Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Dolores seemed to understand what Coral was thinking. She didn’t explain and just smiled at her instead. The arrangement was between her and Matthew and she had no right to ask about his private life or request he stayed home with her. She even felt more comfortable in his absence.

Dolores entered the room and stared at the bedroom furnishings. The style was unique with a black and white color scheme. The monochromatic room was simple, tidy, and luxurious with a touch of elegance.

“This is Mr. Nelson’s room.” Coral smiled.

Since they were technically married, Dolores knew they should stay together. Dolores opened her mouth and realized she couldn’t say a word about the arrangement. So, instead, she nodded in response.

*****

Dolores found it hard to fall asleep her first night in her temporary home. She leaned against her pillow and browsed the employment websites from her phone, ready to find a job. She could only live a steady life, take good care of her mother, and give the child she was carrying a future if she had a job.

She was shocked to find someone hiring translators. Being a translator was a common enough job, but what was surprising was the fact that the employer was looking for someone who knew the language of Country A. Country A was where Randolph had sent Dolores and her family. It was a poorly developed tropical country and there weren’t many people learning the language of the natives. After all, the language that was most commonly used in the world was all language from more developed and capable countries.

The salary and benefits were good. She filled out the application, attached her resume, and put down her phone before laying down and falling asleep.

after tossing and turning for a bit and didn’t notice the flash of white light shot into the yard when a Maybach drove in and pulled into the garage. The car door opened and a towering figure got out. He strode into the house and he almost seemed to dance across the floor as

his tie and realized his mouth was dry. Not wanting to disturb his servants, Matthew headed for his room and grabbed a glass of water from the bathroom. His Adam’s apple slid up and

the burning sensation in his throat. He’d drunk quite a bit of white wine at the dinner party and few glasses of red wine when celebrating

his room off as he was familiar with

sensed the movement in her sleep, but she quickly settled down and drifted back

*****

and

open. Due to the hangover, his head felt fuzzy, and he wanted to take a shower to wake himself up. He tried to raise his arm and get up and realized his

rosy lips were parted slightly and her breathing was soft and regular. His eyes moved down her face slowly and fell onto her thin neck and delicate collar bone. Her breathing increased a bit and he found it was actually kind of attractive. He couldn’t help but swallow. He hadn’t had that impulse even when with Helen. He

lion stared straight at her as if wanting to devour her. She woke from the dream with a start. However, the moment she opened her eyes she was met with a pair of

“Wh-why are you here?”

calmly looked away and slowly lifted the blanket off. “This is

“Weren’t you celebrating your girlfriend’s birthday? Why’d you come back?” she asked as

said that Matthew wouldn’t be coming back so Dolores had let down her guard and slept soundly all night. So, it was no surprise that she hadn’t realized he entered the