Rejected By The Billionaire

Elena JohnssonSeven Years LaterI have a deep secret. Seven years ago, my name used to be Ethan Archer, and I had a penis—I don't think anyone would believe me if I said that to their face on our first date. Because the guys I've met seem to believe that people who weren't born as women can't be gorgeous, and god forbid them to be attracted to us!After my operation, the men I dared to be honest with never accepted me or found me beautiful after finding out the truth. Instead, they looked at me as if I were an alien; therefore, I like to keep my past a secret.There is no judgment from anyone that way. People see a desirable girl with killer-heels, emeralds eyes, and blinding confidence, and that's the way I like it! They don't have to know that I'm insecure, scared that someone might look at me and see that I'm a fraud.I'm vulnerable with my secret, and that's why I'm so terrified of falling in love. I don't want to give my heart to anyone

The music is disappearing but still rumbling through the walls as I walk further away from it. Customers are laughing, and I can hear whistling—things are getting wild on the dancefloor. But I will not be up all night. All I need is enough alcohol to drown my sorrows or pass out so I no longer can focus on my depressing meeting with Logan. "I'm so stupid..." I whisper to myself repeatedly while walking with a flask of wine in my right hand. My high heels were killing me, so I'm holding them in my other hand. I'm wobbling too; gosh, I probably look like a mess right now. "Why did I promise Logan to sing at his wedding? I'm so stupid, so fucking stupid..." With unsteady legs, I miraculously make it back to the empty changing room. I'm breathing fast, with the past flashing by my eyes. I can hear Logan's past self introducing himself, and it hurts like a knife seeing that damn smile—I have to sit down in the room's corner and hug my knees for comfort.

Logan Elena is quite the knockout. She is sitting in front of me, and I'm already having a hard time focusing. I'm staring down at her gigantic, green eyes as they skim through the lyrics to a song. It's one I requested her to sing at my wedding, but I'm more captivated by Elena. From the first time I looked into her eyes, I felt instant chemistry, like a lighting bolt surging through me, but this woman is doing everything in her power to fight what is already there. I wonder why? Maybe it's because I'm supposed to get married? Probably. Elena doesn't know that it's a contracted marriage with no authentic emotions involved. It's a business marriage that needs to last for two years to inherit my grandfather's company and money. My grandfather didn't want me to turn into a playboy billionaire like him. So now, after his death, his testaments declare I need to be married to inherit his money, or else everything will go to my sister, who,

After an extended date walking around the river with Trevor, I take off my stinking sandals and step into my room. I had way too many drinks tonight. However, no matter the alcohol, Trever remained boring."What a long ass day!" I'm talking to my cat—it's a habit of mine. Sue me for it being non-attractive. "First, I had that lunch date with Logan, and then I spent the entire night listening to Trevor talking about himself."My Ragdoll cat, Sheba, shows her concern by meowing. Her blue eyes are so thoughtful and intelligent, and the tone of her voice is downright soothing—fuck me, I've been living alone for way too long. I've officially gone nuts for finding comfort in a feline."Trevor is a nice guy, but he just doesn't do the trick for me..." I complain while throwing off my clothes onto what I call "the chair" it's the place where not clean, but not quite dirty clothes go."Maybe we should move out from here—I've gathered it's easier

Harper is the one curling my hair before my date with Logan. My stomach is in knots, and Harper isn't making it any easier by shaking her head at me whenever we make eye contact in the mirror.She had been silently judging me for an hour."Speak," I tell her. "Tell me what you are thinking."Harper sighs. "I don't think this is a good idea, Elena. You will end up falling in love with that hunk if you date him, not break his heart.""I won't know without giving it a try," I tell her as I focus on my reflection, wondering if I look sexy enough for Logan. "And falling in love with him is out of the question.""Mmm," Harper sighs. "With that body and his 6'5 height, all he needs to do is sling you over his shoulder. You won't stand a chance, darling. He will pound hard into your ass until the idea of another man is fucked out of your system.""HARPER!" My entire body burns in embarrassment.The woman shrugs, smirking briefly. "I'm just te