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Hearts at the Helm:A Billionaire's Gamble on Love
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Clarkson Roberts is America's youngest shipping billionaire tycoon, ruling his empire with ruthless efficiency. The world views him as immovable, unstoppable—yet behind the button-down collars and billion-dollar deals lies a man tangled in secrets. Jonah Jones is a brilliant marine architect with intransigent principles and a wall of debt. Assigned to revamp Clarkson's private yacht fleet, Jonah sees trouble ahead with his impossible new boss—but not lust. What begins as a sparring over ship designs and price tags quickly ignites into a dangerous passion. But when corporate scandals, shareholder intimidation, and past treachery are thrown into the mix, Clarkson and Jonah must decide: can their love be strong enough to weather a storm that could consume them both?
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Chapter 1: The Unwelcome Architect
Streaks of lights penetrate the curtains, illuminating the dim room as the alarm came off.
Still dazed from sleep, She stretched out her hand to put it off. She couldn't move, something warm, soft and yet so strong was wrapped around her waist.
Annoyed, she slap at it but it wouldn't budge. Too tired to play with what ever that was, her heavy lids start closing for a second nap.
When she felt something wet on her neck as a warm breath hit her ear, her eyes flutter open in alarm as she took in the face so close to hers.
"Good morning, wife"
A scream fell from her lips, when she found an unclothed man on her bed. "Who the hell are you? and what are you doing in my room?"
Her nipples harden as chills from the cool air hit her sensitive skin, with a shiver, she looked down to see herself in nothing but a thin shirt that was big enough to cover her small body, reaching down to her thighs. Something that was obviously not hers.
Oh! no, why am I wearing nothing inside? D-did we? But I can't feel anything down there.
As if he could tell what was going through her mind,
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything to you last night,"
he paused, searching her face. He Lean towards her ears, "b'cos if I did you wouldn't get off this bed for weeks."
Looking at the little Lady in his arms, an amused curve forms on his lips as he watched different expressions display on her face.
A soft gasp left her lips when he bend to carry her. Scurrying away from his side, Daniel watch her fall off the bed landing on her bum much to her dismay.
Lana stood quite embarrassed as she rubbed her aching butt with dissatisfaction, clearly shown on her face.
Winkling a brow in amusement, he let out a throaty laugh, When she ran into the bathroom with a red face.
**
Turning the shower off, she step out wrapping her blue towel around her body. She was Choosing a nice top and shorts to put on, when a call came through her phone.
"Hello grandma,"
"Young lady,why have you not been picking your calls? Anyway come down stairs, I'm outside your door."
" Wait, grandma you didn't..." She was interrupted with a bip sound.
She went downstairs, towards the entrance door totally forgetting the man in the house.
"Good morning grandma," Lana gushed with a Chicky smile as she ushered the old lady in.
"Lana, did you know how worried I was when Old Wang called me, saying you left after the argument you had with your father. I did call your number several times,"
"I'm sorry grandma, my phone was on silent, I won't miss your call next time," she responded with a pout while hugging the old lady to make her happy.
What's that aroma, Mrs. Song went to the dining area,her eyes falling on the two plates full of food. Already salivating, "i didn't know you had a visitor" she threw Lana a quizzical look.
"Grandma, I..." She try to say but her words came hanging when the strange Man walked out of the kitchen in just trousers. 'Oh! No, what should I do now,' she thought in panic.
"Lana Lang," her grandmother called her full name, waiting for explanation. "I never took you for a woman who would do something like this just because of your parent's pressure. Now tell me,who this Man is to you and what he is doing in your house."
Before she could come up with an answer, she was pulled into an embrace,
"Good morning, grandma, I'm Daniel Li. Your granddaughter's husband, nice to meet you,"
he says, eyes challenging her to say otherwise. But she couldn't, this was her plan, anyway, when they were alone she will explain certain things to him.
Yes that's it, she thought smiling but why did she feel like she's fallen in a trap.
Wrinkling her brows, She glared at him.
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