Falling Prey To Love

Chapter OneThe room, cool and tidied had just a desk and three swivel chair. On the wall hung frames of important personnels, an award certificate and a motivational post card. Files of work neatly arranged and stacked at the corner of his desk. On the table lay a picture frame of an elderly woman, Melissa, his mother. The door opened noisily forcing him to shift his attention from the laptop on which he was frantically typing to the unwelcome visitor. His name was Daniel Graham, a mult- billionaire and CEO of Glassy Enterprise Limited. Twenty six years of age with an handsome face, beautiful physique and based in New york city, every woman's dream and fantasy but still a bachelor. Not that ladies didn't flaunt themself at him, he just wasn't interested. Still not interested in any female gender untill he get revenge for Melissa, his beloved mother who was coldly murdered for trying to protect his life.Ladies were nothing other than distraction. And in his case, he needed no distr

Chapter ThreeDylan's word replayed for the umpteen time in his head. How in heaven sake could Dylan say such trash? Daniel glanced at Dylan, uncertain if he just quipped."What has come over you, Dylan? For candy's sake, checking Patricia out was an involuntary action" He clarified patiently as Dylan stared at him in amusement"Why are you suddenly being defensive?" Without giving him a chance to reply, Dylan continued. The amusement completely wiped from his face. His body relaxed as though being interview for a brand opening. "Patricia won't be your real wife. It will be a contracted marriage. Probably after six month, you guys can seek a divorce. You could come up with a plausible lie for the divorce" "It won't work Dylan." Daniel placed the empty glass on the dinning table after gulping down it content. Pessimism clouded his mind. Restlessly, he began pacing. "Graham wants a grandchild!" "That shouldn't be an issue," Dylan commented drily. "You could always adopt. Do a private

Chapter 5Her rage was almost running out of check. What in pete sake did Dylan took her for? A slut? Biting down on her lower lip, Patricia refused to speak up for a while. "Anything to say?" Dylan prodded. "What's my pay?" A gold digger, definitely that was Patricia's identity. Daniel couldn't help but loath her and her beauty. What was he expecting? A saint? Damn it! He could imagine how suffocated he will feel, living in the same house with a lunatic. Mentally, he vowed to lock his bedroom to avoid losing his valuables."Five hundred thousand dollars monthly plus weekly allowance and additional privileges." Something which you obviously lack. Daniel added mentally. The last word was meant to be an insult. Glad to have accomplished his aim. Daniel sat back watching greed mixed with anger rolling in her eyes."One million dollar!" Patricia called out. They all presumed she was a bitchy gold digger. It didn't pull out any hair from her skin, hence she wasn't bothered. Alarmed, D

Chapter 7His heart ceased to function for a second as his world came to an abrupt end. Shit! This wasn't supposed to happen. What happened to all his hard work, and time invested in his Company? Will he watch silently as everything slipped to Mark's hand when he did not deserve it?This was worst than a nightmare. His optimistic self crumbled. He turned in despair to cast one last forlorn look at the door. A figure walked in with an astonishing, beautiful smile, dressed on a white flowing gown, behind her were unfamiliar faces.Her heart palpitated wildly with each steps she took. She was certain every one could hear her heart accelerating yet she couldn't halt it. So she put up a smile seeing a panick Daniel on the altar sweating profusely. Such a jerky bastard! Must be scared out of his wit, thinking he had been ditched. Patricia smiled. The thought of ditching him had never crossed her mind, but she was glad that he thought so. Approaching him, she could see his eyes widened fro

Chapter 9What the heck! Was he insane? Who the hell was this bastard speaking trash behind the phone. Furious, Mark took the phone away from his ears for a moment. Glancing at it, he sighed. Probably a wrong identity. Submerging his fury, Mark spoke in a soft voice. "Look, I don't know you. So I believe, this is a wrong identity. Please kindly recheck the number you just dialed. Thanks Gee!"There was a pregnant silent at the other end. A silent that made Mark presumed the anonymous caller was gone but then his voice broke the silence."I know what I am saying because, unfortunately, you are my biologically son. All your life, you grew up believing Graham to be your father, but in truth, Graham isn't your father. Melissa isn't your mother either.""And that makes me what? A bastard?" Mark snarled, sitting upright. This was the worst news he had ever received. "No, that makes you a parasite, feeding on other people's charity. I am ready to welcome you back home where you truly belon