Billionaire Romance. After a divorce caused by miscommunication and misunderstanding, Kenna, a wealthy heiress hiding her identity for love, rekindles her relationship with her ex-husband, a billionaire CEO who is slow to see his mistake and who she truly loves. After asking Xander for a divorce because Kenna is angry that he always puts his best friend's sister first and she has to continually donate blood for Violet, and Xander does not love her. Kenna finds herself being the heir to her family's fortune, she becomes a billionaire in her own right. She does everything in her power to get back at Xander for the way he treated her and Violet who she blames for Xander not loving and wanting her like a proper wife. They are now enemies but events take place and Xander comes to realize that Violet has been stringing him along and making trouble for Kenna causing her to ask for a divorce in the first place. Eventually Xander and Kenna will end up back together and realize that they both are in love with each other.
Lihat lebih banyakDanteDammit who the hell is trying to rail Kenna? I message my assistant, Lorna quickly and let her know I am going to be late as I have some personal issues to attend to. She lets me know not to worry about anything and can push a few of my meetings to my free time later this afternoon. Not ideal since I wanted to be away from the office early to have a romantic dinner with Kenna and a night of hot, steamy passion. I guess that isn’t going to happen now since there is yet another turn of events. The poor woman has already gone through so much and now this.I want to cradle her in my arms and protect her and take all her worries away. Only I can’t and as a man like myself that makes me feel like shit. What, I can't even protect my own woman now? But I will find out who is in the vehicle. Anyone touches my woman they die!Next I make a call to the P.I. on the case for Kenna. He’s an ex NavySeal and now takes on all manner of cases, his name is Chase and he lives in Boston. “Chase, an
KennaI fire off a message to Dante hoping he will pick it up. I know he himself would be getting ready to head into his offices. I have a tail, a large black 4x4. Do you know anything about this?I wait tapping my pale pink nails on the mobile with anxiousness. Who the fuck is following me? Why is someone even following me?“You need to take me to the Bodega Head Office, I have no other choice. I can’t be driving around Manhattan trying to shake a tail,” I tell the driver.“Very well, Ma’am.” God I hate it when people call me ma’am. I’m still only in my twenties, it makes me feel so damn old. Ugh! I turn around in my seat wondering what is taking Dante so long. I can see a woman driving with ice blonde hair, I squint trying to see who it is sitting next to her but they are wearing a baseball cap. I notice a dark beard and that is about it. But the man sitting next to the woman is big built. What the hell!Hey, sorry I was getting ready and didn’t hear the phone. Okay, let me get ex
KennaWe lay spent on the bed, my insides ache but it is that good kind of ache that tells you, you’ve had amazing sex. My head rests on Dante’s shoulder where it fits perfectly.“Marriage, eh?” he says and kisses the top of my head. I can smell our sex and his masculine fragrance, it’s all woodsy and pine. Almost like you’d imagine a lumberjack. It fills my senses.“Okay, I may have been getting ahead of myself there a bit.” Now I feel slightly embarrassed. What was I thinking mentioning the big M word? “I would love to marry you, Kenna. I just want to have the opportunity to ask you properly. In a romantic setting that will take your breath away.” I love his words, they fill my heart which is already brimming with love and emotion for this strong and protective man who makes me feel like I am the only woman in the universe.“I guess I should get ready, I have some meetings to attend to today,” I say as I push myself into a seated position and rest my head on the engraved, wooden h
Dante“You told him! And how did he take it?” I was surprised to see Kenna at my front door not more than twenty minutes ago. Looking as beautiful as ever this time dressed down in some skinny black jeans that look molded to her, showcasing her long and toned legs. Her baggy sweatshirt hangs off one shoulder and has Mickey Mouse on the front. She looks too damn adorable right now and I am ready to pull off her clothes, throw her on my bed and make wild passionate love to her. Seriously though, Kenna looks only in her teens, not the billionairess in her twenties. How does she do it? And how does she do to me what she does? “At first not well, but then he agreed it would be best to make a family statement. He wants the name to be clear and all the skeletons out of the closet, so to speak, for when Riley comes to live with me part-time.” She has a grin of jubilation on her face. I walk over to her in the kitchen where she leans with her back to the sink and take her face in my hands. My
KennaHis face takes on an almost purple shade. I swear I have never seen a human look like an aubergine but here it is sitting in front of me.My mother gasps and clutches a hand to her mouth.“What are you saying, Kenna? It sounds like you are disowning us? We are your family, we gave you everything that has put you where you are enjoying the best life possible.”“Yes, Mom, I know that. I am not stupid and I remain grateful for everything that Isaac has done for me and treated me like his own daughter. That I cannot fault. But this attitude of his threatening to disown me because I am dating Dante. Well, that is clearly ridiculous. I could understand it if Dante and I were blood related but we are not.”Isaac coughs and puts up a hand to silence us both.“Ladies, please. Kenna, it is for your own good. The press will have a field day and they will start to dig around and find out that I am not his father. It will have all sorts of negative impact on him. I am not a cruel man, Kenna.
KennaMy eyes feel grainy and sore, they look red around the rims but I have my trusty concealer by YSLaurent to help disguise them and the fact that I have dark circles underneath them. I sigh as I get on yet another flight this time straight back to Manhattan. It is tiring, all I seem to have done for weeks is get on and off this damn jet. But I have business to attend to and there is no time like the present. I can work whilst I am onboard.The stewardess comes to me, I notice her coral shade of lipstick and her sunny demeanour as she smiles at me. Her hazel eyes look warm and comforting. “Can I get you anything, Miss Bodega?”“A new life would be good. I’ll just take a coffee please, hold on the cream and sugar. Black will be fine.”“Very well. We will be taking off shortly, I can bring it to you after.”“Thank you.” I know the drill who wouldn’t by now.Anxiety you would think should be present since I am about to go back home and confront Isaac. Yet it doesn’t. I am ready for th
KennaTiredness overwhelms me, yet I know sleep will elude me as usual. There is far too much going on my mind right now. I am still overwhelmed with anger towards Isaac and his narrow minded ways and views. And my mother, now the pain and hurt is subsiding. I feel sad that she hasn’t stood by me. Was she always like this and I just never saw it? I swear to God, I will make sure that Riley has a mother to always depend upon. It’s eleven at night, I lay under the duvet with my head against the pillows and wonder if Dante will still be awake. I want to reach out to him and speak with him, to let him know I have made my final decision.It’s not like I don’t have other options. For a start I have a keen eye on fashion and could start my own label. Hell, if other people can do it then so can I. Not that I actually know where to start but being a Bodega does give me certain access to connections. A plan begins to form in my head, I do have to admit I fancy myself in the fashion world and t
KennaI hang up incensed with my mother for not being in my corner. Is she really that frightened that her own husband will disown her, that she has chosen him over me? In my book that is disgusting. I would never do something like this to Riley. Whatever my child wants as she grows older and whomever she chooses as her life partner, I will support. Providing he isn’t an abusive partner or an addict of any kind. I clutch my stomach, bile comes up my throat and my body seems to be having a melt down. My own mother has gone against me because of a tyrant like Isaac. I don’t know what is worse. Dante ending our relationship because Isaac has threatened my status, or my own flesh and blood turning against me and siding with her husband. For what? Money? Diamonds? Exclusive paintings? Horses? A fuck off mansion or two around the country and abroad? It sickens me. Oh God, I feel like I am going to puke. I run straight to the large bathroom with its rose pink marble floor and drop to my kn
KennaMy knees literally buckle underneath me, my heart goes into some kind of arrest and I can’t breathe. It feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of my body. His voice, it’s stern and definite. Not the way he usually talks to me. “What?” I stammer trying not to break down in tears. Maybe this is all some kind of sick joke. Only, Dante would never joke about anything like this.One minute I felt like I was on top of the world and everything was going well, with meeting Riley and knowing that Tate and I can both be involved in my daughter’s life. A good man to fly back to and a new friend in Xander. And now this.“What do you mean, you changed your mind? Don’t say that, Dante. You love me, you only just told me a few hours ago. Tell me what has changed your mind. Is it because I will have Riley in my life and you aren’t ready for a child to be present in our lives?” “Don’t be silly, Kenna. Of course it isn’t because of Riley. You of all people know I want a family one day w
Kenna "Please go to the hospital and provide blood ASAP." The person who sent the message is my husband and we have been married for three years. It has been a marriage of convenience more than anything. It hurts because I love him. Still, despite him not loving me back and going out of his way to ignore me. My husband, Xander Staniopolis, a CEO and billionaire who owns luxurious hotels and villas in America and Europe, with dark hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, needs someone who has a rare type of blood. Mine is the fit, AB negative. It’s for his precious friend, Violet. I am sick of Violet and having to always donate my blood to her. She is so needy, sometimes I think she is trying to drain the life out of me. But for Xander and his wealth I will do pretty much anything. But we have a deal, Xander and I. He gives me the wealth I want and in return I donate blood. It’s not what I imagined growing up, I wanted a husband who loved me back. My stomach flips just thinking about donating...
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