"I'm sorry." He apologized, "Too late get out" I glared but he doesn't budge, he proved to be stubborn and the mere sight of him, irked me. Slowly it made my limbs weak and it slowly made it all the way suffocating. "No," he pushed me against the wall, my back pressed firmly against it, his grip firm on my upper arm. My face blushed red, unsure how to react, yet I yelled, "You're breaking a rule! Don't fucking touch me." "Fuck the rules, you already broke it when you wore this dress." My heart plummeted, a heavy thud echoing in my chest, as the weight of his last words settled upon me like a leaden anchor "Well Fuck off, I don't want you, Tristan Donovan." I spat bitterly, all he did was smirk deviously, dangerously closing the bridge between our lips. "Fuck it Willow, I want you." He said as he crashed his lips against mine Willow Davis finds herself wedge in between one of her father's gamble, having lost the bet she is sold to the ruthless arrogant billionaire, Tristan Donovan, who wants nothing more than to make out a trophy of her. over the course of time they slowly get close but fear of falling in love Tristan has set three rules; "NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT NO FALLING IN LOVE" But what happens when he's caught up in his own web and breaks one or all together? How far will he go, riding of every single rule? Will the arrogant billionaire finally fall in love? find out in SOLD TO THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE.
View MoreTINA'S POVMy body lay on a mat, strapped in bikinis as the sun kissed my skin. With a sip of whiskey, I flipped through the latest issue of Seventeen Vogue. My clothing line was booming; it was the new look here in Paris. This was the life, away from my troubles, away from my past. Nothing could ruin this day, not even the fashion police.My phone rang, and I reluctantly picked up the call without looking to see who it was."It's been a long time," the abominable voice said, making my face grimace in disgust as I recognized it."What do you want, Caden?" I growled, hearing him let out a quiet chuckle, which only irritated me more. "We made an agreement, remember?" he chipped in, and I hissed in response."It only validates when Tristan is dead," I said firmly."Well, guess what? Get packing. My men will be waiting for you at the airport," he said joyfully, as if Tristan's death would be a celebration."It can't be. This has got to be some twisted joke. We made an agreement, remember?
WILLOW'S POV"I'm sorry..." Vivian's expression haunted me, her words echoing in my mind as if she was saying goodbye forever. The fear intensified when I remembered her promise to my mom, vowing to keep me safe no matter the cost to her own life.I'm overwhelmed with confusion and torn between staying to ask Vivian how she knew my mom, what she meant by "people change," and whether someone is after Tristan. A whirlwind of thoughts fills my mind like popping corn, but my primary focus and fear remain centered on Tristan .The White room is reserved for those teetering on the verge of death, where medical intervention proves futile. I've frequented that place countless times, witnessing too many souls slip away in their sleep. They linger there until they drift into a deep slumber from which they never awaken.My heart bleeds every moment I think about Tristan in this situation. He's on life support, attached to oxygen, and won't wake up. Any moment now, his heart will stop as he slowl
HAILEY'S POVOn the day when hope seemed within reach, when Willow could have reclaimed her memories, fate cruelly intervened. She teetered on the brink of death, slipping into the clutches of unconsciousness, her fragile state worsened by a concussion. Meanwhile, Tristan lay in a coma, unresponsive to any treatments."The doctor confirmed that Willow couldn't handle the pressure, causing her to pass out. It could have been perilous, especially since she had just begun to regain some of her memories. She's yet to awaken," Jaxon explained solemnly, his words hanging heavily in the air. "As for Tristan, his breathing has stabilized, thankfully due to Willow's efforts, but there's been no sign of him waking up from his coma." All I could manage was a silent nod, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like an insurmountable burden."Thank you for helping them get to the hospital. You can go now; you'll be informed if anything happens," I said icily, heightening the tension betwee
WILLOW'S POVMy eyes darted to Tristan, who was screaming his lungs out as he tried to force his way through the gates. My feet were glued to the ground as every single memory of Tristan held me down, even as the upcoming vehicle tried to hit the brakes.I picked the right day to wear black. Today was the day I die. Death won't escape me now. Maybe I'll see Mom. Did she even want to see me?As my life flashed before my eyes, I heard some voices trying to sink in through my skull, but I was too in the moment to listen.This was it, the light shined so bright for me, leading me to my early grave, a way for me to die. All those times I hurt Tristan, in my eyes, it felt so slow and right to die. But one person won't let me die that easy, not without him eventually.Quickly, Tristan made his way past the gates as he raced towards me, pushing me away from the hands of death. The moment he saved me, the moment he pushed me away from the cold hands of death, the upcoming vehicle, which turns
WILLOW'S POVHe roughly kissed me. I was stunned and shocked. Markus kissed me, and I didn't like it one bit. His hands traced down under my top as he slid his fingers under. His fingers dug up the hems of my top slowly, trying to take it off. I tried pushing him off me, but his body was a force I couldn't push over. His fingers dug deeper, slowly sliding my shirt off. He had the upper hand on me as he sucked the life off my lower lip until he bit it so hard my lower lip bled.He didn't stop there. He sucked on my lower lip so aggressively that my lips started to bruise as he involuntarily deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed past, forcing its way into my mouth, pushing my head back as he forced me down on the table. He took off his shirt, his eyes full of lust. It wasn't going to end well for me any moment from now. If he doesn't take it off, he's eventually going to tear it apart.His force on me was greater than before as he climbed on me, my eyes welling up.What was I thinking wa
HAILEY'S POV"I'm pregnant," I said. Jaxon froze, as I expected, the two small glasses sliding down from his grasp, his jaw dropping, and his eyes widening in shock. I could swear he couldn't breathe, trying to process what I just told him."When? What? How?" he finally found his voice."I went for a test last week. I'm almost a month," I replied."And you didn't tell me," he half-yelled, cutting me off, as I averted my eyes, avoiding eye contact."I didn't know how you'd react," I yelled, my lungs out."I would have prepared..." He said. Even if he wasn't prepared at least he could have reacted better."How could I? You were busy with work and trying to set Tristan up on those unsuccessful blind dates while I was with Willow," I said."But you should have told me you wanted a baby. I would have at least been prepared," Jaxon yelled."I didn't want to keep the baby," I yelled again as my eyes welled up."I wanted to abort it. I didn't want to keep it because I know how you'd react, an
WILLOW'S POVI woke up in my room, rubbing the crumbs from my eyes and yawning so loudly I could swallow my whole room. Looking down at my feet, I noticed my roller skates were off, and I was wearing shorts with an oversized shirt I didn't recognize, sniffing in a familiar addictive smell that seemed oddly familiar.Wait, someone changed my clothes. Oh my god, don't tell me I did something with Tristan or he took advantage of me.I kicked down my door and headed to Tristan's room, knocking as if I'd lost it."Who is it?" I heard Tristan from inside."It's Willow. I want to see you now," I yelled, making sure he heard it loud and clear from across the room.I heard his footsteps pacing to the door, and as he opened it, Tristan stood before me, his devious smirk revealing the perfect outline of his jawline. His hair was messier than before, with scattered bangs falling over his forehead. His hands instinctively went up to run through his hair, pushing it back, a habit he seemed addicted
TRISTAN'S POV "Willow, show yourself!" I half-yelled, but she didn't come out, and everyone looked at me confused, as if I'd lost it. I'm going to smack her so hard that she recovers her memory. I scanned the atmosphere, frustrated that Jaxon was out with Hailey when I needed him most. Next time, Willow is wearing a leash when we go out. My eyes spotted a familiar blonde with a baseball cap running down the streets, and I ran after her. She stopped and stuck her tongue out at me."You can't catch me!" she yelled as she hastened her steps. How is she so fast? I stopped, gasping hard for air. I resumed my scan and spotted her taking a turn to who knows where. I caught up to her as she stopped in front of a building."I've got you... Let's go home... How are you so fast?" I panted, but she didn't spare me a single look, her eyes fixed on the glass revealing a plethora of games. She moved closer and sighed, pushing her face against the glass and tapping it."I always wanted to go to an a
TRISTAN'S POV I woke up late, feeling the need for more sleep, but despite my exhaustion, I felt a sense of peace knowing that Willow now trusted me. However, my tranquility was abruptly shattered by the pungent smell of burnt eggs wafting from the kitchen. I wrestled with my sheets, hastily throwing them off as I stumbled out of bed and slipped into my cotton slippers. Following the aroma, I made my way to the kitchen, where smoke billowed out from under the door, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of culinary disaster.With a sense of urgency, I pushed the door open and was met with the sight of Willow wearing kitchen gloves, or rather, oversized mittens, as she carefully removed a frying pan from the gas cooker. The acrid smell of burnt eggs filled the air as she swiftly turned off the gas and disposed of the charred remnants in the garbage disposer. Frustration evident on her face, she angrily threw the pan into the sink, the clang echoing through the room.Despite the situa
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