The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next

Elara“Celia is coming back?” the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. I hated how weak and stupid I sounded, but I couldn’t take it back. Louis gave me a look like I was daft. He probably thought I was and that was why he never took me seriously. I’d spent three years trying to read Louis Valmont, and I was no closer than the day I’d met him.“Yes, Celia is back. You know she has been abroad. Her father insisted she finish her degree before…” He trailed off, as if the rest of the sentence didn’t need saying. Before she moved in. Before she took her rightful place by his side as the love of his life.Celia Thorne. For some reason, my mind kept circling back to her. I’d only seen her in photos and interviews on television, but everyone in our circles knew Celia Thorne – beautiful, classy, utterly devoted to Louis in a way that made me feel like an intruder in my own engagement. “You’ll have to keep this from my grandfather, of course. I’ll pay you, if I have to.” Lou

Elara“I’m in town, Miss Dubois and I thought of reaching out to you. I hope you’ve been well? Three years ago, when you chose to walk out such a promising career, I didn't think I could advise you against it. Honestly, I believed it was your choice to make and hoped you were happy with it. But these last few years, my conscience has continued to bugger me which is why I’m reaching out again with another opportunity for you to shine. There’s a show coming out soon where you can showcase your culinary skills. I hope you can give it a try – best, Mr. Simpson.”I stared at the email, reading and rereading its content before finally trying out a reply. “Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Simpson. I’ll have to get back to you on that. And since you are in town, I hope we can meet sometime? Yours, Elara Dubois.”Once I’d sent out the reply, I heaved a sigh of relief and picked up my phone, only to be shocked by the trending headlines and hashtags.#CeliaInternationalSensation#CeliaAndLo

ElaraIt was as though the air had been sucked out of the room and this man – this stranger – who suddenly appeared in front of me, was the only thing that still kept me breathing. For a moment, I forgot where I was and who he was supposed to be. “…I’m sorry for what she did.” His voice brought me back from the fantasy world. I barely heard the other words he said, but if this man asked anything of me in this instant, I was sure I would give it.Suddenly, the man was pushed aside and Louis came into view. I’d totally forgotten about him until then. He snatched Celia’s arm from the stranger and pulled her into his chest. “Touch her again,” he said coldly, “and I’ll break your hand.” The man who had ignored me for three years suddenly snapped, “Who do you think you are to interfere with my fiancée?”Fiancée? Now I was his fiancée? When clearly he had attended this event with another woman, flaunting her shamelessly. I almost laughed because Louis looked like he was about to explode wh

Multiple POVsCeliaThis country was my fresh start. When my father had informed me that he wanted me to move back to the country where he lived, I was overjoyed. I thought everything would slowly fall back in place but I guess something never went as planned. First of all, the man I loved and wanted wasn’t paying me much attention because there was another woman in his life. A small problem, one I could handle myself. But tonight, that woman had proven to be more than a little problem. Worse than that, my father had stepped in to stop me. My father – the enigmatic billionaire who never concerned himself with trivial things like my life. That same man had dropped everything – including his identity which he carefully guarded for the past twelve years to protect her. I was livid. I wanted to crash something. To scream and pull out my hair but Louis was beside me. I’d returned to his home after my father berated me for the first time in a long time. While outside I was almost calm an

ElaraDenise was adamant that I needed to do a pregnancy test. After telling her about my recent dizzy spells and most recently, nausea she concluded that I could be sick or worse, pregnant and advised I do a pregnancy test.Now, that result was sitting in my hand and a look of shock plastered on both our faces. Denise looked from me to the test strip in my hand, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You’re pregnant!” she muttered finally. Yes, I was pregnant. The dozens of tests we’d carried out in the last hour confirmed that I was pregnant with Louis’ child at the worst possible moment. Tears fell from my eyes, soaking the strip and smudging the result. What does it matter? Louis’ heart didn’t belong to me. Another woman was carrying his child, he reminded me of that just recently. I wiped my face dry and threw the test in the trash. Louis didn’t know that walking out of this relationship was the final thing I’d do for him. I was giving him back whatever I ow