6 Months With The Billionaire

Chapter Four

Steffany:

I was absolutely shocked when I saw who the intruder was - Don Mario. He had on a black top, jean shorts, and a cowboy hat. It was him, and I couldn't believe we had forgotten to lock our doors, something we always did. I guess we were too caught up in the excitement.

I noticed the clock on the wall as he gave me a rueful smile. It was 9:40 pm, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here.

"Look who's scared. Or aren’t you?" He taunted with his eerie red eyes fixed on me. His voice made me shiver. It always did. I noticed he started scanning the house, and in an instant, his focus turned to my sister, who was trembling in fear.

"What do you want, Don?" I mustered the courage to speak up, diverting his attention away from my sister. It seemed to work, as he walked over and squatted in front of me.

"You really don't know why I'm here?" He asked,and in an instant,he made a whistle sound. It was at that moment I saw his group, about four of them, entering the house.

"I'm here for my what belongs to me.," he stated, pointing at my sister with a smug grin.

"We thought you gave us four weeks. It hasn't even been a week!" I yelled, hoping he could hear my frustration. He did, but he didn't seem to care.

"I couldn't care less. My words stand, no matter what," he said, pausing to stroke his beard before continuing.

"Unless you've got my money. And I know you don't, which is just pathetic!" He laughed, and I glared at him, seething.

"Hat, go tie up this girl!" He pointed to a chubby guy by the entrance. I knew he was referring to my sister, and I couldn't let that happen. It seemed like the tables had turned.

"I've got the money, so let her go!" I blurted out, and immediately the room erupted in laughter. Don Mario stopped when he saw that I wasn't fazed by it.

"What did you say?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I said I have the money." I stood up and rushed to my room. In a matter of seconds, I returned with a small bag. I had withdrawn the money and packed it, ready for whenever he came to collect. What would have happened if I hadn't taken this chance? Would my only sister have been taken away? I couldn’t think of that.

I was over the moon with joy, having managed to get he money,even before he showed up,which was unexpected. As I walked over to where he was and placed the bag in front of him, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. He eyed me skeptically, but his doubt quickly turned into shock as he opened the bag and saw the money inside. A whole lot of it.

"Wow, where did you manage to get this money? Stolen, huh?" He quipped, smirking at me after he finished counting and confirming it was all there.

"I don't think that's any of your concern,Don. I guess You have your money in full. It’s time to leave, you can go now." I replied firmly, though a surge of fear washed over me as I spoke those words.

His companions seemed ready to attack, their anger flaring, but Don Mario stopped them in their tracks.

"Very well then,Steffany. Hope our paths never cross again. Have a nice life!" He declared, tossing the bag to a shorter guy across from him. With that, they all exited the house, slamming the door so hard it nearly deafened us.

I hissed so loudly and rushed to my sister, who was trembling and drenched in sweat. She clung to me tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Thank you so much, Sis. I love you more than words can say," she stammered, overcome with emotion. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her to that monster. I believe I made the right choice. It was time for us to experience a taste of luxury.

The next morning, Sebastian contacted me, informing that I needed to move in soon. I needed to see his parents. In the days that followed, I spent my time shopping for the finest dresses and accessories. I wanted to make sure I looked impeccable.

It was time to leave. A large car pulled up at our house, an unmistakable sign that it was for none other than Sebastian. The driver assisted me in packing my belongings, and as the time to leave approached, tears began to stream down Elise's face,for the third time that day. That was the first time in our lives that we would be separated for an extended period,as long as six months.

After bidding her a final farewell as I sat in the car, the engine roared to life and the car sped away. The sensation of being in the car was delightful, with the cool air from the air conditioner gently brushing against my face, evoking a smile. The last time I had experienced such a ride was when I followed my boss to make a drink delivery. I worked tirelessly that day, and since then, I had only gazed longingly at passing cars.

My thoughts meandered towards the idea of being a wife, specifically the wife of a wealthy and somewhat arrogant billionaire. At the age of 25, I felt as though my life was just beginning.

"Excuse me, ma'am, we've arrived," the driver's voice interrupted my reverie, rousing me from my daydreaming as he rapped on the window. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized we had reached our destination.

Stepping out of the car, I was greeted by a sight that left me in awe. The building before me was grand, elegant, and incredibly spacious. It seemed like a slice of paradise. Sebastian's father was undeniably wealthy. A sigh escaped my lips as the driver carefully retrieved my luggage. Suddenly, three ladies, presumably the housemaids, appeared and courteously bowed.

"Welcome, ma'am. He's waiting for you inside. Allow us to guide you," one of the ladies said, taking hold of my bags and leading the way indoors. The other two maids attended to the rest of my belongings, leaving me free of any burden. Could this be the experience of the affluent?

After going through several twists and turns, we finally entered the living room, where Sebastian was seated. The maids curtsied to him, and he approached me, enfolding me in a warm embrace. It felt almost surreal, especially when he offered a compliment.

"You look absolutely stunning," he remarked, his gaze sweeping over me as I stood there in my fitted black dress, accentuating my curves. I struggled to comprehend why someone like Sebastian would deliver a compliment. Then it hit me: the maids were present, likely the reason for his affable demeanor.

"They'll escort you to our room. Once my parents arrive, they'll send for you," he informed me before returning to his prior seated position without another word.

‘Our room?’ The thought of sharing a room crossed my mind, and I hoped fervently that it wouldn't be the case.

"Thank you, and I'll certainly reach out if I require anything," I responded with a grateful smile as the maids set down the luggage and exited the room. My eyes took in every detail of the room, and oddly enough, a particular portrait on the wall captured my attention. Despite the room's lavish decor and ample illumination, the portrait gave me an uneasy feeling. The woman in the painting bore a striking resemblance to me, with the only difference being our eye colors.

Stepping away from the bed, I approached the portrait for a closer inspection. Just then, the door swung open, revealing one of the maids who had been there earlier.

"I apologize for not knocking before entering, ma'am," she stammered, her head lowered.

"It's no problem. Did you come to fetch something?" I inquired of her.

"Yes. Mr. Sebastian request your presence. His family has arrived," she explained before leaving abruptly, without waiting for my response. However, her haste didn't concern me. Adjusting my dress, I headed downstairs.

Upon entering the living room, I noticed an elderly woman who undoubtedly had to be Sebastian's mother seated on his right, with his father occupying the left side. The family resemblance between him and his father was striking.

My attention was then drawn to a lady of nearly my age seated opposite, her gaze fixed on me as she began speaking immediately.

"Is this your wife, brother? Is she?" Her posture grew more alert, and she began tapping her foot impatiently on the floor. It became apparent she was his sister.

"Yes, any issues?" Sebastian responded, seemingly unfazed by her words.

"If she is, then she can't possibly be your wife," she retorted, abruptly standing up.

"Andrea?" I exclaimed, my heart racing.

"What? You two know each other?" Sebastian became visibly more intrigued by the unfolding drama, but all I could manage was an exasperated eye roll.