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

know you, Miss Jada.”
    “Sorry,” Jada said to Elly. “I was talking to Marina. She’s
my sister. On the phone.” She held out her cell.
    “Oh, your sister? Tell her I said hi.”
    “Elly says hi, Marina.”
    “Tell her I said hi back.”
    “Hi back, Elly.”
    The picture on the screen changed to a cringe-worthy school
photo of Jada in second grade when she’d recently lost one of her front teeth
and would only go to school if her mother let her wear a huge, feathery pom-pom
on the top of her head.
    “Jada was an eccentric child, who attended school at this
picturesque little building,” Piper crooned, the screen changing to a small
school that Jada had never seen before. It looked like a one room schoolhouse
from the nineteenth century.
    Jada snorted. “What a crock.”
    Elly shot her an uncertain glance while Marina shushed her.
    A tiny, wrinkled elderly woman with a snow white bun on top
of her head appeared on the screen. Jada didn’t recognize the woman until she
read the caption: “Stella Crocker, retired kindergarten teacher.”
    “It’s Mrs. Crocker!” Jada and Miranda called out in unison.
    “She looks so old,” Miranda said.
    Jada goggled. “She must be a hundred and fifty. She was
ancient back then.”
    “Oh yes, I remember Jada well,” Mrs. Crocker said in her
crackly, fragile voice. “She was a very good girl. Always washed her hands
after she used the bathroom and never ate the glue sticks. I knew she’d turn
out fine. Her younger sister was another matter. That one was trouble from the
git-go. She ate glue sticks like they were sweet pickles.”
    “Oh my God,” Marina moaned. “I can’t believe she called me
out on national television for eating glue. I never did like that woman.”
    Jada stifled a laugh. Movement by her open bedroom door
caught her attention. Sasha sauntered into the room, her arms filled with tabby
cat and several large baggies.
    “I brought Cat back for you,” Sasha said, strolling over to
the bed, and peering at the TV. “Whatcha watching?”
    “It’s a show about Miss Jada and Mr. Ian,” Elly said, never
taking her eyes from the program.
    “Huh.” Sasha dropped Ms. Kitty onto the bed, then crawled
past Elly, over Jada’s legs, propped up a few pillows against the headboard,
and settled in beside Jada. “How fun. I’d love to learn all about Mr. and Mrs.
Buckley.”
    Ms. Kitty wedged herself between Jada and Sasha, curled
herself in a ball and promptly closed her eyes for a nap.
    “Who is that?” Marina asked in the phone.
    “It’s Sasha.”
    Marina squealed loud enough that Sasha heard it.
    “Who’s that?” Sasha asked.
    “My sister, Marina.”
    “Why is she screaming? Is someone attacking her? Tell her to
go for the eyes. It’s more effective than going for the groin, trust me.”
    Jada struggled to hear Piper Sandy on the television, but
between Marina and Sasha, she was having no luck. “For crying out loud,” Jada
said. “I’m putting you on speaker, Marina. Introduce yourself to Sasha.”
    “Hi Sasha! I’m Marina.”
    “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Buckley’s sister.”
    “So you really don’t care that Jada married your fiancée?”
    “Of course not. Only Agatha could care about that.”
    “Shh!” Jada hissed.
    A good-looking woman was on the screen. She was around
Jada’s age, and Jada instantly knew who she was without reading the caption.
    Marina gasped. “It’s Lindy Swinson.”
    “Who’s Lindy Swinson?” Sasha asked, opening up one of the
baggies and scooping out a handful of what appeared to be an orange colored
chip. A cheese curl/puff? Surely not, Jada thought.
    “She’s a mean girl from high school,” Jada said.
    “Jada and I were like this,” Lindy gushed all over the
screen, holding up a pair of manicured, crossed fingers. “You never found one
of us without the other. We were true BFFs. I think we had one of those
necklaces, you know, where the charm is cut in half and you each have your own
half. She