Crazy Billionaire: What Do You Want From Me?

General POV"Hi, I’m Ethan Moore. You're mine from this moment onward," he declares, holding the car door open for her.“What?—” Elizabeth exclaims.“Get in the car,” Ethan commands, unfazed by her protest.“What—I don’t even know who you are—you think having a baritone voice can make you stand in front of me and spout rubbish from that godforsaken thing you call a mouth?!” Elizabeth's irritation is palpable.Ethan smirks. Nice, she’s got a sharp tongue—he likes sharp tongue.Turning to the nearest bodyguard, he orders, “get her in the car.”Meeting Elizabeth's gaze, he adds, “if she resists, throw her in the trunk.”Elizabeth almost loses it. Did the guy just say to throw her in the trunk? Her, Elizabeth Claire? Is she some piece of garbage? Having said his piece, Ethan steps into the car and sits calmly like he isn’t about to abduct a stranger. Having a family that insists he brings a wife home is exhausting. They don't care about his happiness; all they want is a wife, no matter w

General POV "Thanks," Ethan continues. "There are plenty of girls at my beck and call who wouldn't hesitate to be my wife... but I want you."Elizabeth blinks rapidly for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words."It seems like you've started speaking a different language entirely. Please, speak to me in English. I don't understand Portuguese," she looks keenly into his eyes.Ethan chuckles. ‘She's witty.’"Here's the thing: I need you to pretend to be my wife," he replies calmly.Elizabeth almost snaps her neck as she swiftly turns to look behind her, making sure he's indeed referring to her and not someone else. ‘…’ There's no one behind her."I still don't quite understand you. Do you mean figuratively—""The exact literal meaning," Ethan cuts in.Elizabeth falls silent for a couple of seconds, processing his words. Then she bursts out, "Are you insane? Have you lost your mind? Wait, are you a con artist? Is this some kind of joke?!""Those are a lot of questions, Spitfire. Easy," E

Elizabeth’s POVStifling a yawn, I head downstairs, running my eyes quickly, over the numerous doors in the hallway. I wonder which room belongs to Ethan. The one next to mine? Wait, why am I even concerned? Shaking sense back into my head, I hop down the stairs. The maids are up already. Wow. I presume most of them don’t know who I am since I got here very late last night. However, the kinds of looks I’m receiving right now are making me think otherwise. I think they’ve all been informed about me. Ignoring the gazes, I help myself into the kitchen—it’s easy to locate, it doesn't even have a door. “Good morning, Lizzy.” Moana smiles politely as soon as I walk in. I hear her giving instructions to the cook and I return her smile with a sweet one. “Morning, Moana.”I’m glad she isn’t referring to me as ‘ma’am’. Nice. “Let me help you with that.” She collects the tray from my hand and moves to drop it in the sink. “Did you sleep well, Lizzy?” She pulls back to read my face. “You

Elizabeth’s POV My stomach growls. I chuckle, rubbing my hand on my tummy. “I know, baby.”I step back into my—the—room and close the door behind me. I head into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and soak myself in the bath for about fifteen minutes. I then walk into the room, dry my body, sit before the dresser and rub cream all over. After I’m done, I walk into the closet and choose a set of comfy Burberry sweatshirts and joggers. I smile to myself in the mirror and head downstairs. The aroma coming from the dining table fills my lungs as soon as I reach the foot of the staircase. My stomach growls in response to the enticing invite and I shuffle my feet into the dining area. The dining table is long—the longest I’ve seen in my over twenty years on earth. Is this a common room or something? Or a palace? Damn.Right above the long dining table is a stunning crystal chandelier. I ogle at it—it’s so mesmerizing. The moment I tear my gaze away from it, my eyes land on the breakfast o

Elizabeth’s POVI bite on my bottom lip, immediately hating myself for snapping at her. Alexa’s friendly, but I have to do what I have to do. That man can’t just kidnap me and expect things to be alright. Never.Since I only want to do some retouching, there’s no harm in it. Right?“I’ll get the paints.” Alexa speaks, breaking my chain of thoughts. “Good! I love that.” I grin at her.Alexa turns to head downstairs to go do as she’s instructed, but my next words make her stop in her tracks, abruptly.“You’ll be getting fifteen buckets, each of wine and black paints.“ I watched her turn around and stare blankly at me, question marks written all over her face.“You heard me right. Those two colors will make everywhere spicy.” I giggle. “Hum, I don’t think that’s a good idea ma’am. Mr. Ethan wouldn’t like that at all.”I’m irritated again. “And who the hell are you to tell me what he’ll like or not?” Alexa looks down at her feet, biting on the corner of her lips. My heart throbs. I kn