Taming the Billionaire's Granddaughter

Malia's POV My one simple dream in life was to be normal as much as possible; to have a meal three times a day, six to eight hours of undesrupted sleep, walk on the streets worry-free, and most of all, can hang out with my friends and family as normal people do. However, as wealthy and powerful as the Andersons were not the way I expected them to be. Being one of the successors of my grandpa's royal empire, even getting a single chair in the dining area just to get seated next to him was an unimaginable competition. Being decisive, thorough, and heartless was a must for all of us. My deceased dad never missed stabbing and equip me with that kind of mindset while he was still alive. Survival of the fittest as he describes it. At a very young age, I was able to travel to a few places, not to spend time wandering, visiting bars at night, or having sex with anyone that pleases my eyes, but to get trained for work and business. About how to weigh things either when I s

Having this ring on my finger also corresponds to duties and responsibilities not just to the family but to John and those protesters as well. "I can do or ask everything because I have this ring, right?" It was I who broke the silence between us in the car. "By all means, Ms. President." "Then, give me every piece of information about the man who got hit earlier. His name, address, contact information, and his whereabouts. And I want to know that as soon as we reach the safe house. Could you do that in a short time?" Uncle Robin once mentioned at the meeting about me getting married and was currently working in one of our companies. I was completely unaware that John already finished his degree in Europe. I'm not even aware he was in New York since we already stopped our communication since then. That means, our marriage contract is about to expire. He should have messaged me. "I'll try my best, Ms. President," Mr. Emilio grabbed his phone and reached out to someone. If John w

As soon as I reached the living area, there I found both of them talking to the cops. Perhaps it has something to do with the assassination case. I haven't heard any words from gramps about it since then. Amongst us in the safe house, gramps is the one who needs everything under control. He doesn't want to be the last person to know about this and that thing. Not to mention those furious reporters outside that he only simply ignores. Perhaps he already filled them what they need to know. But reporters always love more. They always find anyone to get their source of the news. And that would be me as their main source. Good thing I simply ignored them. "Mom, what's going on?" I ask the second they see me approaching the living area. The cops immediately moved out of their seats and bowed before me to extend their greetings. What confuses me the most is when they grabbed a few things from the table in front of them. "I think we're done here, officers." G

John POV Seven days later, Malia and I got back from a life-changing vacation on her one billion dollars worth island. Who could have thought I married someone who owns an entire island? I considered the vacation a life-changing experience simply because a lot of wonderful things happened between me and Malia. Even though we only spent seven days, it looks like I have known her my entire life. We did a few activities on the island such as morning and night swimming, island hopping, collecting logs to use for bonfires, and eating unlimited seafood. Of course, I could never forget about drinking beer and wine. It has played a very unfortunate event between Malia and me. We accidentally kissed. But, it happens only once. Until then, both of us were getting cautious the incident would not happen again, especially when the kiss happens on our first day on the island. I don't want to spend the rest of my six days without talking to her. So, we agreed that wh

I don't want to extend the awkward sensation between us, so, I flashed to the living area at the speed of light. When I got there, gramps was already waiting for me, partly furious. "Get the car ready," he ordered. For God's sake. If he is not Malia's grandfather, I might have kicked or punched him on the butt already. He had a bunch of security guards standing in the living area, yet he waited for me so he can ask me to do it. "What are you looking at, huh?" he added. "that's the price for showing up late than I expected, you moron. Go. Hurry! We still have half an hour before the meeting." Leaving no choice, I run outside and asked for the keys to the car. Because I got furious at the old man, I decided to drive for him despite my weary body. And I plan to make his heartbeats race with the speed of the car as the price for ordering me around. Five minutes later, gramps kept on throwing up the second we landed in front of the building where the meeting is to