Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

The whole cooking experience for Blair was nothing short of relief for Blair. It completely relieved her of stress and overthinking.

Although Donna didn’t let her do much because she wasn’t completely strong, the little that she did made her cheer.

In some other households that Blair came across in the past, the owners of the house barely interacted with their workers. They didn’t talk to them or ask them how they felt about certain rules and certain things that happened in the house. Everything was just as it is, formality was taken seriously.

Blair didn’t want that in her household. She wanted a family, where everyone is treated with respect and kindness. A place where even the security guards were comfortable, where the workers could make friends and be happy.

But that didn’t mean that they were going to be tolerated if they abused her act of kindness towards them. What Blair hated the most was people who took kindness for hours.

“The food is done and ready, Blair,” Donna announced.

“Alright.” Blair danced.

The food smelled so good that Blair sighed happily.

“I’ll go get Dylan.” She told Donna.

“Okay, I’ll serve them in the glass bowls.”

“Good idea, I’ll be back.”

Dylan was in the bedroom, resting and using his phone. He went from Twitter to his company’s website, continuously.

The opened to reveal Blair, Dylan looked up and smiled.

“There’s my favorite person in the world.” He pulled her in for a hug once she got close to him.

“Really,” She giggled as she sat on his lap.

“Yes, I love you.” He kissed her cheek.

“What?” She muttered shyly.

Dylan laughed.

“I know you came here to call me downstairs for lunch.” He got up from the bed.

“Yeah, I did. Now let’s go.” She held his hand and dragged him out of the room and down the stairs.

Donna had already packed some into glass bowls and placed them on the table.

So, Blair took Dylan to the table and made him sit.

He chuckled.

She took his plate and put in some of the food and the beautiful roasted salmon that she made.

“Woah, this is pretty.” He held his cutlery, his mouth watered at the sight before him.

“I know right. It is a cool dish and I’m not sure we’ve had couscous in this house before. So we decided to make it.”

Dylan took a spoonful into his mouth and moaned after 3 seconds.

“Hmm, God. This is so good, I am so lucky to have two great chefs in my home.” That was the last thing he said before he finished his food.

After they tidied up everything and cleaned the dishes, Blair made chamomile tea bags for them and they went back to their bedroom.

Her phone vibrated on the bed, calling her and Dylan’s attention.

She checked the phone and saw that it was a message from Richard. He had promised to send evidence against Samantha in exchange for letting him go in peace.

But both Blair and Dylan knew that Richard wasn’t allowed to go free, maybe Dylan would only convince them to reduce his sentence.

They went through everything he sent and their mouths were left open. Shocked at everything before them, they agreed that Samantha wasn’t joking with them and needed to lock her up as soon as possible.

She was planning something and none of them knew what it was. All they knew was that it was something big and dangerous.

Blair sent every information to the detective. Her phone rang minutes after.

“Ma’am, good evening.” He greeted me.

“Good evening, detective. I’m pretty sure you already received the messages.”

“That’s why I called. Where on earth did you find all of these? I’m so relieved that this came in, if we had even half of these a week ago, we would have been done with this case.” He was exasperated but happy and relieved.

“Richard, he sent them just a few minutes ago.”

Blair explained to him, from when he called, to the whole deal making and to the evidence.

“Wow, that is some big step he took. It depends on you two, if you want to lighten his sentence or not. You can make a plea on his behalf l since he provided evidence.”

The phone was on speaker, so Dylan could hear.

“But it wasn’t as if he gave us the evidence because he wanted to. I’m sure he realized that it’s either Samantha gets rid of him or she makes him take the fall. He must have known that she wouldn’t give him any reward.” Dylan retorted.

“That’s why I said it’s on you, sir. You will and can decide to give him a light sentence or not.” The detective answered him.

“Right, on my part he deserves to go to jail too and spend whatever time he is given. I don’t really care if he gave us information. If he wanted to give us for everyone’s benefit then he wouldn’t want to escape after all the evil he’s done. It’s not just Samantha.” Dylan argued.

“I agree but at least he still gave us information. Oh well, we’ll decide.” She answered.

“Okay, ma’am. I will put these in and submit them tomorrow and then I will prepare the warrant.” Rye detective said.

“Thank you.” She answered.

“No problem.” He hung up the phone.

Blair gave a long sigh and closed her eyes, she smiled.

“Why are you smiling?” Dylan asked, he was fighting his smile too.

“I’m happy, Dylan, and relieved. This whole fiasco is going to end soon.”

“True, we would be free.” He smiled and kissed her lips softly.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah.” She broke the kiss and smiled back at him.

“I can’t wait to actually marry you again.” He grinned and she blushed.

“Stop it.” She moved towards her dresser.

“I’m serious, Blair.”

“I know.” She answered.

“What? You don’t wanna get married? Is it because the contract is expired?” He asked.

“No! No, I just… it’ll be different this time. I’m just a little freaked out. I know the contract ended and I sometimes wondered how we would be. I wondered if we were still actually married, I just thought of weird things.”

Dylan walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her frame.

“Is that why you were acting weird that day? I knew something was up with you. First of all we are still married, second, there is nothing to be scared of. We’re doing this together.” He kissed her forehead.

“Yeah, I’m sorry but I just suddenly remembered. Your mom talked about it so it kinda triggered me. But it wasn’t her fault though, neither was it ours.” She explained.

“I’m sorry, Blair.”

“It’s okay, I love you.” She snuggled into him and he chuckled.

“I hope we can now agree that you use me as your teddy bear.” He scoffed.

Blair hit his chest and he laughed.

“I love you.” He held her tight.

“Better.” She chuckled.

“When are you going to call the doctor, Blair? It’s getting late already.” Dylan told her.

“Uh, soon.” She answered.

Blair didn’t forget it, as it was at the top of her list.

She knew she had to call him soon but she was scared. She also felt that the issue was probably serious and that was why he wanted to talk to her.

“Oh okay then, I just wanted to remind you in case you forgot.” He responded.

“Yeah, don’t worry I won’t forget. I think I should shower first.” She said,

“Alright then,” Dylan answered and let her go.

Blair went into the bathroom with her phone. She sat on the edge of the jacuzzi and dialed his number.

“Good evening, doctor, it’s Blair.” She greeted, her voice was quiet, she didn’t want Dylan to know that she called the doctor on her own.

“Oh, yes Blair. Good evening, how do you feel?” He asked her.

“I feel a bit better, thank you. Dylan told me that you wanted to speak to me.” She told him.

“Ah yes. As he already told you, there’s nothing to be scared of. I want you to come down to the hospital soon, there wasn’t enough sample to do a pregnancy test. I think you might be pregnant, Blair.”

Blair was shocked. Her mouth hung open, she didn’t guess or stop to think that she might be pregnant.

“What if you’re mistaken, sir? I don’t think I’m pregnant, I don’t feel pregnant or anything.” She panicked.

The man laughed.

“That is why I want you to do the test, I might be mistaken and I might not. And you cannot feel pregnant, Blair, only if you are like say 4 or 5 months in already. Depending on the person though.” He explained.

“Oh, okay. I will come for the test.” She told him.

“Good, I’ll be here to receive you, your medications will come in tomorrow.” He answered.

“Okay, thank you, sir.” She responded and he dropped the call.

Blair gave a long sigh. She wondered why or how she would be pregnant when they always used condoms and even when they didn’t, she used contraceptives.

“There’s no way.” She muttered.

She stripped and got into the shower.

By the time she got out of the bathroom, Dylan was asleep. She was in the bathroom for quite a while.

Blair skipped her skincare routine and just climbed into bed.

She couldn’t take her mind off the fact that she could be pregnant. She and Dylan barely spoke about kids. She didn’t know if he was interested in having kids at the time.

Before she fell asleep, she decided that she would go after Sam and Richard had been taken. She didn’t want any complications and decided to avoid any that may arise.

The next morning, Blair woke up first. It was a good day, a day that she would finally be free.

She smiled when she knew what it signified to them.

She felt a bit strong but still skipped her workout routine because she wasn’t sure if her body could take the work.

Blair felt good enough to make breakfast though, so she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth first.

Dylan was still asleep, and it was already 6 am. He said he would go to the office later in the day, say 10 am, and then pick her up later.

They were going to the police station. The police would issue a warrant for Samantha’s and Richard’s arrest by day break.

Blair had seen the text in Dylan’s phone before she slept.

She decided to leave him to sleep well. He had done enough for her since she was ill. And because she didn’t want him to fall ill as well, leaving him to rest properly was the right thing to do.

Blair decided to shower too and since it was still early, go back to sleep as well.

It was a quick shower because she already had her bath last night.

She picked out shorts and a big shirt and went back to bed. Dylan immediately grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her.

“Such a baby, who would have thought.” She chuckled quietly and ruffled his hair.

Blair went back to sleep in minutes.

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“What do you mean he got caught by the police!?” Samantha screamed over the phone.

She had just been informed that one of her partners had been caught by the police.

She paced around her house, anxiety got the better of her.

“How did he get caught?” She asked.

“No idea, ma’am.” The voice on the receiving end answered.

“What do you mean ‘no idea’? He’s always with you guys.” She squeaked.

“He was supposed to go get something from his house but he never came back.”

“Shit, what is this? My plan was going well! ” She screamed and scattered her dining table, destroying everything in sight.

Samantha sincerely hoped that he had not said anything to the police. He knew almost everything about what they had done and what they did.

“I hope he doesn’t tell them anything. Can you please find out? And if you can, let me know why and how the police found him.”

“Sure, ma’am.”

She hung up the phone and screamed in anger.

“Could Blair have found me out?” She asked herself while she paced about.

“No no, there’s no way. Richard…. ”

Samantha texted Richard, informing him of the issue before them.

“My plan was going normal. No one knew anything and Blair was hundred percent fooled by me.” She spoke to herself.

The situation confused her and made her rethink carefully. She sat on her couch and relaxed her head on the headrest.

“If I find out that you lied to me, Blair, I will kill you.” Her voice was cold and hard.

She picked up her phone and dialed Richard’s number. She assumed that if Blair knew the truth already then it would be possible that it was Richard who informed her.

Richard picked up on the third ring, he sounded agitated, like someone in haste.

“Samantha, what is it?” He asked.

“What are you up to?” Samantha asked, she was suspicious.

“Nothing. I heard one of your goons was taken into custody. Aren’t you going to free him?” He asked.

“That doesn’t concern you, you’re not part of us. Apparently, there is a rat in our midst and I need you to help me find who it is. I have a feeling that Blair knows about me and she might be doing something in the background.”

“If there is a rat in your midst then how does that concern me? You just said that I’m not a part of your group or whatever and I don’t even want to be a part. You can find whoever the rat is on your own. It could be Blair but then I’m not sure she knows about you, besides you have a lot of enemies.” Richard answered her, trying to play safe.

Samantha nearly screamed. Everything felt wrong to her and she could feel it.

“Okay then, you’re probably right. But you see, Richard, if I find out that you have been lying to me, I will end you.” She hung up the call.

No one really knew what she was capable of, not even Blair. In fact Blair did not know her at all.

The only reason she became her friend was because Blair had no friends and she pitied her and her parents were rich.

At some point, she actually liked being friends with Blair. Blair was kind, too kind and she gave out freely. She knew how much Blair cherished their friendship and how much she loved her as a friend.

But she just had to marry the man that she had always wanted.

Samantha was infuriated when she found out that Blair was getting married to Dylan. It gave a feeling of hatred towards Blair ever since, she simply hated the fact that she would stay in the same house with Dylan.

When she found out that Dylan had started to fall for her friend, it increased her hatred towards Blair. She tried everything she could to stop it but nothing happened.

And so her next plan was to ruin the love they were growing between them.

And it worked, or so she thought. She was uncertain about it because nothing was happening, Dylan refused to get a divorce. He didn’t want to sign the papers according to Blair and Richard.

It frustrated her and so she had to think of another plan which was to reveal pictures of Dylan that would compel him. But then the person in charge of it was taken into custody.

And she couldn’t speak to him. The whole situation seemed like someone was planning everything, secretly.

Samantha still had one informant, one that would tell her who planned everything.

She sat on her couch, waiting patiently.