From His Fake Wife to Billionaire Heiress Chapter 85: An Invitation Home

So that was what he meant.

Try out the game controller.

The warmth in her cheeks, which had barely faded, threatened to return—only this time, it was out of sheer embarrassment over her own cluelessness.

She lifted her gaze and found Sebastian watching her, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Well, she might as own it.

Riley met his look squarely. "Alright then. Wouldn't want to turn down an offer like that. Lead the way, Mr. Torres."

"Sure."

His low reply hung in the air as he turned the wheel smoothly.

The car fell quiet again.

Riley pulled out her phone and shot a text to Lydia. "Heading back late tonight. Don't wait up."

Lydia replied almost instantly, followed by a string of winking emojis that said more than any words could.

"Got it! Honestly, don't even bother coming home. My lips are sealed!"

Clearly, Lydia's imagination had raced miles ahead of where Riley's own thoughts had briefly wandered.

Riley tucked her phone away and turned back to the window.

They'd already left downtown behind and were now climbing a winding hillside road.

Streetlights grew sparse, replaced by manicured hedges and luxury homes tucked deep among the trees.

The higher they went, the more spaced out the estates became, each radiating an air of seclusion and privilege.

Finally, the car passed through a heavy automated gate and entered a private driveway.

It dawned on Riley that the entire hillside seemed to hold only a handful of sprawling manor-style villas, each positioned for maximum privacy and sweeping views.

From this height, the glittering nighttime skyline of Havenbrook stretched out below—a breathtaking panorama.

Ashford Manor was considered impressive in its own right, but up here, it felt almost modest by comparison.

Every piece of land, every unobstructed vista, spoke plainly of influence and wealth in its most tangible form.

Even at the peak of the Ashfords' fortune, they wouldn't have dared to dream of owning property like this.

It struck Riley as almost surreal—Sebastian bringing her back to what felt like a modern-day castle, all under the pretext of testing some new gaming gear.

The car glided into a spacious underground garage and came to a smooth stop.

A row of high-end luxury vehicles stood neatly parked along one side.

As Riley stepped out, her attention was instantly caught by two large shapes resting on the nearby helipad.

In the dim light, a pair of sleek helicopters sat like dormant beasts, their rotor blades gleaming coldly under the garage's ambient lighting.

It was an undeniably striking sight.

She turned toward Sebastian, who had just retrieved the gift bag with the controller from the back seat. "You know how to fly those?"

He shook his head casually as he started toward the elevator.

"No," he said, his long strides effortless. "But Havenbrook traffic can be a nightmare. I don't like wasting time sitting in gridlock."

So while everyone else was stuck bumper-to-bumper, he simply flew over it all.

Direct, efficient, and a little ruthless.

Riley followed, once again reminded of the sheer scale of her fiancé's world.

Just then, an older man in a crisp tuxedo approached briskly from the direction of the elevator.

He appeared to be in his sixties, his steps steady, his expression warm and welcoming.

"Welcome home, Mr. Torres," he said, offering a respectful nod to Sebastian before his eyes shifted politely to Riley. "You must be Ms. Harper. A pleasure to welcome you to the estate."

He moved to take the bag from Riley's hand.

Slightly taken aback by the formality, she shifted it gently aside. "Hello. Have we... met before? I'm fairly sure this is my first visit."

The butler's smile remained unchanged, though something knowing glimmered in his eyes.

Naturally, he wouldn't mention that the master had shared her photo and details with the staff days ago, along with clear instructions to treat her as the future lady of the house.

"Mr. Torres informed us an honored guest would be joining him this evening," he replied smoothly. "Please allow me, Ms. Harper. It's what I'm here for."

Riley understood.

She didn't press further, handing over her bag with a polite smile. "Thank you."

Sebastian didn't interject during the exchange.

He simply guided Riley into a private elevator, while the butler—Gideon Vance—stood respectfully outside until the polished silver doors slid shut.

Inside, the elevator walls were so highly polished they mirrored everything back like a still lake.

Riley caught her own reflection beside Sebastian's tall, composed figure and felt a faint wave of disorientation.

Just a few hours ago, she'd been at the mall, spending Lucas' money to settle a long-planned score.

And now, here she was, inside another man's private sanctuary, about to... play video games with him.