Playing The Billionaire: The CEO Contract Game

"Emily Parker, I promise you, you won't get away with this," Tony swore furiously after Emily had broken up with him, ripping him dry out of his pocket.

Days ago they were really cool and were literally the best couple in town. Going on different vacations and having so much fun.

Tony had actually thought that he had found the love of his life this time around and was grateful he had broken up with his three-year girlfriend. How would he have known that he had only jumped into fire?

He could only watch in pain and in vengeance as his empire built on years of hard work collapsed before him in debt. He was really foolish trying to impress a woman he didn't even know her origin or where she came from.

The only thing he could remember was meeting her at a club that night. Her elegance was able to draw him in that he lost his mind.

She looked so divinely beautiful, like an angel that God designed specially for him and gave to him.

But now, not only had she left him in his crisis, she had called him foolish and a man with poor judgement on the grounds that she never begged him to spoil her.

He did it all on his own accord, which was a good reason valid before the court.

***

Emily Parker walked inside the five-star restaurant, her glass heels clicking softly and gently against the marble floor, which was enough to explain her essence.

Her hair was let loose, freely hanging at her waist length, her silver dangling earrings in place as well as her simple but radiating necklace hanging neatly round her neck, resting peacefully down her collar bone.

She wore an elegant black A-line midi dress which made her presence effortlessly polished.

Her silver purse was held in place as she walked in, her dress exposing her thigh just enough to grab attention.

She walked to table eight which was situated at a distant corner and her gaze fell on the timid young lady before her.

The young lady before her stood immediately as Emily sat down before sitting back at her seat.

"What would you like to have?" The lady asked.

"A glass of Chateau Mouton Rothschild red wine," Emily replied and her eyes settled on the fragile lady before her.

It was obvious she has nothing. She had given her all to her useless boyfriend who had ripped her off and betrayed her.

The lady's hands twitched on her dress with her head low like she had lost all essence and confidence in herself.

"You shouldn't just ask people what they want if you can't afford the world to give them. You should always offer the world what you want and not what it needs because the world is really capable of destroying you without a second thought or consideration of the things you have done or sacrificed for it," Emily spoke.

She pulled out a file and placed it on the table and the lady before her arched a brow.

"Take this," Emily gave the file a small push. "I am not really this graceful but since you are my last client before a break, this is my gift for you. Don't be reckless and protect yourself in this world."

"No one is coming to save you, you can only save yourself. And trust me when I say that all women are beautiful, it only matters how you present yourself. Don't rely too much on men because they are all bunch of idiots," she stood to her feet, pushing aside strands of her hair at the corner of her ear perfectly, she walked away.

She had taken a lot of clients since her twentieth birthday and had been in this business for straight eight years, always helping ladies to take revenge on their dumbass ex-boyfriends.

To everyone she was helping but to her she was only making her money by ripping both her clients and the prey off their money and always got away with it.

She is the true heir of the Parker family and has always been favoured by men since she was little.

With so many jobs she had taken, she had never seen a dumbass ex like the one she just took care of and at the same time she has never seen a lady as foolish as the lady sitting down in that restaurant.

"Maybe she had really served the Lord enough for him to take mercy on her and give her another chance to start anew," Emily shook her head pitifully and gave a smile.

Emily arrived at her apartment, tossing her shoes aside and her purse on the chair, tying her hair in a ponytail before changing her outfit into a more comfortable short and shirt.

She was really exhausted for the day. She jumped on the couch, grabbing the popcorn that was sitting on the table behind and turned on the television.

"Adrian, the best football player in Olympics," the TV news announced.

Recorded from the last match, Adrian Williams was able to score two goals against his opponent team within zero minutes and indeed that is massive.

"He has the highest goal score within the last seven years and still counting," the news displayed Adrian scoring goals on different occasions throughout his football journey.

"I have never seen a baller that is so good and still handsome like Adrian Williams," Emily screamed on top of her voice.

"So today at six PM, exactly thirty minutes from now, we all will be watching Adrian Williams score another goal and cheer him on at the same time," the news continued.

So Adrian, your fans are really excited right now and wish to hear a word from you, is there anything you have to say to every one of your fans watching you right now? The reporter asked him.

Adrian smiled. "Of course, why won't I have a thing to say to my beautiful and handsome fans? Actually I don't have much to say but I want you all to know that your support is actually what brought me this far and I will always appreciate that. Stay stunned and stay focused. I love you all," Adrian displayed a heart with his hands in gesture.

"Wow!! Wow!! What a wonderful speech from a great footballer," the reporter said, wiping the fake tears that were threatening to leave his eyes.

I was deeply touched by that statement, what about you?

Emily brought out her phone and took a picture of Adrian from the television. And now looking round her house she shook her head helplessly.

Different pictures of Adrian were surrounding her, both his statue, magazines, portraits. She was indeed an obsessed fan.

Her hand reached for the magazine that was on the table. She flipped the pages until she reached the last page, she turned the back and her hands gently creased the autograph at the back.

She was really very lucky back then to have gotten this autograph. She had travelled all the way from New York to Singapore because she heard that Adrian would be live there.

A sigh escaped her lips and with a little hesitation she kept back the magazine in its previous position. She dropped the popcorn that was on her thigh on the couch and stood, walking to her fridge.

She opened it and brought out a bottle of beer and uncapped it with her teeth in excitement and at that moment the doorbell rang.

"He was fast," she commented, walking to the door to grab her order.

The aroma was indeed great and since the aroma is as good as this she wondered how the fried chicken would taste, her mouth watered from the thought.

It was six PM already and the football had commenced, she was all ready and relaxed, enjoying her life as she watched her favorite man on the TV show.

There was her, at least in this little space of hers she doesn't have to pretend to be almighty. It is just her, Emily Parker, the legitimate but abandoned heiress of the Hanthons.