Ch.13: The Library

Yennifer

I was way out of my league.

Why did I ever think this was a good idea?

I had stepped out of my truck and was staring up at the profoundly striking architecture of the De’Aubery Estate. I’d only seen a few small, grainy glimpses of the house in newspaper articles about the former tenants. Those pictures had not done this place justice.

I knew Nikolai was the Russian millionaire. I’d connected the dots early on, and had kept it secret from my friends, unsure as to how they would react. Plus, I hadn’t ever meant to build any kind of relationship with him before I found out I was pregnant.

What was I doing here?

What would a Russian millionaire do with a pitifully poor American woman who had nothing to offer other than the burdens of a child?

As I was about to scurry back into my truck and make a mad dash out of there, the glossy-painted black double doors—that did not fit in with the rest of the house—opened and Aaron stepped out. “Hi there,” he called out. “What can I he