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BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE
BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE
ผู้แต่ง: TheLycanscribe

Chapter one

ผู้เขียน: TheLycanscribe
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Rosa heaved a sigh of relief as the groaning man rolled off her body. His sweat dropped directly into her eyes as he struggled off her, making her squint enough to see a quirky perverted but satisfied smile plastered on his lips.

She watched him wink at her, clicking his tongue as he adjusted his draws which he had pulled just below his knee, throwing his trousers on, and he was gone before she could say jack.

She did not even know his name, he was yet again one of her many nightly picks, safe to say he was one of the worsts she had picked yet.

Reaching for her pack of cigarettes beside the pillow, Rosa tossed a stick in between her lips, holding the duvet close to her chest to shield her naked body as she searched for her lighter on the nightstand.

A satisfied sigh left her lips this time as she drew in the smoke and puffed, lulling her head back to rest on the headboard.

When would it end, was all she could think about, how would she stop, why was it always the same thing, why was she still searching? What exactly was she even searching for?

Her life had been nothing but a joke, a complicated game in the hands of her creator like she liked to describe it, with her more than likely on the losing end.

It had been the same shit for most of her life, endlessly searching, every day as much as she could, for a missing piece of her. Something to fill the immense void in her heart, something to make her feel anything apart from pain.

But every time it proved futile and had gotten even harder when she realized that she had no idea what part of her, what piece was missing to even know how to go about finding it.

Yeah, it just about was like searching for a black goat at night, in the heart of New York.

Almost every day since her 19th birthday, it had been one guy or the other, in the quest to fulfill whatever it was in her that felt empty and void.

And each time she had been woefully disappointed. Maybe because each one seemed promising, or perhaps she had just been too expectant of them, they came with the hope of better, like she was just a few minutes of sex away from finding what she was in quest for, but one too many times, each man almost as bad as the last.

Staring at the ceiling, Rosa took a drag of her cigar chastising herself to forget about her issues and focus on…well, there wasn't much to focus on anyway, except that brown spot on her ceiling that looked like leak stains.

She should call her plumber she thought just as her phone went off. Groaning at the annoying sound, Rosa reached for it, a small smile painted her face when she saw the little storm emoji on the caller ID.

Storm was and is her all-time best friend, the one person who had managed to keep her grounded and on her toes as much as possible.

They had met in high school and had stuck to each other ever since, going almost everywhere together like Mac and cheese. Storm was the mature, calculated, and ambitious one, who had her life before her.

Rosa was the splitting opposite of that, immature, reckless, and certainly not ambitious.

Hitting the green button on the screen of her phone, Rosa placed the phone to her ears and said a small hello.

“Hello honey bunny” Rosa needed no soothsayer to tell her that her friend was in the mood for some partying.

The sound of her voice and the little squeal at the end did all the talking. Storm also doubled as an avid party girl, often leaving Rosa wondering how she managed to keep up with being both this ravenous party girl who could drink everyone under the table and still be good at being the humble, meek, responsible woman.

“What is it Storm ?” Rosa asked a tired drawl in her voice.

“Why do you sound like that? Are you sleeping already?” Storm asked, and Rosa could imagine her taking her phone off her ears to glance at the time.

It was barely a few minutes past 10 pm and while she had started her evening off, Rosa figured she might get some good out of the remaining few hours.

“Where are we going this time?” She asked, already making her way out of the bed and towards the bathroom.

“Some exclusive club I got invited to, they didn't say if I should bring a friend, but I would be damned to go anywhere like this without you, sugar,” Storm said, eliciting a smile from Rosa.

“Okay, I'll be ready, I'm twenty,” Rosa said simply as she made mental notes of what she would wear.

“Oh and Rosa?” Storm called from the other end.

“Yeah?”

“Wear something classy, it's not the regular club. I'll be waiting downstairs,” she said with a seriousness that made Rosa know she meant business.

Rosa rummaged through her closet, half-ass, wondering what exactly Storm meant by 'dress classy' hadn't she always been classy?

A few minutes later her eyes fell on a red silk dress, it wasn't her favorite outfit but as she slipped it on, her hands brushing over the smooth fabric, Rosa found herself loving it.

It was far from her usual, not too figure hugging but enough to show her subtle curves and the beautiful arch of her cleavage, with a high slit that showcased her long legs which were smooth thankfully, she had shaved them just the day before.

Her phone rang again just as she donned some lipstick and blush, just about enough makeup to get her through the night.

Slipping her feet into black stilettos, and grabbing her black couch purse which had barely anything in it, Rosa walked out of the house and downstairs to where she knew Storm was waiting.

The click of her heels gave her a thrill and flipping her long silky black mane behind her shoulders, Rosa was ready to take the plunge, perhaps a little good might come out of it.

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    The following week moved by in a haze of routines. Days melted into nights in the quiet mansion, and Rosalina slowly adapted to the luxury and calm. Damon had returned to work, but every evening, he came home earlier than she expected…sometimes with groceries, sometimes with pastries, and once, with a sketchpad and expensive markers. He had noticed her doodling on napkins and wanted her to "have the real thing."It melted all her defenses. Every little act of kindness, every word of encouragement he gave her chipped at the wall she'd built around herself. But she refused to name the feeling growing inside her…not yet.Damon had found a way to not just spend time with her but with the tiny life growing in her. Little evening walks around the grounds, or just simply watching the sunset.And as much as Rosalina wanted to deny it, she loved every single minute they spent together. Every second she spent with him meant knowing him a little bit more. Uncovering the mystery that was this ma

  • BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE   Chapter nineteen

    The morning sunlight filtered through the hospital blinds, casting pale golden streaks across the bed. Rosa stirred, blinking slowly, and found Damon still in the chair by her side. He hadn’t left. Not once. He looked tired…disheveled, a far cry from the prim and proper, composed billionaire she was used to, but he was still handsome and devilishly appealing despite his disheveled state. “You stayed” she wanted to ask but it came out as a statement, her voice still hoarse from the sleep. Damon glanced at her, his gaze so soft she could melt under his green eyes. He straightened in the chair and offered a smile. “Yeah. You were muttering in your sleep. Something about punching me if I ever let you go through this alone.” Rosa laughed and rolled her eyes. “Sounds like me.” “Storm dropped by” Damon stated, I called her. “ I figured she’d want to know whatever happens” “Where’s she?” Rosa asked with such urgency. It would be amazing to see her best friend after all this tim

  • BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE   Chapter eighteen

    Rosa woke up to the sound of beeping machines and painfully bright light. She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her sight to the brightness around her while trying to recall how she got there. She tried to move but her limbs were heavy, her throat dry and her belly rumbled a little from hunger. A nurse hovered beside her, adjusting something on one of the machines.“Look who’s awake” she cooed and she moved closer. “How do you feel?” “Not very good,” Rosa said trying to sit upright.“Please don’t.” The nurse discouraged her, placing a hand on her shoulders to help her back down. “What’s wrong?” Rosa asked, concerned. Her hands flew to her bump as she remembered vividly how she’d gotten here. The disapproving look on Doctor Adam’s face was the last thing she remembered and now her anxiety was back in full swing. “You were brought in by your husband,” the nurse said and Rosa resisted the urge to correct her. It would be weird to tell the nurse that the man who had brought her in

  • BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE   Chapter seventeen

    It's been a few weeks in Damien's house and life has gone back to being pretty normal, or at least close to normal.Rosa had almost completely adjusted to her new life, going on antenatal runs with Storm, which she was grateful for, and being back to her art.Brilliant golden rays streamed through the open windows of the room, it was perfect. Rosa had found it after giving herself a tour of the entire building and from the minute she walked in, Rosa knew this was going to be her studio…Well, as long as she stayed in the penthouse that is.A half-finished painting stood in front of her, the smell of oil paint strong in the air. Rosa studied the strokes of dull gray and crimson red on the canvas, her right hand held a paint brush while her left hand rested absentmindedly on the slight curve of her bump. Rosa adjusted her glasses as she worked, eyes squinted in keen focus, her left hand clutching onto her palate like for dear life the brush in her right made small intricate patterns on

  • BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE   Chapter sixteen

    The clanging of pots and pans from a distance woke Rosa up with a start, rolling over to glance at the clock on her bedside table, Rosa gasped at how late she had slept in.But it wasn't her fault, there was no way she would blame herself for that, not after sleeping on the comfiest bed ever. It had easily been the best sleep of her entire life, she had slept so comfortably she could feel the dry drool on the side of her cheeks.Dashing into the bathroom, Rosa freshened up, amazed at all the products and necessities he already had available for her, money is good she thought. Rosa happily took an ‘everything’ shower, making sure to use as much product as she could and noting her favorites and least favorites. Stepping out of the shower and feeling more refreshed than ever in her life, Rosa dug through the clothesline in the wardrobe and fished for something comfy. If there was one thing she would do here, it would be comfortable,she didn’t mind having to deal with seeing him everyd

  • BEING THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDE   Chapter fifteen

    “So what? Does he just expect you to move in? Just like that?” Storm looked perplexed “Are you sure you heard him right?” She asked further, clearly not convinced that Damon had decided to take responsibility.“Yes, Storm I heard him right.” Rosa said rolling her eyes," I told you all I had to do was go public, these rich people hate when they are trending for the wrong reasons." “Wow.” Storm managed, pouring a glass of wine for herself and some apple juice for Rosa.“Yeah, wow,” Rosa said sarcastically. “I don't even know how I feel about all this anymore,” Rosa added, taking the glass from Storm and downing it in one gulp. Her heart sank a little when she realized she meant those words, yes she had initially wanted this but now, maybe it wasn’t all that. She had no idea how she felt if she wanted this…staying with him…she had hoped for his cooperation and nothing more, but it seemed things were getting pretty real now.“Hey,” Storm said comfortingly, taking a seat beside her on

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