Page 75 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

“I see.”

It was all she could think to say. Because it made her think of that night in Paris, and what he’d said to her about his mother. And it made her realize that he was a man who kept many things tightly locked away.

It was true that she had a treasure trove of different personalities that she put off and on like the wigs that she had often worn during her gambling days.

But the Ewan that the world knew was a fully constructed personality that didn’t exist.

She felt that she had seen under the persona even that first night she’d been with him, but she wondered if he would ever admit that.

If he would ever acknowledge that she had truly met the man he was beneath it all.

She had her doubts.

He parked the car at the front of the house, and they got out. She looked around at the gardens, the paths that wound around the different quarters and quadrants of the building.

There were bridges above that stretched across rocky chasms and connected to different suites of rooms, and a staircase that went down below them, to a platform that seemed to extend well beyond the face of the mountain, likely offering glorious views.

“This place...”

“It is where I come to be alone.”

And he had brought her.

“Well, it’s beautiful.”

When they walked up the path, the inside was glorious. Natural rock and slate tile, cement walls with cracks that had tropical vines growing through them, bright pink blooms adding color to the room.

Everything inside was both luxurious and natural all at once. And it was another thing she knew she would never forget. But for a moment she had forgotten that she was different. For a moment she had just been there, taking it all in. Enjoying. As she had done that day in the art gallery. This was like art. This place.

“You will find that everything you need is already in your room.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s up the stairs, and across the first bridge.”

He didn’t follow her, and she made her way up wood stairs that seemed to float and then down a long corridor that led to an enclosed glass walkway that stretched over the canopy of trees, and connected to another mountain ledge with a glorious suite that was all glass, offering an unobstructed view to the nature around it. The bed was white with white curtains surrounding it, and there was a giant deep tub. It was also beautiful. The most glorious honeymoon suite anyone could’ve ever thought of.

She smiled. And then she stretched across the bed and began to weep.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

HETHOUGHTTHAThe may have made a mistake leaving Jessie alone, and yet he found he needed the separation.

She was so devastatingly beautiful. And as his bride, she had been beautiful beyond belief.

He wanted her. He had never imagined taking a wife. Just as he had never imagined having a child.

But the sight of her in her white dress, her baby bump not concealed at all by the flowing fabric, had done something to him. And he could not afford to be in such a state.

He was doing this for the safety of her and the child.

By the time they returned from the island he anticipated that her father would be in prison.

He would be sure of it.

His investigators were working round the clock to find exactly what was needed to put the other man in prison for the rest of his life.

He would keep his family safe. He would...

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