Her Haunted Millionaire

n yo

ck that nearly tripped he

ck..." she

back up at the long d

o the Sauvage mansion to h

clothing in there that had made it this heavy, down to

her forehead, glaring up at the sunny sky. Such horrible w

s minutes that felt like hours finally brought he

anging open. She didn't remember it being

s she spent playing on this huge property. Her mouth curved in a smile b

t stair railings, giving the house this dramatic feel. It had been changed

it for an

w centuries off

Isabelle

ut gigantic house, coupled with the greatly feared Raphaël Sauvag

uncle was ill in Italy, so she'd have to suck it up and h

nning down her spine, she

ore. She would look him in th

after he froze her to death with

ed up her pace, her sandals making s

, spring was in full bloom. The delightful sigh

" she panted as she approached

e that all her thick, brown hair was neat. It wouldn't do good to look li

ith a groan, she dabbed at the sweat glistening on her forehead with the sleev

oft lips and expressive blue eyes which sparkled when she laughed and flashed

mother had been the sweetest woman alive. And her

outfit, Isabelle hoped that the cute above-the-knee flor

ed her appearance and Damn him, with

elle lifted her hand an

lle shivered at the gloomy sound. It had sounded so dark

on her heels, wondering wh

ured aloud. "Oh, right, they fired him

nobody was answering the door. On impulse, she put her

assing? This isn't trespassing, they're e

asking herself, she pulled her bags alo

ring with her mouth open at every last thing in the front hall.

ensive enough to buy her litt

e. How was she supposed to keep this whole place runnin

en and the fabulous garden on the other side of the house. Her aunt was always too scared that young and very mischievous Isabelle would br

he only ever caught glimpses of

r was truly

made her afraid to even

me to a large, beautifull

r movie on that gigant

night too, although she couldn't imagine th

ent of photographs ca

by the closed door, Isabe

ther, a son an

auvage family a

Isabelle left France for Italy and then the States. She never really

ow Raphaël

e than his father. His reputation of business ruthlessness and his competitive streak were contin

Raphaël. His thick brown hair worn col

been such a

ger over his

ing

nd spun around, only to colli

throwing her hands out wildly and seeking something to hold on to. When

was re

ess of the situa

him standing there, hands behind his back, like she weigh

of tearing sil

he material ripped completely and

uddenly up at him. "Uh, ouch?! Could

robe, a large portion of his chest and abs visible.

inviting you into my home. This," He pointed

n a deadly challenge. "

of the little girl he remembered. His eyes involuntarily travelled down her body, seei

never seen legs as l

think of sin

On the first meeting afte

snapped his eyes back to her face. O

injected ice into his ga

you knew I was coming," Isabelle

es. "N'emporte quoi. Get off my

ven further as he s

anners, but he behaved like this? Th

. She was technically his

rn robe, undoing the belt and letting the silk slip off his powerful shoulders. Her throat was already dry at the mini strip tease, but it tu

d and walked away, clad in only

till on the fl

e Rap

d body sculpted by the gods was little Raph

r twenty three, but fact remained that when

t matter if he was bigger than her now. Dear Lord

belle murmured to herself, eyes

etter butt

eating back, only to have the flouncing material flutter ineffectivel

ogant destinat

self off the floor. He

was that way. She'd always seen him playing and laughi

would call her to come and play with them, mo

own she w

she'd see him and they'd stare at each other for a minut

ial to her as a child.

act like she was his long lost lover. She w

t of his and those abdominal muscles out of her head

t if she could ever close her eyes again without p

... back t

er room, the cheek of him! L

aunt usually used, someth

ped to a door

sworn she saw s

ime, and sure enough a small, dark figure o

nd again and

ell," she

it

Rosa had said, having been too busy trying to figure out what was wrong with her broken c

he have forgotten? He must've been pl

nued to her room. She made a mental note to

crash broke

he sound, feeling like

bags and turned to the place wher

rom somew

was another wide corridor. Isabelle came to an i

closed door, stood a

ously. "Hey, bu

uly and his matching pizza slice paj

as they simply melted her heart, Is

rge vase and understood where the crash sound had c

yes that was bothering Isabelle. His chubby little

s rolled down his cheeks, Isabelle stoppe

a sudden need to calm him. "Hey, i

ure, but that was nothing for this poor baby to l

le wondered if it was okay to go closer to him. She should

his black tie hanging undone around his nec

body. Yeah, that black shirt clung ve

stopped when his ey

d then looked at Raphaël. "Little Raphaël.