty-seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty-eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty-nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty-one img
Chapter 32 Thirty-two img
Chapter 33 Thirty-three img
Chapter 34 Thirty-four img
Chapter 35 Thirty-five img
Chapter 36 Thirty-six img
Chapter 37 Thirty-seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty-Eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty-nine img
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Chapter 46 Fourty-six img
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Chapter 53 Fifty-Three img
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Chapter 55 Fifty-Five img
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Chapter 60 Sixty img
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Chapter 9 Nine

SCARLETT

I walked back and forth from my wardrobe to my suitcase on the bed, packing the little clothes I had. As I packed, a lot of thoughts ran through my mind. This contract marriage is meant to be a secret, at least that was what I was told.

I sighed as I kept packing, so this was going to be my life now. Damien Blackwell's fake wife. It was 8am in the morning so I was doing my best to be fast in packing my things before Damien's driver would come for me.I wouldn't want to delay him.

I was yet to tell Jasmine about all of this, I was kinda scared and skeptical about telling her, what would she think of me? Do I tell her the truth or just lie about it? But she was my best friend. I was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.

I had called the restaurant earlier, telling them I would no longer be working for them. I apologized profusely for stopping the job, barely after a week I got the job. I know it was bad of me to break up with the restaurant over the phone but I just couldn't face them, they have been nothing but good to me.

I stared into the three suitcases I had packed checking to see if I had taken all I needed. I had my clothes, the few shoes i had, bags, hair care products, skin care products.

I contemplated wether to take my toiletries but then I decided it wouldn't probably be necessary. Just as I was clicking the suitcases closed, I heard the honking of a car. I peeped through my window and saw a very expensive looking Ford waiting for me.

I didn't know much about cars so I couldn't tell which Ford it was but I can tell you that even a blind man can tell this car was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. I dragged the three suitcases outside, closed the doors and left the keys under the foot mat.

The man came down from the car, he was a middle aged looking man, he wore a friendly smile as he said hi before helping me with my suitcases. As I followed behind him to the car, dragging the last suitcase behind me , it then occured to me. I don't recall giving this man my home address.

I thought for a while how he knew my address and it can only boil down to one fact. I was indeed dealing with a billionaire. My house address wouldn't be a hard thing to get.

Soon enough the car stared moving and I rested my head on the car's window, watching the city of Chicago go by. I closed my eyes and I didn't even know when I fell asleep. I don't know how long the drive was but I opened my eyes to the driver calling me and announcing we had arrived.

I opened my eyes, taking in the scenery in front of me and I was left in awe. Was this a house or paradise? He lived in a freaking glass house mansion? The beauty of this house was better left to the description of one's imagination, because words fail to describe this house. I got down from the car and I didn't know I was smiling at the sight of this house, it was just beautiful.

The driver which I now knew as Mr Buckley, lead me into the house. I was aweing at the exterior but the interior was better. Money ruled this world, no arguments on that. We came across just a single maid cleaning the house, she gave me a friendly smile while Mr Buckley Lead me on.

I thought he'd have his house flocking with maids and chef, I guess I was wrong about that. We came to a halt in front of a door, and Mr Buckley pushed it open.

He helped me drag my suitcase in, and the room was 2 times larger than my previous room. The interiors of the room were simple, decorated to the taste of a modern lady. I simply loved the room. I thanked Mr Buckley as he walked out before closing the door behind him.

The room had a walk-in closet, which I scoffed at because I didn't even have half enough clothes to fill it up. I closed the doors to the closet and went on to check what looked like the bathroom. The bathroom had a fucking jacuzzi!! I screamed with excitement at the sight if it.

The interiors of the bathroom were gold themed and it was nice. Then there was the full length mirror, the dressing table and the king sized bed. I started unpacking immediately and few minutes into what I was doing, I got a call from Jasmine.

"Hey Jas" I called into the the phone as I plopped down on the bed.

"Scarlett where did you run off to? I just got home and your room is completely empty. What's going on?" She asked, I could hear scuffling in the background.

"I'm sorry Jasmine I would have called you but I didn't want to disturb your time with Cole so I planned on callIng you this morning but it completely skipped my mind"

"Okayyyy, what's going on" she asked me patiently waiting for me to reply her.

I battled within myself on what to tell her. Should I just lie about it or should I tell her the truth. I finally reached a decision.

"I came across a job that will require me to be living there and the pay is good, it's enough to pay my mum's surgery bills too"

"What kind of job pays three hundred and fifty thousand dollars?" She asked me skeptically.

"Well not exactly that much but I talked to the person who hired me and asked her if she could pay me in advance and she was generous enough to agree to it."

" What kind of job is it scar?"

Oh crap! What do I tell her now. I didn't want to lie to her but I had to. I didn't have a choice.

"It's a babysitting job. The woman is super rich hence the huge amount of money"

She went on to ask me how I met "this woman" and I went ahead to tell her she came with her kids to the restaurant the previous day and since she's mostly out of the country it required me living with the twins.

She believed me but I know not completely but atleast for now we could work with that. She further went on and told me to be careful abd that she loved me. I bade her goodbye and finished unpacking. When it was lunch, the maid brought me lunch and the rest of the day I spent doing absolutely boring.

When night came, I ate dinner and prepared for bed. Just as I settled into bed to sleep, I heard the sound of a car. He was back

            
            

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