Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

She wanted to make sure that Blair wasn’t staying with Dylan anymore. And just like Richard thought, she wanted to make sure Blair lived in a horrible state.

Blair was disgusted by her. She regretted being friends with her from the beginning. She always thought that Samantha genuinely looked after her and cared for her as a friend should. Only for them to end up like that.

“Oh I see. Okay then I guess you can come. I can’t wait to see you too.” Blair lied.

If possible she didn’t want to see her ever again but she knew it wasn’t possible.

“Oh great! I can’t wait to see you too.” She chirped over the phone.

“Bye, take care. I’ll text you the address tomorrow.” Blair told her.

“Alright, bye!” Samantha exclaimed and dropped the call.

Blair had to think really fast. She dialed Dylan’s number. He picked on the second ring.

“Blair? Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah, uhh. There’s a bit of a situation.” She confessed to him.

“What? What situation Blair? Is everything okay?” His voice suddenly became alert.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not so serious I suppose. So um Samantha called.” She informed him.

“What? She did? When? And what did she say?” He asked endless questions.

“Oh um, she said she wants to come over. I tried to stay in control, I calmly asked why and she gave all sorts of reasons and then I told her to come over. But not here! To where I stay, y’know.” Blair explained in a rush.

“Thank God it’s just that. But it’s dangerous Blair, I feel weird about it.” He told her.

“I know, I know. But I have to do this Dylan, we have to catch her. We need something.” She explained.

“I already prepared an apartment for you in a building that’s about 40 minutes from our house. I prepared it the first time you told me that she called. I spoke to the detective and he gave me permission to rent the place.” He explained to her.

Blair wasn’t so surprised. Dylan did things like that and she was used to it. He was fond of doing things without letting anyone know about it until it was done.

“Really? You did?” She attempted to act surprised.

“Yeah I did. I’ll text you the address now. The rent isn’t so expensive, it’s something that you can afford.” He said.

Blair found it hard to believe that bit because everything Dylan purchased wasn’t cheap nor was it affordable. Except she forced him to get something affordable and not so exorbitant.

“Thank you, Dylan. I don’t know what to say right now. You just saved me.” She appreciated his efforts.

“It’s fine, Blair. I thought that it might come in handy that’s why I did it.” He answered.

“Yeah and it did. Thank you. I better get going so that I can see how it is and make it look like I’ve been there the whole time.” She reasoned.

If Dylan got a house without her knowledge then the house would still look clean. It would be as if no one lived there.

“Good idea. I love you Blair but I have to go now, I’ll talk to you later.” Dylan told her

“Yeah. I love you too, bye.” She hung up.

Blair ran up the stairs to get changed. She wore jeans and a polo shirt and she got an overnight bag and threw all her essentials inside. She took her phone, charger, and keys before she ran back downstairs.

She opened the entrance and locked the doors. It was almost night time. Dylan’s driver was already waiting for her there.

“Good evening ma’am.” He greeted her.

“Evening Gav. I’m sorry to bother you right now. ” She pleaded with him.

“It’s okay ma’am. It’s my job and Mr Lancaster already gave me the address.” He said.

“Oh okay. Let’s go then.” They got into the car and went on their way.

The drive was 43 minutes, Dylan’s prediction was almost correct.

She got out of the car with her bag and thanked Gav.

Blair walked into the building and it looked decent enough.

There was a front desk where newcomers collected their keys and got information about the building.

“Hi, my name is Blair-” the woman cut her off.

“Hi Blair, I received a phone call from a man that a certain Blair rented an apartment here. I’m guessing that is you?” The woman asked. She raised one eyebrow while she stared at her waiting for an answer.

“Yes ma’am, that’s me.” Blair confirmed.

“Okay. Here are your keys, your apartment is on the 4th floor.” The woman instructed, pointing to the elevator behind Blair.

Blair collected the keys.

“Thank you ma’am.” She gave a little nod and walked towards the elevator and pressed the button.

The elevator opened and she got in. There were cameras in the elevator and Blair suddenly became alert.

The elevator stopped at the 4th floor and she got out. Her key had the number 60 inscribed in it.

She walked down the hallway, checking for the room door with the same number as the key.

“Found you.” She stopped in front of the last door on the hallway.

Blair opened the door and stepped inside the apartment.

“Wow.” She breathed.

It wasn’t bad at all. In fact the apartment was beautiful and it didn’t look like it from the outside. Although the main building was pretty as well but not sophisticated.

Dylan did a great job with the apartment. He even made it look like it belonged to her. He fixed some of her old stuff in it and new ones that he knew that she would like.

Samantha would definitely believe that she’d been staying there.

Blair checked the rooms and discovered that it was a two bedroom apartment.

The rooms weren’t big but they were a normal size. Her room contained her bed and wardrobe and dresser. Everything Blair used was inside. Dylan set it up nicely for her and she was truly impressed.

Everything in the house screamed Blair. She set her bag on the bed and then she touched it and laid on it. It was soft and smooth.

Blair moaned. The bed was so comfortable that she wanted to fall asleep on it.

She decided to call Dylan first. So she picked her phone from her back pocket and dialed his number.

“Dylan?” She called him.

“Yes Blair? Are you okay? I’d everything okay with the apartment?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, the apartment is beautiful. It’s so me and you did so well Dylan. I don’t know what to say but I appreciate this. Thank you.” She appreciated him.

“I’m glad you like it. I thought I’d make it look like that since you weren’t there. So at least it would feel like you were.” He sounded as if he was smiling.

“Yeah. Thank you again, Dylan. How is your trip going? Is everything okay over there? She asked him.

“It’s fine, Blair. Everything is going well actually. It’s okay for now and I hope it continues this way.” He answered.

“Yeah, I hope so too. I don’t want you stressed about this.” She complained.

Dylan chuckled.

“Is this your way of saying you love me?” He asked.

“Of course and of course not. You know i always tell you how much I love you.” She said.

“I know but who knows?” He asked playfully.

“What do you mean who knows?” She laughed.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

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Dylan spoke with Blair for over an hour. He was at his hotel already and he was free.

“What if you don’t love me?” He asked playfully.

“You think I don’t?” Blair asked.

“I don’t know.” He answered.

“Hahaha, you better stop that.” She warned.

“What! I need assurance, Mrs. Lancaster.” He said.

“We’re going by your name now?” Blair scoffed.

“Why can’t we? I mean it’s true, you are my wife after all.” He said.

Dylan was in a playful mood that afternoon. The time in Spain was different from the time back home so he wanted to talk to her for as long as he could.

Things were going well in the office in Spain. And soon he would head back home, to Blair.

His heart leaped at the thought. It hadn’t been up to two days since he left and he was missing her so badly already.

“Are you trying to make me blush right now? It’s not working.” She told him as she held her laugh.

“Ohh so we’re playing this game now, yeah? He asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sir.” She feigned ignorance.

“I think you do, mi amor.” Dylan was sure he made her blush. He chuckled softly.

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Was that the best you could do? Really?” Blair wanted a crazy reaction from him.

“If I was with you right now I’d tickle you until you can’t breathe no more.” He told her.

Blair laughed loudly, more like cackled like a witch.

“Yeah, right.” She snorted.

Dylan laughed.

“No, Blair, don’t do it. You know what you do when I tickle you.” He laughed once more.

“Hmph. Whatever, Mr. Lancaster.” She scoffed.

“Exactly. I like that.” He answered with pride.

Blair chuckled.

“You should rest, Dylan. It’s free time now right?” Blair asked.

“Yeah. I finished my work and the meetings early. The issues are getting cleared one by one and I’m so relieved.” He confessed.

“That’s good to hear Dylan. Thank God. I hope you are eating properly too because I know how you can be with food.” She told him.

“Thank you, Blair. And yeah I’m eating properly, in fact, I just had a whole lunch.” He felt proud.

“I’ll believe you for now. If you eat the same way when you’re back then you’re free but if you don’t I will doubt you.” Blair chuckled.

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked.

“Whatever, Dylan.” She answered.

“I guess it’s nighttime there. I should leave you to rest.” Dylan said.

“Yeah, you should rest too. It was nice talking to you, Mr. Lancaster.” Blair thanked him.

“You too, Mrs. Lancaster.” He responded.

“Goodnight Dylan.” She greeted him.

“Goodnight Blair. I love you, baby.” He answered.

“I love you too.” Blair hung up the phone.

They were supposed to talk for only a short time but they ended up talking almost the whole night.

Dylan held his phone to his chest, smiling. He reminisced on how he and Blair played silly jokes like that.

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Blair loved the bathroom in her supposed home. The bathroom was spacious and airy. It had some cupboards, a bathtub, and a shower stall. She liked it when the bathrooms had a tub and shower space.

It was pretty as well, she thought.

She took a quick shower and took out her PJs from the closet; the ones that Dylan packed. It was a crop top and shorts.

Then she strolled into the kitchen to check the cupboards for something to eat. She completely forgot to pack food items and she was hungry.

When she opened the cupboards she was surprised by the things she saw. Rows of instant ramen sat in one cupboard space while the other was filled with canned food.

She opened the other cupboard and found spices, tea, Blair’s favorite instant coffee cereal, and oats.

Blair wondered how Dylan was able to prepare everything. She decided to open the fridge as well and she was shocked as well.

The fridge was almost filled with things.

“Woah! Damn, Dylan.” She whistled.

Everything she could think of was inside the water, drinks, milk, fruits and vegetables, and so many others. She was tempted to call him to ask how it happened but she changed her mind.

Blair remembered that she told him to rest, so she decided not to disturb him.

She heated some water and made her instant noodles with eggs.

After her dinner, she went into the room to rest. She took out her book to read but her phone rang, interrupting her.

She picked it up, it was her dad.

“Blair?” He called.

“Dad. Good evening, how are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m doing fine Blair, thank you. How are you, my dear?” He asked.

“I’m an okay dad. How’s the office? How is mom?” She inquired.

“They’re all okay. Aren’t you going to drop by the house? You haven’t visited in a while.” He coughed slightly.

“Alright. Oh uh, right I haven’t but I will. Soon.” She spoke softly.

“Okay, Blair and make sure you bring Dylan along, okay? Your mother misses you a lot.” He said.

“Sure dad. Yeah, I miss her too and you too.” Blair answered.

“Alright, my dear. I have to go now, I’ll talk later.” Her dad’s voice was thick.

“Yeah sure. Bye, I love you.” She waved at no one in particular, subconsciously.

“Bye dear, love you too.” He hung up the phone.

Blair went back to her book, she was already halfway through as she started the book two or three days ago.

She got a text message from Richard.

‘The days are counting Blair, I hope you understand the stakes.’

It read.

She quickly did a quick look around Incase he was watching her from a camera or something.

Blair concluded that he was the devil’s incarnate because he only called or texted her when she was happy.

She sighed and went back to bed to continue her book. For some reason she couldn’t sleep, she just kept reading her book. The contents of the book played scenarios in her head.

The book reminded her of the first months of her marriage to Dylan. She remembered how they both loathed each other.

Dylan was the one who hated her most. The thought of getting married to her at the time did not sit well with him.

Dylan enjoyed his bachelor days and wasn’t ready to settle down with anybody, especially one that his parents forced on him.

He wanted to get married in his own time but his parents were not ready to listen to that. So he married Blair out of anger and disgust.

He also knew that she didn’t know him, neither did she love him but just like every other woman, she married him because of some debt or because of his wealth.

Until he realized that she felt the same way as him and was forced on him. It wasn’t as if her parents couldn’t afford to take care of her, she practically lived like a princess but she was principled.

Blair never threw her money or possessions at anyone. She was conscious of everyone around her and paid attention to things. She hated the fact that she couldn’t bring her parents out of the hole that they fell into.

To say that her marriage to Dylan was disgraceful for her was an understatement of how she felt. It wasn’t that she cared about what people thought of her, it was that she set down everything she held onto just to marry him.

Including her pride. She had to let go of that.

But while she read the book she was proud that she was his wife. And it was because when they looked past their anger towards the marriage and their parents and truly began to see each other, their hearts opened freely.

Blair smiled as she read the book, a sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Blair finally fell asleep with a smile, she didn’t even think about the threatening message that Richard sent to her. She just slept.

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