Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

Dylan was back in his office with the usual workload that he always had. He signed papers, attended meetings and worked like a mad man. The day was also a hectic day for him.

The whole issue with Blair was still left unsettled. He didn’t know what to do in regards to that and he couldn’t keep thinking about it as well.

So he had to resume back to the office as soon as he could.

He finished the last of his work when it was already dark. So he decided to go home.

His phone rang. He checked the caller ID and he saw that it was the detective that was calling.

He picked the call.

“Detective.” Dylan Called.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Good evening, Mr Lancaster” he greeted.

“Dylan please. Just call me Dylan” he said. He was tired of hearing Mr Lancaster, his office colleagues addressed him like that and he didn’t want everyone to do so.

“Alright, Dylan. I was able to get more info on the pictures sir. Oh sorry Dylan.” He quickly corrected himself.

“Oh really. What is the outcome then?” He asked the detective.

“They were manipulated, sir. We tried to get the original faces back but it seemed like the person who did it did not want to be caught. Getting the picture back to normal didn’t work, it ruined the entire picture.” He explained.

Dylan rubbed his head in frustration. Now it would be hard to actually find the person in the picture. He groaned internally.

“Is there something we can do about it?” He asked the detective.

“I’m afraid nothing sir, although we can try to track the sender of the pictures. If they used any database address or something like that.” He explained.

“Okay then” Dylan agreed.

“I will let you know if anything new comes up,” the detective assured him.

“Thank you.” Dylan said.

“It’s my job, Dylan. Enjoy the rest of your night” the detective dropped the call.

Dylan gave a long sigh. He just wanted to go home and sleep. The following day was a Saturday and he already planned what he would do.

He left his office. The halls were empty and most of his workers had already gone home.

“Have a nice night sir” the security greeted.

“You too James. Thank you” he replied.

He got into his car and drove off to his house.

He arrived home and went straight to his room. He didn’t feel like eating dinner, he just wanted his wife.

For days, Dylan slept on their bed with a piece of her clothing in his hands. It was either a night dress or a shirt or a dress. Everything smelled like her.

He took a shower and got into bed, holding her shirt this time. He drifted off to sleep.

The next day was a Saturday and Dylan planned his day already. He would work out and then play games all day. He made sure he had no leftover work from the office. He finished all his work before going home the night before.

He got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

After he brushed his teeth, he hot ready to go to the gym.

Dylan worked himself until he couldn’t think anymore, he made sure he worked himself so hard that he sweated a river.

As he worked out, someone tapped his shoulders.

He removed his air pods and stopped the treadmill he was working on and looked behind him. It was Samantha.

He groaned internally.

“Hi Dylan” she greeted.

“Hi,” he answered.

“I see you’re working out?” She asked.

As you can see, he thought.

“Yeah” he replied.

“Can we talk?” She asked.

He sighed.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he answered.

“Alright then” she said.

He followed her to a spot where they could talk.

“I’ll just go straight to the point” she started.

He gave a slight nod. He was only doing this because she was Blair’s friend, if not he wouldn’t have given her any audience.

They clearly didn’t like each other.

“I spoke to Blair. She told me everything that happened. I warned her about you but she didn’t listen to me. She was in love with you” she told him.

Dylan scoffed. He didn’t know what she was playing at but he hoped that she wasn’t trying to annoy him.

She sighed.

“She’s not really in a good place so please don’t bother her? Let her be.” She finished.

“Okay. Can I go back to what I was doing?” Dylan asked. He didn’t have time for her pep talk.

Samantha was surprised by his response but she kept quiet.

“Okay then.” She nodded and left.

“Witch,” he muttered and turned back and went to work on his treadmill.

After his workout routine he went home. He took a shower and ate breakfast.

After his breakfast Dylan set up his game console. He remembered that Blair got it for him as a gift because the one he used before stopped working and he was so pissed.

He hadn’t used the new one since she bought it, until now.

He sighed. Almost everything in the house reminded him of Blair and he couldn’t help it. He missed her with each day that passed.

Dylan played his games for hours, he drank alcohol when he was thirsty and ate nothing for lunch.

Dylan felt his life would forever be boring without her.

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Blair sat in the room that was given to her. She sat there for hours, thinking.

“It’s time to go home” she decided and said to herself.

She didn’t have anything to pack as she didn’t bring a bag or anything.

She set out the purple jumpsuit that she wore that night and her shoes.

Blair went out the door to inform Richard that she was leaving.

“Okay then, if you want to leave I will not stop you. I don’t want another encounter with the pilce anyway” he muttered in the last part.

“I hope you regret what you’ve done to me. You lied to me and hurt me in the worst ways possible. I have never seen anyone so conceited and self absorbed in my life. I used to think Dylan was like that, but far from it. He’s actually sweet and kind and I almost forgot that because of what you two did.” I told him.

“Oh come on Blair. We both know he pretends to be that way. You know the man you married Blair. Do not deny it” he snapped.

“That is up to you Richard. I don’t care about your opinion. You can keep whatever you have to say to yourself but one thing I will tell you is this isn’t over yet” I told him.

“It’s your word against mine. No one will believe you especially since you have no evidence” he countered.

She walked back to the room to get dressed but turned to reply to him.

“Even without evidence you’re doomed Richard. You forgot who Dylan is, a Lancaster. And I am his wife. Do not forget that.” She confidently told him and shut the room door.

Richard’s face paled immediately. As stubborn as he was to admit it, she was right. Dylan was ruthless when it came to fighting for his name and reputation. He would never let an outsider ruin his family.

He suspected that the reason why everything was still calm was because Blair was with him and now that she was leaving he was definitely going to be in trouble.

He groaned. Richard didn’t even know what he was thinking when he agreed to this stupid plan. The price was much more to pay if they were caught.

He decided not to tell Samantha that Blair knows, if she found out she would probably run away and leave him here to face the consequences alone.

He also thought about locking Blair in and keeping her here but Dylan already knew where she was, she could call him without his knowledge and it’s straight to jail.

So he had to let her go.

He walked back to his room.

“Shit!” He screamed and kicked the lamp beside his bed.

“Fuck!” He held his hair with both his hands and sat on his bed.

Richard knew the consequences of the whole plan if it were to fail and he had a feeling that it would. And now he would have to go through it.

Blair got dressed and left Richard’s house. Thankfully she still had money with her that she would use to go home.

She got a taxi and gave him her address.

The ride took more than an hour but Blair did not feel it. She missed her husband and he was all she thought about.

The taxi stopped her in front of her home. She stood outside for a while before going inside.

“Home sweet home” she muttered under her breath as she walked in.

The security let her in immediately when they saw her.

They got to the entrance door and took a deep breath before pressing the bell. She pressed it a few more times before it finally opened.

“Dylan” she called.

“Blair?” He was shocked to see her. But then he remembered she said she would be on her way to get her things soon

“You’re probably here to get your things, you are free to g-” he was cut short by Blair.

“No Dylan. I’m not here to get my things, I- I’m here to stay.” She told him.

He stared at her in confusion. What?

“Wait what. I thought you were upset with me. What are you staying here for? I cheated, remember?” He reminded her.

“I’m sorry Dylan” she begged.

“Really now? You say sorry and everything is back to normal?” He asked her.

They were inside the house already.

“No no Dylan, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness right away but I just have to keep apologizing” she said.

He folded his arms and stared at her. Dylan didn’t think she would come back at all. He was tempted to forgive her right away and hug her but he refrained himself from doing so.

“Okay then. So why are you here now? Because you were so sure of what you think I did. How did your mind change, it hardly does” he countered her.

He knew his wife too well. She was stubborn alright, very stubborn when it went down to making decisions and it had its benefits and it’s disadvantages.

“I found out the truth,” she confessed.

“Which is?” He asked with one raised eyebrow.

“Richard and -” she paused and took a deep breath.

“And who, Blair?” He asked, gettiing impatient already.

“Samantha” the name left a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Wait what!?” He shrieked.