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The Billionaire's Pawn 1
STRIKERI landed this morning from Winterbourn after two years working for a good friend, Rome Langston. Then I woke up from a nap to the black sedan waiting for me. I wasn’t expecting anything when I arrived at the Vanderford estate, but what shocked me was how someone welcomed me with that stone stare of hatred that had me wondering for a second. You could have begun with, are you here for my father? That sort of thing. Sometimes, life was really shit. When you expect too much, you get less. When you were not Messi, who took home the FIFA World Cup Champion, or Ronaldo, who just became the world’s most expensive athlete, nobody gave a shit about you. For instance, London Vanderford— the heiress to the Vanderford Group. I mean, who am I? That was the first thing that came to my mind. She probably didn’t remember me. The last time we met was two years ago. Things have changed a lot since then.My smile instantly faded as I met the coldest hazel eyes I’d ever seen. I knew there were
The Billionaire's Pawn 2
LONDON“Why am I here, Dad?” I stomped my heels into the study and followed him to his desk. “A call would do.”He ignored my little outburst as he sat calmly at his desk. “You did not miss your father, London?”“We had dinner last week.” I rolled my eyes. I was supposed to have a sit-down meeting with my designers, but here I was in the middle of the day.“And we were supposed to have lunch last Wednesday.”“Dad, I told you I made a promise with Magnus.” Dad didn’t like Magnus. He said he wasn’t good enough for me. Every father probably had the same thought as him. He might as well ask his friend Linden to do a full background check on my boyfriend. I couldn’t blame him, though—all he wanted was the best for me. But it was not that I was asking for his approval for any men I wanted to go out with.His face soured instantly. “Don’t say what you’re about to say. You don’t like him, and I got it the first time. Why am I here? And I miss you. Happy?”“Are you?” His question almost caug
The Billionaire's Pawn 3
STRIKERI woke up earlier as I tossed and turned in bed, probably the first night effect of being in a new place. Although this had been Dad’s home for decades, and I was here on his birthday and Christmas Eve.I’d been staring in the mirror. My hands were still in my tie. “Hey. You’re safe now.” The asset, London, was still hiccuping. Her fingers were digging into my gear, gripping me tightly, and I had no choice but to carry her. Despite my exhaustion, somehow, she eased it away.Linden gave me a nod as he tried to contact someone on the phone, probably our client. While Kye was in the driver’s seat, Sax checked their ammo, and the others watched our six.“Thank fuck,” Sax muttered as the hele came to view.We reached the extraction point with a hammer.“It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay,” I whispered to London. “You will be with your father in no time.”“D-don’t leave me. I don’t wanna be alone.” That was the first time I heard her talk. Her voice was shaky and laced with f
The Billionaire's Pawn 4
LONDON I knew the moment I saw Striker Cade he would replace Reed. I was torn between talking to my father to hire another bodyguard, but at the same time, I wanted to see him. He didn’t even change for the last two years. He looked the same, so handsome, or even looked more striking in a suit. It worked for him perfectly. My stupidity got the best of me—my infatuation with him. Who could I fool with? It was more than just a crush. It was foolish to feel something for someone who didn’t look at me the way I looked at him in the first place—who wasn’t around and had no idea about my feelings. I guessed I was emotionally disturbed and mentally deranged. I’m damaged goods. Last night, I chose to stay at home rather than have dinner with Magnus because I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that Striker could be the replacement. I knew Dad was right about Magnus was not the right one and not good enough for me, but he was there, and that was what I wanted at that moment. For t
The Billionaire's Pawn 5
STRIKER London ignored me the entire ride. I couldn’t blame her. I mean, that asshole was disrespecting her and minding the food she wanted to eat. But I let my emotion get the best of me. And this was what scared me. On the first day, I was already screwing my job. London was perfect. She was hot. He could be supportive of his girlfriend’s goal, but instead, he wanted to control her. I was not against size 0 if that was the body size they wanted. But women, men, and other gender had the right to choose the body they like to look beautiful and confident in any size. What was wrong with people these days setting beauty standards according to what satisfied their ego by letting those women starve just to fit into society? I was not against anything. I myself maintained a healthy lifestyle. I ate healthily. I maintained fit. I jogged, ran, and went to the gym regularly, but not to gain likes or impress everyone. I did it for myself. Since their lunch was disrupted, Neke ordered t
The Billionaire's Pawn 6
LONDON I woke up with a hammering headache. The event of last night came crashing through me like a wave. I had no regrets about my behavior, though. Heat radiated through my chest at the thought of being single again. I didn’t know I needed that bad to be out of a relationship that I’d wasted the six months of my life investing in it. For what? Sex? Attention? To be relevant? I didn’t even know I was that desperate. It became clear that I didn’t need a man or a relationship to have a better life. Besides, I’d never depended my life on any man. So, why now? I rose and searched for a painkiller bottle in the medicine cabinet. Then my pills caught my attention. I refused to take it despite sometimes having nightmares and terrible falling asleep. I still chose to drink tea, which helped somehow. I took a caplet of painkillers. After I took a shower, I wore my working clothes and put my sunglasses on before heading down, where I knew Striker would be waiting for me. My face warme
The Billionaire's Pawn 7
STRIKER Days went by smoothly until the weekend. London and I were still strangers. She seemed guarded all the time, and I also kept my distance. Considering we lived under the same roof, I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t cross the line again. I couldn’t afford to break her trust. “I thought we were going as friends.” I turned to look at her, going to the non-existence backseat door. “Sorry.” She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “I opened the door, Vanderford.” “Sorry, okay. I didn’t also realize it doesn’t have a backseat door.” She climbed in, and I shut the door before her. She was fastening her seatbelt when I got into the driver’s seat when she said, “I like your car.” “Really?” “Yeah. It’s classic. Where did you get this?” I was glad she appreciated the classics. I loved my Aston Martin DB4. I wouldn’t change it with anything. “Dad’s gift on my 25th birthday.” “Are you a Bond fan?” “Not really, but we happened to go to a car show in the UK, and I did
The Billionaire's Pawn 8
LONDONThere was just something about Striker Cade when he smiled. He lit up the entire place. He was like the moon, those stars in the night. When he entered my home office, just like that, he shone the brightest. He was just full of life.“Are you going out tonight, Vanderford?”“Going somewhere, Cade?”“No, ma’am.” He instantly lifted his gaze, meeting mine. “Sorry.”“Take a seat.”“Thank you.” He did sit on the couch. “I just wanna ask your honest opinion.”“Sure. Are you sure I’m the right person you should be asking for an opinion?”“I don’t know. You’re a guy.”“The last time I checked, yes, ma’am.” There was a hint of wickedness in his words. Was he flirting with me?I gave him the iPad. “Check these designs. Choose at least three of which you think are good.”“Designs? Clothing design? You’re asking my opinion?” His eyes widened, surprised and amused.“Just check those damn things, Cade.”He tried hard to hide his smile, arching a brow at me.“Fine. Give it back.” I urged h
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