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

TV and you aren’t going to believe
this. You got a television close? Turn it to the Celebrity Gossip Channel.”
    Jada shuddered. “I’m not going to like this, I know it.”
    “Turn it on. Now,” Marina insisted.
    Jada went over and climbed onto her massive, canopied bed.
She used the remote to raise the big flatscreen TV from the gleaming wood
cabinet at the bed’s footboard. She found the menu on the TV and selected CGTV.
    The title of the program displayed at the top of the screen:
“Ian and Jada, a Story of Secret, Runaway Love.”
    Jada wanted to turn the stupid thing off, but she couldn’t
do it. This was worse than a train wreck, with an off-the-charts gawk factor.
“That’s got to be the dumbest—”
    “Most amazing thing ever,” Marina finished with glee. “Shh!
They’re telling Ian’s life story.”
    Jada shook her head and listened to Ian’s biography, CGTV
style. And CGTV style basically meant repeating every piece of titillating
gossip ever whispered about the billionaire’s sex life. A lengthy chain of
women claimed to have been Ian’s lovers at one time or another. One middle-aged
woman swore she took Ian’s virginity when he was a teenager.
    “This is revolting,” Jada said. “This isn’t a biography; it’s
a sideshow of tawdry bimbos.”
    “Ha-ha! Exactly. It’s fabulous.”
    A crisp knock sounded on Jada’s door and she knew from the
sound that it was Elly. She called for her to come in.
    Young Elly stepped inside, looking fresh and neat with her
crisp white apron and bobbed, brown hair. “I came to get your breakfast dishes
if you’re finished.”
    “Who’s that?” Marina asked on the phone.
    “It’s Elly. I told you about her.” Jada looked at the girl.
“Thanks Elly. I’m finished. Except for the rest of that croissant out there.
Can you bring it to me?”
    “Of course.” Elly headed out onto the balcony with a bright
smile.
    “Are you making that poor girl fetch your food for you?”
Marina teased.
    “I am. You’d be surprised how quickly you adjust to the good
life. You ought to see Ms. Kitty.”
    “Hell no. It’d probably kill me. I’m already nearly dead
from jealousy.”
    “Right now, Ms. Kitty’s out jogging with Sasha.”
    “I’m dying. Seriously. I’m keeling over from one of those
busted brain vein thingies. I hope you’re happy.”
    Jada grinned. “Oh, here’s Elly with my buttery, flaky
croissant. Thank you so much.”
    “I love croissants,” Marina whined. “I’m stuck in a crummy
fleabag motel eating stale potato chips from a vending machine, and you’re
eating fresh-baked pastries while your stupid cat is hanging with a supermodel.
It’s not fair.”
    “Yeah well, look at the TV. They’re getting ready to start
in on me and I’ve got a feeling you won’t be jealous much longer.” Dread rose
up in Jada’s stomach. She set the croissant aside.
    Elly stood beside the bed and eyed the TV. “Is that program
about you, Miss Jada?”
    “Right now it is,” Jada answered.
    “Can I watch?” Elly asked.
    Jada scooted over in the bed and patted the spot she’d
vacated. “Have a seat. But don’t believe a word you’re getting ready to hear.”
    “I know how it is. They’re always making up stories about
Mr. Ian.” She perched on the edge of the bed.
    On the TV, one of the more popular hosts at CGTV, Piper
Sandy, narrated the show in an aggressively chipper tone.
    “Jada Howarth grew up in the quaint hamlet of Springers
Glen,” Piper pronounced as the screen filled with a panning image of the town
square. “It’s the kind of place with lots of precious bed and breakfasts, and
where everyone knows your name when you go to the local farmer’s market.”
    Jada snorted. “What nonsense. It’s not that small.”
    “It’s pretty small,” Marina said in her ear.
    “The population is over 10,000. I don’t know all 10,000
people, do you?”
    “No, but ... whatever,” Marina said.
    At the same time, Elly said, “I only