“You’ll do exactly as I say,” she whispered coldly, “starting with the man you’ll marry tomorrow.” Selena was designated to marry the Billionaire, until Mitchell noticed that he was going broke. Hence she pushed her other, legitimate daughter into the pit to marry the Broke Billionaire. What happens when it's revealed that he isn't a billionaire going broke, but a Trillionaire in control of global industries?
Lihat lebih banyakNatalie's POVWhat's the worst decision of my life? Obviously not deciding to learn when I needed and had the passion, time and everything to. Like, why do I still find myself digging the wardrobe for more options, when I already have a whole lot out there already?The room's now a mess from the clothes I spewed all over the room. On the floor are clothes I find casual, not worthy of me and definitely not the Party. And right on the bed are dresses I picked out that I could choose from when I'm left with no other options.I keep digging and I see one or two I could choose from. My hands are literally aching from the whole stress. I guess I need to really stop now. I don't even know what the time would be. I just hope it's not too far gone. Because I have to clean up the rook in the best possible way I could before I get accused of being a mess and a pauper in this fancy home…not by the owner but by the employees.What an audacity right?But that's what I gotta live with. My goal no
Natalie's POVThe stare between the man and I was intense. My heart beats crazily within me as if I had this crazy idea that what is inside the box could actually be a bomb.Oh no. Get that ridiculous thought out of your head.I was about to give up, turning around to walk back into the house when he finally decided to speak up.“You can check it yourself. But I'm quite sure it's gonna sweep you off your feet.”The same his words fell on my ears, the same time my lips curled into a mocking smile. And I couldn't just control the laughter that rolled out of my mouth.It stings.I covered my mouth, squinting my eyes, I saluted,at the same time reaching out to the trolley.“My regards to your boss.”I turned seamlessly and walked back into where I came from. When the door closed behind me, I heard my breath coming down as a sigh of relief.Wow!!! Didn't know I had been holding a breath. I looked down at the box in the troller.I'm definitely curious to know what he's got in there. I mean
Natalie’s POV“What could that mean?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, soft, almost swallowed by the sun. But the man had already turned his gaze away, back to his silent watch as if I wasn’t even standing there.A better punishment.My pulse throbbed in my ears. The phrase coiled inside me like a snake, winding tighter, squeezing harder the more I thought about it.Punishment for what? For the dinner? For the wine? For daring to touch Wilfred?My throat tightened. Surely not. He wasn’t the kind of man to waste time on such trivialities. Was he? No—Wilfred was ice, calculation, control. Every move of his was deliberate. If he had wanted me destroyed last night, I would already be ashes.But he did already. He made me clean up his room. Would he even want to sleep there anymore?So mysterious that I can't even guess what he's thinking.I let my eyes drop to the maids. Three of them, their knees pre
Natalie's POVI slipped into the blue floral gown I’d chosen—simple, above the knee, soft fabric brushing against my skin. No makeup. No elaborate styling. My hair was tugged into a neat ponytail, an effortless gesture that felt strangely liberating after last night’s humiliation. I slid into a pair of designed slippers and gave myself one final glance in the mirror.I refused to look back at what had happened. If Wilfred wanted to act as though I was beneath him, so be it. Today, I would carry myself as though nothing had shaken me.And I'll keep going so long he helps me get my father's company. It belongs to me and not my father's goddamn wife.Stepping out of the room, I expected to hear the faint shuffle of the maids or the hum of quiet chatter floating through the house. But the air was heavy. Still. No footsteps, no voices. Just silence echoing in the corridors.A frown creased my face. They had to be in the kitchen. Where else would they be this early?Well it's too early to g
Natalie's POV I grunt as I drag my hand through my hair, tugging at the messy tangles that feel like they’ve been glued together by exhaustion. Every part of my body aches as though I’ve been dragged through gravel and back again. The room is too dark, thick shadows pressing in, giving me no clue where I am until the familiar scent of perfume crawls up my nostrils. My throat is dry, my lips cracked.I guess it's too early to wake up with these feelings I'm getting. My head is getting drowsy and the room is still dark.But I feel something like if I don't get up now, I might collapse on the bed due to hunger.I rub the sleep from my eyes with my palm and groan. It feels like I’ve been through hell. And maybe I have.I sat up on the bed, closed my eyes again. I was back to routine again. Everyone in the circle did. Some wake up early to exercise, some wake up early to go to their business but I wake up late to sit up on my bed and take a little nap before standing up to do any activit
Natalie's POV The moment Wilfred’s footsteps faded down the hall, I broke.No..no..no. I didn'tMy laughter tore out of me like I had been holding it in. It was louder than I meant it to be. It rattled around the balcony and back into my ears until I had to clutch the rail for balance. Gods, was that me all day? Acting, performing, wanting to please him? That's not like me..what made me do that?It seemed like the whole bottle of non-alcoholic wine I took was messing up with my brain the way it had never done.I pressed my hand against my mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but it only made me laugh harder. My body shook, my chest hurt, but for the first time since morning, I felt alive.My eyes darted under the table. Two bottles. I’d hidden them earlier, in case Wilfred’s taste for wine stretched longer than mine. Only two left now. I knelt clumsily, fingers curling around the bottle that had been meant for him. The one I had prepared. My grin widened.What went into my head? Did I
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