I Married a Billionaire: Lost and Found (Contemporary Romance) by Melanie Marchande Read Free Book Online

find out."
    He blinked, pulling his phone out of his pocket. I saw him tap the screen a few times, then throw it on the bed and exclaim "fucking shit !"
    I picked up the phone and looked at it. He was on the purchase page of his own app store.  
    We're sorry, but there seems to be a problem with your payment method. Would you like to enter another card?
    The expression on his face was positively wild. "Why the fuck would they do this? What am I supposed to do now?" he shouted, at no one.
    I could think of several reasons why they might want to freeze all of his assets, actually - even if he wasn't considered a flight risk, if he was engaging in insider trading, any judge might reasonably assume that some of the tainted funds existed in one of his non-investment accounts too. It made sense - but he almost certainly didn't want to hear that right now.
    I wanted to pinch myself and wake up from this perfectly ordinary nightmare, but I knew without trying that it wasn't going to happen. Unfortunately, this made entirely too much sense to be imaginary.
    "Do you have some cash somewhere?" I asked, in a small voice. "I mean…you know, in case they can't unfreeze everything right away."
    He blinked again, slowly. "Yes," he said. "There's some in the safe. But not enough to live on for very long. And the company…we’ll have to suspend operations, we can’t even make payroll."
    "The accounts are in your name?" I frowned at him, realizing how little I knew about the day-to-day functions of the place I used to work.
    "No, but I have direct access. They froze all of those, too."
    "Well, as far as personal expenses go, I'm sure that Lindsey can help out, right?" I was trying to stay calm and reasonable, but it was getting more difficult by the moment.
    "Lindsey," he repeated, sitting down heavily on the bed again. "God. I'll have to call her as soon as it's late enough."
    "I'm sure she wouldn't mind hearing from you now," I said, gently. The sky was just beginning to be tinged with light around the edges. "She's your sister."
    He shook his head slowly. "No," he said. "I'll let her get her sleep. There's nothing she can do now."
    I couldn't argue with him there, so I sat back on the pillows and stared at the wall.  
    "Is this a bad dream?" he said, finally, after a long silence.
    "Sorry," I replied, managing a wan smile as I patted him on the leg. "But I'm pretty sure it's not."
    Suddenly, I felt very thirsty. I got up and walked down to the kitchen, fetching a water bottle from the fridge and drinking half of it in one gulp. Unsurprisingly, it didn't really make me feel any better.
    There certainly wasn't going to be any more sleep tonight. This morning. Whatever. I felt like I should eat something to settle my stomach, but I also felt like even a handful of saltines would probably come right back up, in my current state. I wandered fitfully around the apartment for a while, my arms hugged around my chest, shivering a little but unsure if I was cold or just on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
    I couldn't stop running it over and over in my head. Why? How? Is this real? Did he do it? Why? There was no explanation that made sense to me. I didn't know much about professional investing, but I had a feeling that the broker would be working with some kind of secure system that wasn't easily compromised. If someone wanted to frame Daniel for insider trading, could they realistically do it?  
    How many times had I heard the "I was hacked!" excuse, especially from public figures? Was he really trying to pull that one on me? His own wife?
    My stomach lurched.
    I looked up and realized that Daniel was in the kitchen, contemplating a bottle of whiskey. I hurried out to snatch it from his hands.
    "No," I said, putting it back into the cabinet. "I promise that's not going to make anything better."
    "You don't think so?" There was just a touch of wry humor in his eyes - just enough to remind me that he was still the same as he always had been. I