The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

The door to Unit 302 on the third floor was wide open. Several workers were shuffling back and forth, moving things into the unit.

Natalie was busy helping out in the kitchen while her bodyguard kept eye on things. She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest, as she eyed each of the worker that came and went.

Since all the men were dressed in black uniforms and wore safety masks, she couldn’t tell if something was indeed amiss in the first few moments or so.

But soon, she noticed one man acting peculiar. He was tasked with bringing in the paintings, but instead of making quick work of his job, he kept locking over every so often.

Just as the bodyguard was about to take a closer look at him, Elizabeth’s aunt appeared and stood in front of her.

“Here, why don’t you take a break and have some drinks?” she offered to the workers.

The woman was carrying a few bottles of coke in her arms, which she handed over to the men with a kind smile.

“Thank you,” the head of the workers chuckled and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

“But we’d better get back to work and finish as soon as possible.”

Sure enough, he got right back to what he had been doing.

Meanwhile, Jorge realized that he might have been too obvious just now, so he hid behind a pile of boxes and slinked out of sight.

By the time the bodyguard looked back in his direction, he was gone.

“Hey!” the head suddenly barked at Jorge.

“Don’t just stand there! Keep moving!” Jorge nodded without saying anything, and then pretended to work until the head left.

the coast was clear, his eyes darted back

was holding up her phone and showing Elizabeth the gowns she had designed

old-fashioned hues. I

zoomed in on the design and looked at

a distinctly unique taste, so you should just follow your heart. Mr. Wesley would have the

Natalie nodded in agreement.

were oblivious to the impending

He was holding a knife with one hand, which he cleverly covered with the painting he was supposed to be carrying.

a sudden, Natalie’s head perked up, and

“Brandon!” Jorge froze.

his knife back into his pocket and

did so, he

moved away. He knew that he was no match for this man. He scurried back

over and put his hands on Natalie’s

looking

to find us here?” Natalie asked in

sent me the location. I was about to pick you

some reason, his

through his facade and could tell that he was a

“Really?”

and added in a quieter voice, “Is anything the matter? What can I do to help?” His nerves were infectious, and she found herself getting skittish as well. Brandon smiled and tapped her forehead with

to see you; that’s why

and fiddled

“Don’t overthink it.”

uneasy and wanted to see her as soon as possible to make sure she

Natalie found it endearing.

to wonder if Brandon came because he had remembered something. She grabbed his arm and