Page 9 of His Collateral Wife

It's scary, that's what it is.

(How is it scary?)

Because what if I didn't get it?

(You would not "get" it if you were not my child.)

(But you are. Aren't you?)

Romans 10:9 Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.

Where the Heart is

My husband's men give me time to collect my belongings, meager as they are, and Mr. Stranger-In-Charge doesn't even blink when I tell him what else I'd like to have with me.

"As you wish, mademoiselle."

I start questioning myself as soon as I hear the words. He makes it sound like things are already as good as done, but are they, really?

In my nineteen years of existence, God's the only one who's been faithful to His promises and no one else.

To believe that it's the Prince of Killers of all people who would break the cycle is insane.

Right?

It's late in the afternoon when we board a chopper that looks more like it's designed for war than luxury. Instead of fancy leather seats, I find myself strapped against the wall and surrounded by heavily armed security while the pilot starts talking in my ear about dos and don'ts for every worst-case scenario that is.

An optimist, our pilot definitely isn't, but I think that's a good thing, with how vengeful my father has already revealed himself to be.

One day at a time, Eden.

My newfound freedom likely won't last, but I'm still determined to enjoy it every chance I get.

Starting now.

I was only four when we came to live on the island. I've never been off it since, and I was never allowed to use the Internet, read books or watch TV. The only thing they allowed me to own were clothes and shoes, and yet now...

"Your phone, mademoiselle."

All I can do is stare at the pretty lavender-colored phone one of the guys has just placed in my hand.

"What can I use it for?"

He stares at me as if not understanding the question, but I'm not sure how to make myself any clearer.

"You can use it for anything and everything you need, mademoiselle."

I nearly jump in shock.

It's the voice of Mr. Stranger-In-Charge speaking in my ear.

Even though I saw him stay behind as we took off, I know I can't be mistaken about it, and I guess it's the magic of technology at work that I'm still able to hear his voice.

"The phone is already linked to the master's bank account. You may use it to purchase or pay for whatever you wish. His secretary has also set up your own email and social media accounts on your behalf. If you need anything else, Gastone is on Speed Dial 3."

"And Gastone is..."

"The master's secretary."