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  The Billionaire’s Wife

  Jordan Silver

  Contents

  Series by Jordan Silver

  Other Titles by Jordan Silver

  Author’s website

  Copyright

  1. Chance

  2. Chance

  3. Chance

  4. Chance

  5. Chance

  6. Chance

  7. Alana

  8. Alana

  9. Chance

  10. Chance

  Also by Jordan Silver

  Series by Jordan Silver

  The Billionaire’s Wife

  Jordan Silver

  COMING SOON

  Savage

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  SEAL Team Series

  Connor

  Logan

  Zak

  Tyler

  Cord

  The Lyon Series

  Lyon’s Crew

  Lyon’s Angel

  Lyon’s Way

  Lyon’s Heart

  Lyon’s Family

  Passion

  Passion

  Rebound

  The Pregnancy Series

  His One Sweet Thing

  The Sweetest Revenge

  Sweet Redemption

  The Spitfire Series

  Mouth

  Lady Boss

  Beautiful Assassin

  The Protectors

  The Guardian

  The Hit Man

  Anarchist

  Season One

  Season Two

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  Season One

  Season 2

  What A Girl Wants

  Taken

  Bred

  Sex And Marriage

  My Best Friend’s Daughter

  Loving My Best Friend’s Daughter

  The Bad Boy Series

  The Thug

  Bastard

  The Killer

  The Villain

  The Champ

  The Mancini Way

  Catch Me if You Can

  The Bad Girls Series

  The Temptress

  The Seductress

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  His Wants (A Prequel)

  Taking What He Wants

  Stolen

  The Brit

  The Homecoming

  The Soccer Mom’s Bad Boy

  The Daughter In Law

  Southern Heat

  His Secret Child

  Betrayed

  Night Visits

  The Soldier’s Lady

  Billionaire’s Fetish

  Rough Riders

  Stryker

  Caleb’s Blessing

  The Claiming

  Man of Steel

  Fervor

  My Little Book of Erotic Tales

  Tryst

  His Xmas Surprise

  Tease

  Brett’s Little Headaches

  Strangers in The Night

  My Little Farm Girl

  The Bad Boys of Capitol Hill

  Bad Boy

  The Billionaire and The Pop Star

  Gabriel’s Promise

  Kicking and Screaming

  His Holiday Gift

  Diary of a Pissed Off Wife

  The Crush

  The Gambler

  Sassy Curves

  Dangerously In Love

  The Billionaire

  The Third Wife

  Talon’s Heart

  Naughty Neighbors

  Forbidden

  Deception

  Texas Hellion

  Illicit

  Queen of My Heart

  The Wives

  Biker’s Baby Girl

  Broken

  Indiscretion

  The Good Girl

  The Forever Girl

  Biker’s Law

  Bad Santa

  Jordan Silver Writing as Jasmine Starr

  The Purrfect Pet Series

  Pet

  Training His Pet

  His Submissive Pet

  Breeding His Pet

  Jordan Siler Writing as Tiffany Lordes

  American Gangster

  Double The Trouble

  Author’s website

  http://jordansilver.net

  Copyright

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  All Rights Reserved. In accordance with the U.S Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher/author is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 Jordan Silver

  First eBook edition: December 2016

  1

  Chance

  “I don’t see why you have to take this trip so close to the wedding.” I’ve been hearing that same refrain for a month now, and it still grated on my nerves each time.

  Every mention of the wedding felt like a noose tightening around my neck and I wondered, not for the first time, how the hell I’d let myself get backed into this corner.

  Overwork, a don’t-carish attitude, and a mother who was constantly bemoaning the fact that her eldest son had yet to marry and give her grandchildren is the culprit I guess. “It’s already settled Brittany there’s no point in going over it, over and over again.”

  I wish she would just leave already and go about her business. Maybe go shopping or any one of the other mundane things she does each day to pass the time. Maybe she was hanging around for money, or my card. I wasn’t ever making that mistake again.

  The one and only time I’d done that she’d gone way overboard. I have no problem spending money on a woman, but I abhor waste. And besides, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like she was my woman. More like the leash my mother had chosen for me.

  I wasn’t sure why it was bothering me now. It hadn’t in the beginning, that don’t-carish thing again. I was too busy doing what I love to pay too much attention to my personal life.

  When mom had suggested I ask out the daughter of one of her old school friends I hadn’t thought anything of it. She was nice enough, beautiful, with a good education and great ancestry. I admit to not having too much interest in the whole falling in love and settling down thing. But within three months her and mom was on that bandwagon.

  I can’t say that I was in love with Brittany, I’d even told her as much, but she said it would come with time. I just wasn’t interested. I knew at some point I’d have to get married and settle down, but at just twenty-eight I wasn’t in any hurry.

  But mom had other ideas I guess, because pretty soon Brittany was a regular at the family’s Sunday dinners, which is a big thing with mom.

  Then they started pushing for a wedding and stupid me, after dodging them both for weeks finally relented.

  That was four months ago. I’ve had sex with Brittany once, that’s right once. I just wasn’t into her like that, and the truth is that yes, I’m a workaholic, and I never had time for relationships.

  Before and even after meeting her, I had my fair share of partners here and there, but nothing to write home about. But after accepting my fate and saying yes, it wasn’t in me to cheat.

  That one time had been not so long ago. She seemed to think it was the best thing in the world; it left me cold. Maybe because I’d come to realize that I didn’t like this girl. She was selfish, opinionated and a snob. Three of the things I hate most. She also seemed to think that she now had a direct link to m
y bank account. Guess again. I didn’t trust her or her mother, mom’s old friend.

  Now I’m stuck, the wedding day looming up ahead like a specter. I reached for my wallet to pass her some cash; I knew that would get her on her way. I don’t know how she got into my place anyway. “How did you get in?”

  “Oh your mom gave me a key, since we’re getting married soon she thought there was nothing wrong with it. That shit was just too much.

  “Oh she did- did she.” I was going to ask for that shit back, but thought, what the hell? Why make waves? I’ll just change the locks.

  I gave her a wad of bills, which made her eyes sparkle, as she headed back the way she came. I doubt she’d even cleared the door before I was on the phone with the locksmith. I would call mom and give her a dressing down for overstepping, but there was no point, she’d just do as she pleased anyway.

  I’m not sure what has come over me here lately; maybe it was that feeling of impending doom. But it’s as if I’d finally picked my head up out of the sand and started giving a shit. Did I really want to do this? Saddle myself with a woman that I had no real feelings for, and couldn’t even stand to touch?

  And why the hell would she want to marry me anyway? The one time she’d tried to crawl in my bed after that disastrous night, I’d sent her packing. Why would a young, beautiful, intelligent girl want to waste herself on a union like that?

  I waited around for the locksmith to get here and then I had some work to look over. My firm was finally doing what I wanted it to, after years of hard work. As one of the leading investment bankers in the city, I was now in high demand, and I’d done it, not with my family’s name, but by the sweat of my brow.

  I’d finally made a name for myself and I was feeling good about it. I’d waited until I was in the black for two years running, before putting on my success cap. But now this shit was threatening to put a damper on my joy.

  I realized that when I got my picture in the papers, hers was not the face I wanted next to mine. So that’s what this little trip was about. I needed to get away to clear my head. Mom had overridden all my objections. And trust me there were plenty.

  After the initial knee jerk okay let’s do it. I’d come to my senses by the next morning and called the whole thing off. Mom had had a fit, there were tears involved, and I was the cause of all her grief. I hadn’t exactly backed down, but I’d decided to let the dust settle, instead of causing any more heartache.

  But now with the wedding fast approaching, it was do or die time. I’d tried once more to call it off, had even sat down with Brittany and told her I wasn’t ready, but once again, mom had stepped in and undermined me.

  There was only one thing I was sure of at this point. There’s no way I’m marrying this girl. Shit, just the thought of it makes me ill. Just as I was about to head out the door to do some last minute shopping the phone rang.

  “It’s me.” I locked up behind me and walked to my waiting car where the driver was standing with the door already open.

  “I’ve got some not so good news sir.”

  “And what would that be?” It was one of my junior executives. A young man with great promise and potential. One of the only people I trust these days.

  “The Swenson merger, they’re waffling. You might have to cancel that trip, I’m sorry.”

  “I’ll be right there.” Shit!

  I headed back to the office instead of going shopping and called my pilot on the way to cancel the trip for tomorrow. It wasn’t like I couldn’t go whenever, it was more the need to get the hell out of the city now before my mother stifled me with her shit.

  2

  Chance

  I got to work doing what I do best and worked my team into the ground for the next two days. I had maybe three hours of sleep within that time. That’s why when I first saw her I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. That or this wedding shit was finally making me crack.

  Have you ever seen someone so beautiful that you had to possess them? That face in the crowd that stood out and called to something inside of you; something so primal you felt it in your very depths?

  That’s what happened to me the first time I saw her. I don’t know how I did it, it should’ve been impossible from my penthouse office. Maybe it was the blood red dress, or her honey gold skin in the sea of pale pink shoulders, or the head full of wild curls. Whatever it was it had drawn my eye and held me captive until she was out of sight.

  I felt like I’d lost something when she turned the corner and disappeared, and wondered how I could get down to the street in time to find her, but knew it was hopeless. Would she be there tomorrow? Will I see her again? I have to.

  The feelings were so strong I stumbled backward to my desk and fell into my chair. What the fuck was that? My dick was actually hard and I had her image captured in my head. I hadn’t even seen her face, not really.

  It was just something about her body, the way she moved. Or it could just be fate, something I never really gave much credence to, but what else could it be?

  I wasn’t even supposed to be in the city. Right now I was supposed to be on a beach in the Caribbean somewhere sipping on overpriced drinks and losing myself in the sun and surf while coming up with the right words to dash my mother’s dreams.

  I put all of that aside and concentrated on the lady in red. My life was a damn cliché now. I wasn’t willing to leave our meeting to chance. Somehow I knew I had to find her, had to see her face to face.

  I could wait for tomorrow in hopes that she would walk by below again, but sudden inspiration hit and I picked up the phone and made a call.

  I headed down to security after they assured me that what I wanted could be done. They cued up the video from the front of the building. Our cameras had a panoramic view of the street. No one questioned what I was doing, and I didn’t stop to ask myself why it was so important. I just knew I had to find her.

  I saw her on the screen and there was just one moment in time when she faced the camera full on. “Print out a still of that.” I stared at that image until it was damn near super imposed on my brain. It looked almost as if she was looking right at me.

  I took the photo of her upstairs with me, never taking my eyes off of her amazingly beautiful face. I knew she would be beautiful, but the image in my hand was way beyond anything I could’ve imagined. She was stunning.

  My dick had been hard or semi hard since I got my first glimpse of her through the glass. Now with this, it was worse. “Who are you baby?”

  I didn’t stop to think that she might be someone’s wife or girlfriend. None of that mattered, not to my heart apparently. A heart that I had long thought dead just came alive.

  I felt that rush like I always do when I’m about to embark on something big. Usually that has to do with business, but this was anything but.

  I brought her image up close to my face to study her and felt…something. Whatever that something was, it grabbed me by the balls and the heart and I knew nothing was going to stop me from having her. I called the head of my security detail and had him on the job within hours.

  It felt like I didn’t just want to, but had to find her, like my life depended on it or some shit. I can’t say I understand what was going on with me, I was just going with gut and pure adrenaline.

  I forgot all about my vacation, unwanted weddings and even my mother who was still calling me every hour on the hour. Each day at the same time I’d look out that window and walk away disappointed.

  My guy hadn’t found her yet, but in his last call he said he was going to use facial recognition software to see if she’d come up anywhere.

  I knew that stuff only worked if the person was in the system for whatever reason, but I could always hope. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I have to find her. I can’t sleep, I don’t remember the last time I ate, and each time I looked at that picture which was at least ten times a day, my dick got in the game and my heart hurt like it was missing a piece.

  I had t
o talk to mom soon, but I was waiting until I found her. I wasn’t going to marry Brittany no matter what. But I knew the conversation with my mother was going to be stressful and I wanted, no needed, to concentrate all my energy on finding my princess.

  It’s funny; I’ve never called any woman by an endearment before, but every time I looked at her, that’s what came to mind. She’s fucking gorgeous and the way she walks, like she owns the sidewalk. That regal bearing that I can imagine came naturally to her. I can’t wait to meet her, to see if she is as amazing as my heart had already decided she is.

  I’ve been keeping Brittany at bay for the last few days. Coming up with one excuse after another, but I knew that soon I will have to put that shit to rest. I didn’t feel any guilt over my decision. I never gave her the wrong impression, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this was more between her and my mom, than her and I.

  The phone on my desk rang behind me, intruding on my thoughts. I was in my usual spot, looking down from my window. For a couple days or so I’d go down and walk the sidewalk pretending an interest in the store windows that lined part of the street, all the while looking in the glass for her reflection, with no luck.

  “Hello.” I walked back to the window as the voice on the other line gave me hope. “We’ve found her.”

  “Where? Who is she?”

  “Her name is Alana Soreno. She’s of mixed heritage…”

  “No, don’t tell me anything personal other than…is she married?” I wanted to learn all about her from her. But I wasn’t going to breathe easy unless I knew that she was free.

  “No, not married and no kids. Do you want her age?”

  “Is she legal?” Shit, I never even thought of that.

  “Yes, barely.”

  “Good enough. Where is she?”

  “You’re not gonna believe this. She works right around the corner from your office. The Italian restaurant, Benito’s.”

  I got the biggest fucking grin on my face after hearing that.