Free Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part Two (BWWM Romance Serial) by Mia Caldwell

Mom.”
    “Would you get to it, Kenya?” her dad asked.
    “This is important,” she said. “We might have never seen
Jada on TV if we’d gone on to the other place. They don’t have a TV in that
store like they do at the other one.”
    Jada heard her father sigh.
    “We saw you on television,” her dad said. “An announcer said
you’d married some rich man. Got your mother all worried.”
    “Please, honey. I’m so worried. It can’t be true. You would
never have kept something like this from us, would you?” her mother asked.
    “No, of course not, Mom. It’s not true, Dad. It’s a big
mistake. A huge misunderstanding.”
    “I told you, Kenya. How would one of our girls meet a
billionaire, let alone marry one? It’s ridiculous.”
    “But it’s on the news,” her mother said.
    “That doesn’t make it true,” her father said. “I always say
you can’t believe most of what you see on TV.”
    “Well, it’s not really the news,” Jada said. “It’s more like
gossip. Anyway, it’s not true.”
    “We saw all those reporters outside your house, Jada,” her
mom said. “Are you still trapped in there?”
    “No, I’m not. I’m hiding out.”
    “Good girl. Tell us where you are. We’re coming to get you,”
her father said. “The press will never be able to find you if you’re with us.
Hard to hit a moving target.”
    Jada grimaced. “Actually, I’m perfectly safe where I am.
Thanks though.”
    “We’re already on our way,” Jada’s dad said. “We’ll be in
Springers Glen tomorrow.”
    “No, don’t do that. I’m not in Springers Glen. I swear, I
couldn’t be more safe where I am.”
    “Where are you?” her mom asked. “Please tell me so I won’t
worry.”
    Jada steeled herself. There was no getting around it, not if
she didn’t want them showing up in Springers Glen and banging on every door in
town looking for her. “I’m at Ian Buckley’s lake cabin.”
    Silence on the other end of the phone. It stretched on.
    “Hello?” Jada asked finally. “Are you there?”
    “Soooo,” her father began, “you actually do know this Ian
Buckley person?”
    “Oh, honey. What do you mean, a cabin?” her mother asked.
    “It’s not actually a cabin. It’s more like an estate with a
mansion and everything. They just call it a cabin. It’s a rich people thing,”
Jada said.
    Ian grinned and turned on his side, watching her.
    “A rich people thing. What does that mean?” her mother
asked.
    “It doesn’t matter,” her father said.
    “Anyway,” Jada said, “Mr. Buckley has been kind to me and
has assured me he’s got his people working on figuring out what happened, how
this story got started and how to stop it. They’re going to get it all sorted
out tomorrow when the courthouse opens.”
    Ian raised a brow at her and mouthed silently, “Mr.
Buckley?”
    She waved him off.
    “You mean to say, you’ve met this man, this ... this ...
billionaire?” her mother asked, her voice an awed, half-whisper.
    “I have,” Jada answered.
    “Is he with you now?” The identical question came from her
parents at the same time, but with very different tones. Her mother said it
with longing uplift at the end, clearly hoping the answer would be yes. Her
father, meanwhile, said it deep and low, with suspicion, and obviously wanted
the answer to be no.
    “He is here, at the estate, with me,” Jada sad. “We had a
picnic today.”
    Again, silence fell on the line.
    “Well,” her mother finally said, her voice cheery now, “I
see no reason to hurry home, Monty. Jada is obviously well-cared for, safe and
sound.”
    “I don’t know,” her father said. “Nothing about this seems right.
Are you people aware that Monday is Memorial Day? What kind of billionaire
doesn’t know the courthouse won’t be open on Memorial Day? And what about you,
Jada?”
    A short laugh burst out of her. “Oh no! I forgot about that.
I was going to go into the office anyway, so that’s probably why I