Page 85 of Vows In Corruption

“Then where? Back home?”

I smirk down at her. “I was thinking more along the lines of our honeymoon.”

For a second, her eyes go wide with worry and surprise but it’s quickly replaced by excitement.

When this whole marriage of convince was brought up, a honeymoon was mentioned by Gerald. I didn’t put much thought into it. I just needed to get married and that was it. For me there was no need for trivial things like taking Ella away from a whole week.

But spending time with Ella outside of the office, getting to know a little better, I thought maybe it would be good idea to go somewhere touristy. Go together but still give her her own space.

I hadn’t brought it up to her yet, since it was still an idea, but now a new idea has sprung and all I need is for her to say yes and I will set it all up.

“That is if you want to go on one.” I throw out, leaving the option up to her. She may not believe this even if I tell her, but for the next two years, what she says or wants, goes. I’ll just follow along.

She wants to go to a tropical vacation, then I will take her.

She wants to go after someone that has wronged her int he past and put them in the ground, then I will either pull the trigger or hire someone else to do it.

After the two years, there is no change in hell that I will ever marry again, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t at least try and be a good husband. I may fail, and there is a chance that she will hate me as some point, for something she finds out or something I say, but fuck it.

Ella gives me an excited nod. “I want one.”

“Then let’s go home an pack.”

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As soon as step into my bedroom, my phone starts to ring.

From what Henry told me when I got home, rumors have started to circulate about Lane Enterprises having a new CEO. Nothing has been confirmed yet, that will come in a few days, but that isn’t stopping people from trying to get in contact with me. Either to get information as to who may be Gerald’s replacement, because they are too stupid to figure, or to congratulate me.

I had turned off my phone before stepping foot in the conference room earlier today, and didn’t think about turning it on until after me and Ella were on the way home from the office.

Looking down at the screen, I expect the call to be from someone I know, but when I see the number everything in me goes cold and stop dead on my tracks.

It’s a number that I don’t have saved, but it’s one that I’ve memorized.

The Florida number that came up a few weeks ago in my search for Robert.

This has to be a fucking joke.

Someone had to have planted the number for me to find and is now deciding to play a sick prank on me.

But what if it’s not a joke?

One way to find out.

Before answering, I look over my shoulder and find Ella instantly.

When we got to the house, excitement rolled through her about going on our honeymoon. She told me on the drive here that she has never gone on a vacation that wasn’t within driving distance, so as soon as we told Henry about the trip and got everything with the kids situated, she ran up stairs and started pulling outfits.

She’s been at it for a good hour, throwing things around, trying to find the perfect thing. I haven’t even told her where are going but she doesn’t care.

With her preoccupied, I close the door separating my room from the bathroom and answer the call.

A shiver runs through my body as I bring up the phone to my ear.

I answer with a bite. “Who is?”

I can hear movement an people talking on the other side, but for a solid minute nobody speaks directly into the phone.

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