Sold To Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 5

“9:15 a.m,” I read the time from my watch - a new addition to my wardrobe thanks to Jacob.

I had about forty-five minutes to find out the truth or at least get closer to it.

My eyes were trained on the woman in the mirror. Her long raven black hair had been tied into a neat bun, framing my heart-shaped face. A short black dress adorned her, tightly fitting at her bust and waist area before freely flowing to the top of her knees. Her lips were decorated with strawberry-red lipstick which looked spell bounding against her porcelain white skin.

“Maybe I finally fit into the look of a billionaire’s wife,” I thought aloud, still examining myself in the mirror.

Feeling satisfied with my new look, I scurried downstairs, making my way to the Price Garden. My body tingled with a new-found sense of adventure and fright. A part of me advised against this and feared that I would only get in trouble, but the better part of me knew that this was the only way to save my father.

The garden looked as beautiful as it always did. A plethora of flowers adorned it as well as a vast plantation of vegetables. With a water fountain and a bench sitting in the middle.

What was different was the figure in a suit that sat on the bench.

“Mrs. Price,” the strange figure called.

Being referred to as Mrs. Price sent a chill down my spine. I had only been married for a few hours and the new treatment I was getting felt foreign. Needless to say, I felt like an imposter.

“Who are you?”

The strange figure turned only to reveal a man that I believed to be in his late thirties. He wore a thick beard and carried a calculated look in his eyes.

“Someone who can help.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned, moving closer to this stranger. “Are you the one that gave me that letter?” I asked in a low voice.

His face gave nothing away as he spoke. “Yes, I am said person.”

Anger rose from my core and my neck burned with fury. “You are the reason my father had to go through all of that,” I spar through my teeth.

“Why couldn't you pick another family to ruin?”

“Why did it have to be my father?” I asked again when he gave no response.

“My poor father,” I choked out.

The lack of emotion from the stranger only made me angrier. He just sat there and looked at me like I was some sort of mad woman. My fingers clenched and unclenched thinking of the best thing to do in a situation like this but nothing came to mind.

“If you’re done can we now talk?” The man asked as if my outburst earlier had meant nothing.

I was still curious to hear what he said. “Yes,” I barely managed to answer.

“I am Mr. Beaumont, an old lawyer of the Price family,” He started.

I sat down to listen to him.

“This family is dangerous. I have worked for the Price family for years. I have worked relentlessly and tirelessly, pushing myself to answer to the whims of a mad man and I am tired.” His fists clenched and a vein protruded with each word he said.

“Three years ago, Mr. Price got into a disagreement with a rival company, the Reynolds family. He had been dating one of the daughters without anyone’s knowledge,” He continued.

“What does my husband’s ex have to do with me?”

His head fell back as an acidic laugh fell from his throat.

“You’re in a lot of danger, Mrs. Price.”

My head only swelled in confusion as the minutes passed by. “How am I in any danger?”

“Mr. Reynolds will do anything in his power to ruin the Price family and that includes you.”

My heart beat painfully against my ribcage. The impact almost made it hard to beat, as I found myself in a coughing frenzy.

“Don’t try to die yet. It's too early,” Mr. Beaumont snarled.

I tried to calm myself down as I pat my chest.

“You could survive though. That is only if you join me and work for Mr. Reynolds. We can take down the price family together.”

I gasped. “Why do you think that I would ever join you?” I spat. Anger and malice are evident in my voice.

“You would if I told you he killed Mr. Reynolds's daughter,” He finished.