The Billionaire's Feisty Little Wife

of textbooks and notes. She was a junior majoring in business administr

er, and she had been on her own ever since. We'll not that really since she received proper help from her Aunt. She'd helped her with her

her confidence. Gabrielle was strong and resilient. She ha

re was a knock at the door. She got up to answer it, expecti

it was a courier hold

ked, looking at her wit

g a sense of trepidation

ope. "This is for you," he said,

om who? She opened the envelope

ment. It was a marriage certificate. And her name

ick R

he gut. Married? How was that possible? She h

ertificate stated that she and Maverick had been mar

at was impossible. She would have remembered ge

arching for answers. But the more s

t to burst. Why had she gotten married without reme

idn't know what to think or feel. One moment, she was single, and the

er phone rang. She hesitated for a mom

told her tha

cing with anticipation. "Hello?" she

line before a low, husky voice spoke. "Mis

a beat. Who was this per

d ask any questions

there, holding her phone and

A piece of paper on th

k it up, her heart rac

n the paper, Gabrielle'

et me at the coffee shop on 5th Street

er whole world was cr

nd who was be

watch, her heart r

ust a few

ughts. Her marriage, the call, and the note. Everything seemed like a p

her Aunt but she was living overseas and she was embarrassed to disturb her with such nonsense.

her. She would've told her earlier if she did. She sighed in resignation,

as beating fast. She had decided to take a chance and meet t

scanned the room for any sign of the person she was supposed to mee

dn't even know who this pe

und, deciding to leave. But as she reached the door, she felt a pang of

off the feeling that she was making a mistake. Sh

hake off the feeling of unease. She felt like she had jus

and questions. Who was the person who had written her th

king about what could have been, and what might happen next. Wi

dn't be Maverick Ryder otherwise she wouldn