Mrs. Billionaire

Chapter Two

"I'm wanted dead or alive"
-Dead or Alive, Bon Jovi

"I'm nervous," I said quietly to Liam.

We were currently on our way to a photoshoot for Vogue magazine. The media had been clamoring to get photos of Liam and I after our wedding. Liam had finally given Vogue the okay to do a feature on us-after asking me and having me grudgingly say fine.

Liam took my hand in his, running his thumb across my knuckles.

"You'll be fine," he said reassuringly.

I wanted to say more, but suddenly I wanted to laugh.

Not too long ago, I had made an enemy in a woman named Gretchen. Gretchen had a one night stand with Liam and gained this obsession with him.

Then Liam decided to help me get back at my ex fiance and my ex best friend-who had both been sleeping together behind my back. We decided to pretend like we were dating. Gretchen thought we were actually dating and hired Ryan to stalk and kill me. But she never anticipated that Ryan would gain a soft spot for me because I looked like his lost love. A woman who he loved more than life itself. A woman who had been murdered.

When Ryan backed out of killing me, I think that's when Gretchen went bat-shit crazy.

She ended up using my ex best friend to her advantage, and then she killed her, wounding Levi in the process. If it hadn't been for Chauncey, who had decided to stay late at the manor and heard the gunfire, Levi would be dead too.

Then she did the unthinkable and kidnapped me, holding me hostage for days. I escaped, but was caught again. Then I escaped again and that time, I actually got away.

But it wasn't long before Gretchen arrived. I fought for my life and I won. Liam arrived soon after and Gretchen was taken into custody and sentenced to 20 years in prison.

After all of that, the fact that I was nervous over a photoshoot was laughable.

"You're beautiful, this shoot will be easy for you," he assured me.

Liam never seemed to tire of telling me how beautiful he thought I was. And I never tired of hearing him say it.

We eventually pulled up to the building Vogue had rented specifically for this shoot.

Paul, our driver, came around and opened the door. He offered me his hand. I smiled in thanks and took it.

I stood there, staring at the building. Liam was out of the car now, standing behind me.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

We walk hand in hand, approaching the building. Ready to share our relationship with Vogue. Ready to share it with the world.
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Officer Lopez walked quickly through the crowded police station, making a beeline for Chief Alvarez's office.

It had been busy around the station. Ever since that woman, Gretchen, had escaped from prison, they had been going out of their minds to find her.

Chief wasn't too happy.

And after what Officer Lopez had found, he had a feeling Alvarez's mood would only worsen.

He stood in front of the chief's office door. After taking a few moments to ground himself, he knocked tentatively.

"Come in," Alvarez said grumpily.