Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part Two (BWWM Romance Serial) Read Online Free Page B

snatched it out,
checking the caller. Marina. Finally.
    Jada waved her hand in the air as if Marina could see it.
“Where have you been!”
    “Hi to you, too,” Marina said, sounding tired.
    “I’ve been texting and calling all morning. And you didn’t
call or text me last night, either.” She threw open the door to her bedroom and
stalked inside.
    “I’m sorry. It’s been crazy. I’m going to call you back on a
different phone. So don’t worry if you don’t recognize the number. It’s me.
I’ll call you right back.”
    Jada’s phone beeped. Marina had ended the call. Jada paced
her room and stared at her cell. When it buzzed, she answered right away.
    “Marina?” she asked.
    “Yeah, it’s me. Sorry about everything.”
    “What happened?”
    “I don’t want you to worry. I’m fine.”
    “Tell me what happened,” Jada insisted.
    “Well, you’re not going to like this, but ... since the
press couldn’t find you, they’ve been hounding everyone who ever knew you. And
that especially includes me, your sister.”
    Jada gasped. “That’s terrible. Are you okay? Where are you?
Are they at your apartment? Did they—”
    “I’m fine. I managed to get away. I’m hiding out in a
fleabag motel between the city and Springers Glen.”
    “Marina, I’m so sorry.”
    “It’s not your fault.”
    “It kind of is.”
    “No, it’s not.”
    “Listen,” Jada said, “you probably won’t be safe at a motel
like that. Go to the city and check into a nice place. I’ll pay for it.”
    “I’m fine where I am, truly. I just feel bad that I can’t
investigate your marriage license like you wanted. Reporters are swarming all
over Springers Glen right now and they’d catch me for sure if I—”
    “No, no. Don’t go back there. Never mind the investigation.
You need to stay safe. And anyway, I’m pretty sure I know who’s behind this
fiasco.”
    “You are?” Marina sounded shocked.
    “Don’t be so surprised. I may not be a reporter like you,
but I can put two and two together.”
    “You can? You have?”
    Jada rolled her eyes. “I can, and have. I think it was
Agatha Brimgore.”
    Silence on the other end of the call.
    “Marina? Are you still there?” Jada asked.
    Silence for a few more seconds, then Marina answered, “Yeah.
What’s an Agatha Brimgore, exactly?”
    “You mean who. She’s Sasha’s publicist. I met both of them
last night.”
    “Sasha?”
    “Yep. And you won’t believe what she’s like.”
    “Tell me everything.”
    Jada curled up into a wing-backed chair and tucked her feet
under her. She gave Marina all the gory details of the previous night, spilling
everything except how Jada got embarrassingly tipsy on three glasses of wine.
    Marina sounded more worn out than ever when Jada finished
her tale, having reacted powerfully to nearly everything Jada said.
    “I can’t believe Sasha wasn’t really dating Ian,” Marina
said.
    “I know. And you can’t tell anyone, Marina. Swear you
won’t.”
    “I promised I wouldn’t. You want me to prick my finger in a
blood vow or something?”
    “Actually, I kind of do. I shouldn’t have told anyone, but I
couldn’t help myself.”
    “Hell, Jada, a saint couldn’t have kept that secret. Anyway,
I’m your sister. If you can’t tell me, who can you tell?”
    “Thanks. So what do you think about my theory that Agatha
Brimgore leaked a fake marriage license to the press as a publicity stunt?”
    “Um, it’s not a bad theory, I guess.” Marina sounded
uncertain, hesitant. “I’m wondering, though, if she did that, why would she
choose you to marry him? You don’t know her and she doesn’t know you.”
    “True,” Jada said. “That’s a hitch in my theory. There are
still a few minor details to work out.”
    “Okay, well, anyway ... have you seen Ian today?”
    “No. He’s gone. He told me last night he’d be leaving early
for the city.”
    “That’s too bad—oh my God.”
    “What?”
    “I just flipped on the