Page 143 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
The beautiful garden surrounding the house is an oasis of colorful flowers, verdant trees, and well-manicured bushes. A winding cobblestone path led up to the house through a white archway covered in vines. It connects to a small wooden fence which encircles the entire property, constructed from rich, aged wood. They adorned the fence with intricate carvings and patterns, making it even more beautiful. It was absolutely perfect and all I could do was tear up as I stared at its marvelous beauty.
“Is this really ours?” I asked in utter disbelief.
“It is, do you like it?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder the way he loves to.
“I love it!” I cried. My joy flowed out of me through the tears slipping down my cheek.
“Let’s go get our Abi and bring her home. I’ve had all things moved in already, so you don’t have to worry about packing or unpacking. That’s the beauty of having too much money.”
“For once, I don’t mind this.” I laughed. We headed out to Sarah’s house to collect our beautiful baby girl. My world lit up again when I looked at her round face. A week without her felt like an eternity. Her head looked even smaller with the large flower on her headband. Sarah had dressed in an adorable white dress with pink flowers which swallowed her whole.
“My baby!” I cooed as I picked her up and nuzzled my head against hers. I sniffed the beautiful baby smell I had missed so much.
“Did you show her yet?” Sarah asked Lucas with an excited smile. She knew of the house.
“Yeah, I did.”
“I love it,” I added.
We spoke about the honeymoon and Sarah filled us in on what she and Abi had been up to while we were gone. I was happy to have Sarah in her life. She will teach Abi things I cannot, things you learn to grow up with money. I want her to be successful in any situation she may be put in. We left her house with our baby in tow and smiles all around.
“Ready to see the inside?” Lucas asked as he opened the red front door.
What he had accomplished was my lifelong dream. He had given me a house which gave me a warm and inviting feel. He adorned the cream-colored walls with various pictures ranging from our wedding to Abi’s newborn pictures. It felt surreal to see myself in these loving pictures, to be surrounded by a family. The hardwood floors were stressed with plush area rugs, each adding a layer of comfort to the space. To the left was the living room with a plush sofa and several armchairs ranged around a fireplace. There was a built-in bookshelf filled with books, more family photos, and various mementos, including the framed journal entry I read at our wedding.
To the right was the dining room, which beckoned to be used for large family dinners. There was a large wooden table surrounded by comfortable chairs. A sparkling chandelier hung above, adding a touch of elegance to the room. The kitchen, which was beyond the dining room, was large, begging to be used to make enormous meals. It was spacious, with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances, plus plenty of storage space.
Once I felt satisfied exploring the first floor, we all headed up the stairs to discover the second floor of our new home. The first room I ventured into was Abi’s. Lucas had her walls painted a soft shade of pink with shelves hung against them. Stuffed animals share space on the shelves with books and toys. A comfortable rocking chair sat near the crib, perfect for late-night feedings and quiet moments with my Abi girl.
Our room was down the hall from Abi’s, but unlike hers, we had double doors opening to our room. In the center sat our sizable king-sized bed, as if on center stage, illuminated by the sunlight casting in from the large window. The window took up nearly an entire wall to the left. The sunlight bounced off the light-colored walls, giving it a warm and inviting feel.
To the left were two separate walk-in closets, one for him and one for me. Although mine held more clothes than I owned before we left for our honeymoon. Between the walk-in closets was the door to the en-suite bathroom, which split into two sections. One side featured a large soaking tub for two and the other a spacious glass-walled shower. The vanity has two sinks, providing ample space for us both to have our own area.
This room, Abi’s nursery, the whole first floor, the entire house, was absolutely perfect. Lucas had made us a house in which we could build a home in. The thing I most longed for, he had given to me without me having to say a word. He built my dream house from my journal entries and visiting the house I most envied.
“Thank you, my husband. Thank you so much.” I cried as he kissed my forehead tenderly.
Epilogue
Olive’s P.O.V.
“We have to wait until he leaves, and then we can go in through the back. There’s a window that never locked and I’m pretty sure he never fixed it,” I instructed Daisy and Lucas.
Little David sat in Abi’s car seat in the back, peacefully sleeping while we adults felt like we’d received adrenaline shots. Joe had called me yesterday to tell me Daisy had showed up at his door. She’d lost my number but remembered where he worked. She had David in one arm with the other cradled to her chest, broken. According to Joe, and now I see for myself, she had a black eye and a cut on her eyebrow.
I know dad is going insane searching for Daisy and David right now. I was glad she didn’t leave David behind the way mom left me. Of course, David is only a baby, which may be why she couldn’t leave him. I know it will complicate things, but since Joe took her to the police station to press charges, it will make things easier for her to get sole custody. Lucas is hiring one of the best family lawyers to make sure Dad is never allowed time to live with David. Dad will never change, no matter who the woman is. He needs help, more than any of us can give him.
“We’ll grab your things and then you can stay in the flat my mother left me. There are women there who have gone through the same thing as you and will help you with David. I called Penny already, and she’s having clothes donated for you and David, so you don’t have to worry about those things. We need to get your important documents and anything you absolutely can’t live without. Do not worry about anything else. Got it?” I reiterated, needing her to understand we were not packing all of her things, but grabbing the few things she absolutely needs.
She nodded her head, still not speaking. I am guessing she feels shame, or perhaps embarrassment for needing help from the people she assumed were liars and insane. I was happy she sought help the moment dad hit her.
I watched as Dad slammed the front door open, cursing beneath his breath as he got into his beat-up pickup truck. His engine sputtered to life and, with a peel of his tires, he reversed out of his driveway and onto the road. Daisy and I quickly got down, making our way around the back of the broken window in my old room. I pulled on it, holding my breath, until it began to crack.For once, I was glad this window was still broken.
I climbed in, scraping my arm on the broken window sill. I winced, but pushed past the sting and raced to the back door to open it for Daisy. She can’t climb with a broken arm. The familiar smell of alcohol and cigarettes permeated the air, bringing me right back to my dark teenage years. I kept looking over my shoulder as if at any moment dad would come marching down the hall demanding we spar. The adrenaline was coursing through my veins as we rushed through the house, collecting anything Daisy told me to grab.
My Knight:He’s back, get out, or hide.
I read Lucas’ text a little too late, as the front door knob jiggled with Dad’s attempt to unlock the door.
