Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

rove, she revised all the rules in her head and how she was going to speak with him without getting timid. No matter what happened, she had to tell him. Hopefully, he would still be awake by

l let you in since it's an emergency. Please note the curfew time so you don't come late like this again." "Really? Oh, thank you so much sir. Thank you so much, I really appreciate," she said, wiping the tears with her sleeves as she revved the engine to life. Annie heaved a relieved sigh. Who knew she could be such an excellent actress? He totally believed it. She chuckled as she drove further into the estate. The water fountains in rows caught Annie's attention. They were of different colors and designs; some high, some were not, some had three steps, some less than. It was a sight to behold. The houses around were magnificent, straight out of a magazine. With how elegant they were, it was no doubt that this was an estate for the top one percent. Oh well, she hadn't expected less of Frederick Westwood. He was crazy rich after all. Annie found Frederick's apartment right away and drove in. It was well-lit and equally as magnificent as the others she had seen on her way. But why did the gate open so fast? Shrugging off the thought, she pulled over at the parking lot and turned off the engine. With a deep breath, she took off the seat belt and unlocked the car, after which she alighted. A burly man with a black suit stood beside the car as she got out. Startled, Annie squealed and lost balance. She had expected to land on the floor butt-down. Luck was on her side as she was able to regain her stamina before the worse happened. "Welcome. Follow me, miss." The man started to walk away as he made the statement. Annie scoffed. His bodyguard was as rude as Frederick was. He did not even have the courtesy to apologize for startling her like that. She so hoped she would be able to manage Frederick and his goons whenever their marriage was stamped. The word marriage left a sore taste on her tongue whenever she thought about it. After a few moments of glaring daggers at his back, Annie did as she was instructed. He led her up a spiral staircase until they got to the balcony of the house. Annie lost count of how many skips her heart did when her gaze landed on the devil himself -Frederick Westwood. It somersaulted when Frederick looked up at her and ordered the guard to leave. She felt so open a