The Billionaire That Stole My Heart

CHAPTER 4

-ELYNA

As I arrived at Mr. Dubois' main residence, my visage lightened up as I was faced with an 80,000 square foot Mansion surrounded by beautiful gardenry and waterfalls situated within the gardenry.

"Elyna, this is your new home," announced Mr. Dubois with stretched arms across his body, while putting on a smile.

"Uhm, Mr. Dubois…" I stuttered before being interrupted by Mr. Dubois. "No, I'm not Mr. Dubois, I'm Hugo, your husband," said Mr. Dubois as he prepared to embrace me, but got shoved away by me as I had not fully accepted my new reality.

"Okay, let's go inside," an embarrassed Mr. Dubois said as he held my hands and entered the main door while being greeted by the housemaid.

"Welcome Sir and Madam," said Matilda as she put on a smile as a sign of respect towards the new couple.

"This is Matilda, our housemaid, if you need anything she'll gladly help," said Mr. Dubois with a firm voice while politely pointing towards Matilda. "I'm at your service, mam," responded Matilda towards me, as I responded with a smirky gesture towards Matilda.

As Mr. Dubois and I climbed up the glass-plated staircase as we embarked into our chamber, I was still shocked and stared at the beautiful features that cover the house, fountains being in the living room, huge chandeliers, spacious areas filled with sparkling royal white paint.

"Elyna, I'm not what people portray me as," uttered Mr. Dubois as he took me into his stride as we entered his room. He removed his blazer, and his scented aura permeated throughout the room, causing me to become prey to his seductive actions. He held me across my curvaceous waist and looked deep into my hazel eyes and uttered these words softly while tilting his head in a position to grab a hold of my lips.

"Your beauty is making me weak." I was lost for words as I succumbed to the seductive aura that Mr. Dubois' presence permeated.

I stared deep into his bug-eyes and leaned closer to his lips. Mr. Dubois and I shared a passionate kiss that led us to undress and share an intimate moment, before being disturbed by a phone call from one of Mr. Dubois' secretaries.

"Greetings, Sir, my apologies for the late call. We have secured a meeting with potential investors that are based in New York and require your presence on Sunday morning," alerted Mr. Dubois' personal secretary.

"Okay, send me the intricate details of the meeting today still, and thanks for the update," said Mr. Dubois as one hand was on the phone and the other across the bed as he faced me.

"Elyna, we need to get ready, we are leaving for New York early morning tomorrow," said Mr. Dubois as he got up and looked for his shirt across the bed and buttons himself while leaving the room.

"Okay," I uttered softly, sinking into the bed lost in the moment after the intimate interaction with Mr. Dubois. I had never felt such exhilaration rush through my body. Despite this not being my first time being intimate with a man before, Mr. Dubois had something different about him that I could not comprehend.

"I received a message from Mr. Dubois that we are leaving in three hours," he said as he walked into the room and helped me up.

"Do you have everything you need?" he asked, placing his hands on my waist. He left the room with his shoes.

"Matilda, can you help me pack? We're leaving for New York at 2:00 am," he commanded in a loud voice. Matilda rushed towards my chamber to assist me.

As we arrived at the regional airport, Mr. Dubois and I were greeted by a row of hostesses and the pilot. We entered the Gulfstream private jet, and I was amazed at the lavish lifestyle that Mr. Dubois seemed to live on a daily basis. I was dressed in a tight laced burgundy dress, and Mr. Dubois asked me while holding my arm gently, "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, thank you," I replied, looking away from him.

"What's wrong, Elyna?" he asked when he noticed my sudden change in demeanor.

"Nothing, I'm just disappointed at the way I treated you during the consecration service," I said, gazing at my fidgeting fingers.

"Look here, I understand everything. It must be overwhelming. If I were in your shoes, I would react the same," he said, lifting my gaze with his hand under my chin. I set my gaze onto his, and we locked eyes.

"Come here," he instructed, gently pulling me by the hand across his seat and placing me on his lap to give me a warm hug. As we embraced, our urge to be intimate took over, and we locked lips.

"We have now arrived at our destination," the pilot resounded on the intercom. We arose from our sleep, still fondling each other.

"What a trip!" exclaimed Mr. Dubois, raising his hands above his head and giving me a kiss on my forehead. "Good morning, my angel," he greeted me excitedly.

"Good morning, Hugo," I responded with a gentle voice, surrendering to his unquenchable presence.

"Let's get up. We need to keep going. Our driver is waiting for us," he said, gathering himself and taking hold of his cell phone and notebook as he left the jet, with me catching up behind him.

"Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. Dubois," the driver warmly greeted us as he widely opened the doors of a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

"Take us as fast as possible to my residence in Carnegie Hills," commanded Mr. Dubois with a solid and firm voice.

"Yes, sir," the driver responded unapologetically. My view of Mr. Dubois' accumulated wealth widened as I realized that my perception of his wealth was a mere insult. I was about to witness all the riches that were about to befall me.

"I've received the documents, but not the address of the meeting. Please send it to me asap," commanded Mr. Dubois as he rang his personal secretary, who was responsible for arranging the meeting with the prospective investors.

"We've arrived, sir," the driver uttered as the doors of the Phantom automatically opened inside the gated estate that was now my new home.

"Elyna, this is one of our homes in New York," Mr. Dubois announced as his assistants took both our luggage within the comfort of our home.

"Wow, it's beautiful," I said, amazed at what my eyes beheld.

As we stepped into our wide-spaced residence, I turned in a circular motion as I contemplated my new surroundings. "It's huge, spacious, and very beautiful," I exclaimed.

"My beauty surpasses it," Mr. Dubois said as he grabbed me by my waist and placed his lips firmly on mine before removing them and remembering the reason for being in New York.

"I got to change, as I need to get going, Matilda prepare for us breakfast," he said as he rushed towards his chamber.

I strolled across the mansion, catching glimpses of the fifty bedrooms that are housed within this gigantic 60,000-square-foot mansion. "Mr. and Mrs. Dubois, breakfast is served," announced Matilda, as Mr. Dubois rushed downstairs towards the dining area while buttoning up his barrel cuffs.

"Thanks, Matilda, but where's Elyna?" inquired Mr. Dubois.

"She's on the other side of the mansion. I'll go get her," responded Matilda as she made her way to the other side of the mansion to find me.

"Here she is, sir," responded Matilda as I walked beside her.

"Elyna, I'm on my way to meet the investors I told you about. I've just got a message from my personal assistant of where the meeting is located. I'll be back before 15h00. I love you," a rushing Mr. Dubois said as he finished up his breakfast and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead before departing home and making his way to the meeting. I had completely fallen in love with Mr. Dubois from our intimate moment in the private plane, and my gaze was completely on him as the only man I intended to live for.

"Hi there, is this Elyna Dubois?" inquired a firm male voice on the other end of the call.

"Yes, and you are?" I replied with curiosity befalling my conscious.

"Yes, I'm the head of the investigative search team of the Elegancy Group," replied the other end of the call.

"Investigative search team? Where's Hugo?" I asked anxiously, my eyes lighting up in awe.

"Mam, Mr. Dubois whereabouts cannot be traced, and we suspect he has been kidnapped earlier today," announced the investigative officer.

"What? How? Aren't you guys with him at the meeting?" I exclaimed as my hand wrapped around my countenance, feeling severe headaches creeping in, and collapsed immediately.

"Mrs. Dubois, Mrs. Dubois," a sympathetic Matilda confronted me as my consciousness returned at a slower pace and my vision became slightly more vivid. I discovered that my current environment did not resemble our Carnegie Hills mansion.

"Matilda, where am I? How did I get here, where's Hugo?" I inquired with a voice above a whisper, as questions began to cloud my worried mind, and I tried my best to gather the strength to sit up straight.

"No, mam, there's no need for that. The doctor said you need to relax. Everything will be okay. We are in the hospital, mam. You collapsed, and I had no choice but to invite medical advice," responded Matilda with worry written all over her countenance.

"Where's Hugo?" I insisted with my voice slightly above a whisper as I noticed my hands tied to an intravenous line.

"The doctor said you lost water once you fainted, and the moment you gather enough water, we will soon be out of here,"

unapologetically answered Matilda with a quirky voice as she could sense my commanding gestures, despite being bed-stricken.

I was told by the doctor that I was free to leave, but she insisted that I shouldn't worry too much as it could result in me coming back and possibly staying for a longer period than expected. She handed me my medications and instructed me to read the labels to keep myself perfectly fine.

"Thank you Doc," I replied.

"You are most welcome. Just make sure you take these medications regularly for the next 24 hours, as it will help you rehabilitate faster," the doctor replied as she ushered us out of the consultation area.

As we made our way towards the car, confusion took precedence in my mind as I was still trying to make sense of my new life that had just started 48 hours ago. All the events that had taken place, from finding imperceptible wealth and unsought love to the kidnap of my newfound soul mate and unprecedented short-term illness, left me feeling overwhelmed.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and I saw a message from the head investigative search officer.

"Greetings, Mrs. Dubois, we have conducted searches on the prospective investors that had a meeting with Mr. Dubois, but to our surprise, their identity as well as the residence has failed all security tests, and have been found to be fraudulent."

"Huh, didn't they check this information before proceeding with the meeting?" I muttered as I browsed my call logs for the search officer's number.

"Yes, Mrs. Dubois," the search officer replied on the other end of the call.

"Why weren't the security checks done prior to placing the meeting?" I inquired as I grabbed the medication package and continued walking.

"No, mam, that's not the norm of how we operate, as Mr. Dubois' clients are of a very broad range," the search officer explained.

"Broad range?...what do you mean?" I asked as confusion set in once again.

"We deal with people from all sorts of life, some do not avail their identity, and in this case, the prospect investors offered a bargain, and we could not resist the offer as an organization and had to act fast, as the deal was set to expire before we did not act swiftly," the search officer replied, describing the circumstances that allowed them to take such a risk.

"Okay, I understand, but what's next?" I insisted, anxiously awaiting a positive answer regarding the search for my kidnapped husband.

"Mrs. Dubois, we tried our best but could not figure out any other means to gather more significant information, but our team is still on the search," the search officer responded with a softer voice.

"What? Have you informed the local police department and local search team?" I asked, commanding the search officer to take action.

"On the verge of doing that right away mam," the search officer responded with a trembling voice.

I hung up the phone and took my medications before strutting towards the bathroom for my morning shower.

"Elyna, you have a visitor with an important message for you regarding Mr. Dubois," Matilda reported at the door of my chambers.

"Okay, I'm on my way Matilda," I responded as I dressed up swiftly to see the visitor.

As I made my way to the living room where the important visitor awaited, my mind was pounding with questions. "Who is this person and what important information does he want to tell me?"