Delivering To His Secret Mansion

To pay off Edward’s debts, I spent three years delivering takeout through freezing sleet and torrential downpours.

The day I found out I was pregnant, an order notification pinged on my phone just as I was about to log off for the night. A five-dollar tip. With our joint account permanently overdrawn, five dollars meant two days of groceries, so I accepted the run.

The GPS guided me up into a private hilltop community overlooking the bay. When the towering double doors clicked open, I couldn’t help but glance past the entryway.