Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

After an hour of tracking the number, his team was able to find the driver of the taxi that she took. They also found his address and every other thing that was necessary. The man was just doing his job of taking someone in his car so Dylan couldn’t blame him.

The only thing he wanted to know was where he took his wife. So Dylan and a few bodyguards paid the driver a visit.

Knock knock. He tapped on the man’s door. Dylan was not planning on resorting to violence, as Blair would say. He fucking missed her.

The driver opened his door.

“Good afternoon sir, how may I help you?” He asked.

Dylan did not waste time asking his questions.

“Do you happen to remember a certain woman that you carried in your car last night?” He asked.

“Uh you have to be a little specific sir, I carried different people last night.” The man answered.

Dylan chuckled.

” Really? Okay then. She seemed to be wearing a purple jumpsuit.” He described.

The man scratched the back of his head, thinking about anybody by that description.

“You see that woman is my wife and she’s missing right now. She got into your taxi and since then we couldn’t get a hold of her.” He smiled devilishly.

It clearly shook the man and he opened his eyes wide. Dylan immediately changed from gentleman to the devil’s incarnate.

Dylan moved closer to whisper in the man’s ears.

“I want you to try harder. I will not repeat myself after this. Where did you fucking drive her to?” He asked with a cold voice.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I-I-I can’t r-r-remember s-sir” he stammered.

Dylan laughed, really hard and then frowned. The whole display shocked his guards as well, they had never seen their boss act so crazy before.

“Okay then” he answered.

“The pictures. He thinks I’m joking” he scoffed with a smirk. He gestured towards one of the men behind him and he was handed some pictures immediately.

Dylan already collected pictures of his family, he even knew where they lived and he planned to use that to his advantage. He held the man by the back of his neck and dragged him so he would see what was in the picture.

“Do you recognise these people? I’m sure you do. Like I said I will not repeat myself again, I will leave you to decide” Dylan said to him.

The man became scared. He knew he was in trouble but he couldn’t remember the woman, he thought.

Until…

“Wait wait, I think I remember something now. There was someone I carried uh she looked really fancy, rich and all. She seemed to be crying, I don’t know. She didn’t even respond when I asked her where she was going. But she later did.” He explained

Dylan stopped in his tracks.

“And where is the place?”

“Uhh it was an apartment building near Palmer street sir. I think Skylark was the name of the building but I don’t know the apartment she went into” he continued.

“Palmer street you said? Skylark. Hmm” Dylan gave the man a sweet smile.

The man cleaned his sweaty forehead with his palms.

“I’m s-s-sorry sir.” He begged.

“Now wasn’t that easy? You just saved my wife and I owe you” he chuckled, patting his back.

He left his house and drove off together with his bodyguards.

He kept thinking about what she was doing in Skylark’s building. All Dylan knew was that he was going to find out.

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Blair woke up when it was already dark. Her stomach growled loudly and she thanked God that no one was around to hear it.

“Argh” she screamed when her hands hit the bed.

“Shit” she cursed. Blair forgot that her hands were bandaged.

She sighed when she remembered everything that happened earlier. Words could not express how embarrassed she felt, especially when she recalled her quarrel with Richard.

Blair wasn’t the type to act without thinking, she was careful in everything that she did and therefore knew that what she said to Richard was wrong. And even if they were true she shouldn’t have brought them up in that manner.

She stretched towards the bed side table and took her phone. She almost turned it on when she remembered that she turned it off for a reason and that she didn’t want anyone to call her.

It was dark outside and Blair wondered what the time was as she couldn’t check her phone. She got up from the bed and tried opening the door with her elbows as she was unsuccessful with her hands.

The door opened and she walked through the hallway to the kitchen. Thirsty, she took a cup and was ready to fill it with water when it slipped from her hands and broke into pieces.

“Fuck! What’s with this bandages” she hissed.

Blair was about to clean up the mess when she heard a door open and close.

“Blair? Is that you?” He asked quietly.

“Uh yeah it’s me. I’m sorry the cup slipped from my hands when I wanted to have some water. I can’t get anywhere with these.” She held out her bandaged hands.

Richard chuckled and held her hands.

“Come, sit down here. I’ll give you a glass and clean this up.” He smiled as he led her to the counter chair.

He filled a glass with water and handed it over to her. Then he picked up the broom and cleaned up the broken glass.

“Next time be careful. If you need help just let me know and I will help you as much as I can” he told her.

“Thank you Richard.” She gave him a faint smile and he smiled back.

“I also wanted to apologize for the things I said earlier. I- it wasn’t like that, I just- wasn’t myself.” Blair said remorsefully.

“It’s okay. I understood everything, that’s why I only sympathized with you. And I only responded that way because I wanted to get through to you.” He explained.

“Thank you. I just, the whole thing was too overwhelming for me. It was as if I got hit by a truck” Blair chuckled while she explained.

“I’m sorry about the whole thing. And you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to talk about it.”

Richard knew that the only way he could get to her was by being cautious and less compelling.

He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable because he would have to start all over again. He planned to win her over bit by bit.

“Thanks,” she replied.

“So how about I make you dinner? You haven’t eaten since last night. Besides you need to take your meds” he reasoned.

“Alright but are you sure you can?” She asked.

“Sure why not, I know how to cook my own food you know” he smirked.

“Okay then” she chuckled.

Blair watched as he worked his hands. Chopped, diced, flipped and everything kitchen worthy. He did it better than Dylan.

Dylan…. She thought. Her expression changed instantly but switched back as if it didn’t switch before.

Blair was no doubt still hurt from the whole thing but she didn’t want to let it break her beyond repair. She felt way worse than when Richard left her.

Richard glanced at her and found her staring into space again.

“Blair?” He called.

No answer.

“Blair?” He called again

No answer.

“Blair!” He snapped his fingers in front of her, making her jump. A tear slipped from her eye and she quickly brushed it off.

“Oh I’m sorry. Must have zoned out” she said embarrassed.

Richard walked over to where she sat, holding her hands.

“Blair, stop thinking too much. You have to breathe now.” He advised.

She gave a small nod.

“Now your food is almost ready and I need you to clean up your mood and try to enjoy this speciality” he ordered. She smiled a bit.

He served her food and placed it in front of her. The food had a nice aroma, she thought.

She took a spoonful into her mouth, chewing slowly.

“Hmmm. Wow, it’s actually delicious Richard. When and how did you learn to cook?” She asked, fascinated by it. She took another bite.

“Thank you, I knew you would like it though. I learned it while I was away. I just felt like I needed to learn how to cook my own meals so I watched shows and YouTube.” He responded.

“Wow. That makes a lot of sense, you know. You should keep it up, it’s so good!” she exclaimed.

“Thanks” he appreciated her words.

Richard wasn’t the type to cook, but he learned it anyway. And now that she liked it, it made him want to do more.

Blair cleared her plate and she didn’t leave anything behind. It wasn’t like she had an appetite but the food was really good and she didn’t want to waste it and then make him feel bad. So she had to finish the food, she couldn’t wash the plates though.

“Wow. Hand it over, I’ll clean the plate. You can do that with your hands.” He said.

“Thank you,” she said.

“It’s okay. Would you like a coffee? I was about to make myself a cup.” He told her.

“Yes please. Thanks” Blair replied.

” Alright then. You should sit on the couch so it would be more comfortable” he advised.

“Okay” she answered.

Blair sat on the couch. She didn’t bother to turn on the TV because she was scared of what she might find.

She knew Dylan and she was aware of the things that he was capable of doing if something or someone messed with him.

She had left him waiting for her at the restaurant. Blair realized that she did lots of things without thinking. Blair couldn’t blame herself though. She wished the person who sent the pictures had considered their date.

She really wanted to go on that date with him and to hear what he couldn’t tell her over the phone.

It broke her heart that she didn’t see it coming. That they couldn’t have one more date before everything fell apart. She knew in her heart that she missed him but he didn’t want her. She thought.

Blair and Richard sipped their coffee on the couch. Blair had taken a blanket and wrapped herself with it.

“Richard. Can i ask you a favour?” Blair asked.

“Yeah sure” you replied.

“Incase Samantha asks you, please don’t tell her that I’m here? She would freak and probably tell my parents or Dylan. I don’t want to be found yet” she explained.

“It’s alright. Your secret is safe with me” he smiled and placed his hands over his chest.

“Thank you” she smiled back.

Blair had a few questions that she wanted to ask Richard. She finally pushed the thought of Dylan to the back of her mind. What she wanted to know was Richard’s excuse, his excuse for leaving her, the reason.

She kept her cup on the table in front of her and turned to him. Richard looked up from what he was doing on his phone and stared back.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. I wanted to ask you something.” She said,

“Okay-y, I’m listening.” He answered.

She cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry to bring this up but, why? Why did you leave? Especially when we were supposed to get married.” She asked.

His hand shook a bit, he was clearly thrown off guard by the question. His countenance changed immediately, his eyes turned cold and body became rigid.

He cleared his throat but couldn’t seem to answer her question.

“Richard?” She called.

“Blair I-” he started but she cut him off.

“You know what you don’t have to tell me. It’s fine, I understand. I’ll just go to bed, thanks again for dinner.” She gave him a small smile before leaving the living room.

She didn’t give him a chance to reply as she walked straight to her room and shut the door behind her.