The billionaire's bodyguard What transpires when two unique souls are compelled to maintain one another? Will they break each other apart? Or get consumed by one another? Scott Tracy, daughter of a rich business billionaire, haughty, and pampered, or so everyone sees. Antony Santos, the notoriou s fighter, was never supposed to be a bodyguard but finds himself guarding one of the most powerful lady in the nation. Their relationship is a typical hate-hate. He dislikes her presence, her posture, her voice, everything about her. He agreed that she never has to work for anything. He loathes her. She feels nothing short of the equivalent, convinced that she has no need of a bodyguard. They refuse to accept one another, struggling to end their anguish this is their narrative.
Lihat lebih banyakI covered my ears, my head and every part of my body I could get my hands on, Genuinely squeezing firmly biting on my teeth and trying hard not to scream. Two assaults in one week,were they attempting to win a damn award? Seconds later,the thugs all stopped,they paused and froze, I wanted to peep but shot myself down in panic, it was just silent,no gunshots,no whispers,no nothing, I stayed on the ground too terrified to move my head. It may be a trap.
"Tracy, come out, come out wherever ever you are." One my assailants stated in a singing voice, I knew that he may have blasted my head out at the first glimpse. No doubt I was afraid to my bones. One of the goons could shoot to kill and that would be the end of Tracy scott.
My bodyguard might have been dead now.Not might. He was dead, otherwise I wouldn't be shivering like a dead cat.He probably took out a number of them before he was shot, but it seemed I knew he wouldn't live up to a month. Pathetic. Come to think of it am Tracy scott who would want to shoot me dead when I am a walking bank. My dad would pay any price for me. There's no way he's foolish enough to murder me or was he.?
I appreciated my selections and considered each of them carefully. After a few more seconds, I'm confident surrendering is the best choice. I slowly come out with my hands high up in the air and face the scumbags "Nice girl…. Come closer." He murmured with a mischievous smirk scanning my whole body. He'd calculate how much he would demand as ransom. Choosing to do something for once. I devised a strategy in my thoughts with forty percent possibility of failure I absolutely had to try.
He let his guard down, gazed at me, I used that moment to kick his lower parts. Adrenaline raced through us both, he recoiled in agony, collapsed to the ground as I kicked his pistol away."You bitch!" He cursed. I'm fast to react, throwing numerous blows at him. The best I could have given with shaky hands and shaking feet. It was a miracle that I didn't drop to the floor. I heard the sirens arriving, but he' unconscious already. I must have struck him hard.
"Where's my daughter?" I heard my dad's stern voice from afar. Speak of the devil.
"Dad," I whispered lovingly. He ran towards me, pulled me into his arms."Are you hurt? Did they touch you or something? " His questions forced me to touch my temples. I adore my dad, but sincerely, he's a touch too overprotective.
I was his only daughter, yet I could live a little. Moreover, I manage myself better than most people."No dad, I'm alright. Your previous bodyguard was inept. That got him dead. " I spat out with no remorse. All my words were nothing but the truth, if he had the slightest training,he would still be standing here all they cared about was the money forgetting how risky the job was. "That's okay, I'll get you a more experience and a better bodyguard."
My dad's suggestions made me frown. I just explained how the last one was, almost getting me killed, getting himself killed and his first thought was another one. I am going to wake up with a migraine for sure.
"Dad, I took him on alone. I took care of myself. " I whined, hating the idea that he was buying me yet another one. I'd got to complain on this one. I'd listened and obeyed all his directions, but I did not want another bodyguard."You're my diamond. I thought you self defense, you are to use it in only rare cases. I'm getting you a bodyguard and last. that's "He says making me moan.We have that in common. We're both extremely obstinate. If my dad stated it was last, it was final. Thus, I needed a plan to get rid of my new bodyguards. Any means possible. "Let's get home you need lots of rest I'll have my men get on it as soon as possible .By any luck,you'll meet him tomorrow."
He said making me snort just twenty-four hours we'd just seen how much he lasts. Now I wanted an attack so they would kill this new bodyguard so my dad will fully understand that am a grown woman not a kid.
On the way back home, I thought to myself about who I am? What did I? What have I done? All I received were a blank answer. Thus far, my life had been bleak,but I had a sense that was about to change, one way or another. I was Tracy Scott, twenty-two years old. I was a model, but that was not what made me interesting. It was the fact that my dad was a business tycoon. He has stores built everywhere throughout the globe. He seemed impenetrable, so everyone took advantage of the fact that he loved me.
I began to grasp that I'd been living my life via my dad. It felt like much of the excitement I had was because of him.Most of my contracts were a result of his influence. I'd never really done anything for myself.When I was eight, my mom and I were abducted. She offered her life to me and I observed it. It explains why my dad treated me like an egg. He was merely frightened of losing me like his wife just like I'm frightened of losing someone I love and care about which was why my love life was also bleak. Following that, I swore myself I would never be defenseless again. My dad felt the necessity for a bodyguard, so he forced me and acquired one while I opposed it.
Every time, they either got murdered or ended up dead and five out of ten times, I had to make use of my lessons,but still, dad dearest sent men to watch after me. Regrettably, none of them was competent and this new one would be no different.
The following day, a workday meaning I had nothing to do unless I received a call. I turned over on my king-sized bed,hitting the stop button on my alarm clock, and got out of bed. The clock read eight am and I felt wonderful.
My mood dropped as I remembered my new bodyguard would be coming today. He'd follow me everywhere, so I may as well enjoy my independence as it lasted. I did not bother to change my attire, I Simply brushed my teeth and headed downstairs for breakfast. Right then, something attracted my attention, which was incredibly rare. Nothing Ever captured my attention, I was left dumbstruck, frozen in my movements at the sight in front of me, and believe me,it was a sight to see. How could I even begin to convey how magnificent this creature was.
Sure, beast. Hard to believe he was human.My eyes are on his abs. He had clothes still, although they were visible and as I Moved upwards to his face, omg murder me. My legs felt wobbly, for the first time a guy caught my attention. Hey, it had been a while."Who are you?" I managed to ask, forcing my eyes to turn away. I had to keep up the strict, disdainful attitude. "The new bodyguard." He started simply making me smirk. Yeah, Christmas came bloody early."Maybe this isn't horrible after all... " I thought to myself, swept my eyes over his physique. I had a feeling this was different.I didn't know how or why it might just be a silly hunch. Not only that, but I would just have to wait and find out.
**TRACY SCOTT**. "Where do you want to go?"Jimmy asked, dirverting into the main road.It's a miracle we've even gotten this far without any reporters trying to bash into the car or take pictures. Maybe they don't have vans?I'm almost sure Father would have gotten the news by nowThey've flock around the office begging for a comment or the house.I expected it. In fact I want it.The more influence I have, the more people get to hear the truth.Father can't oppose this even. That man killed his wife. He took me for days and now they're going to just let him go.Well I'll be dammed.Just like clockwork, my cell began ringing.Lucky guess it's Ethan. He's calling to rant aboutIt'll be rude not to answer, plus I'm not ashamed of what I've done I'll repeat it if necessary."What is it?"I snapped. From the corner, Jimmy's brows shot up."I just wanted to say congratulations. I'm happy you're going to do something that n
**TRACY SCOTT**. Murmurs. Bickering. Incessant sounds that's currently irking. Echoing in my ear and makes me want to scream. Maybe they'll shut up.More reporters are gathering since I've gotten what I wanted. For this to air live. For the entire world to hear me.For the whole world to see and understand my plague. To know why I went through and decide for themselves if what's going to happen is the right thing. It's not. They know it. It's why they'll stand up and stop it. I hope."Everyone is eager to understand what I'm about to say. I'll tell you and since this is live, there won't be any miscommunication."My eyes went above their heads as the teachers would advise us while we gave our speeches. I wished I hadn't done that though.For the side entrance, I noticed Antony burst out with Ethan behind him.Perfect. I had all the media attention, they weren't affected by two men.I turned away. Antony's eyes move
TRACY SCOTT**. Jimmy loves me. I should not be considering that with everything that's happening and all that's at stake, but in some weird way I can't help the tingles all around me with the realization that Jimmy loves me.He's actually in love with me. I know that because what we about to do is similar to jumping off a cliff with no safety on, he's willing to do that.I think he is. Maybe he'll just walk me up to it, tell me what to do then leave me hanging.He'll remain neutral in the dealings and I'll face the music myself.I would not blame him. It's typically the smart thing to do.Ethan. Antony. They should all stay away from me. The best thing to do is taking it all head on.In fact involving anyone else will just make matters worse.I'm the center piece of everything.It started with me. It should end with me."Are you reconsidering it? I won't lie to you, it'spolitical suicide, that what we would call it
**TRACY SCOTT**. "How about here, it says foreign nationals who have committed a crime...""We can't use that, they'll argue that he didn't actual commit the crime.""That would make no sense?"I cringed my nose in utter confusion."In theory, it would not but if they did that, they'll make a center piece of the American justice system, they'll bring it out on the open for anyone interested to ask as many questions as they'd like and trust me, there are some many people interested in the system.""Ugh."I fell on the chair, tossing the books aside."Maybe we take a five minutes break..."He was interrupted by my cell phone."I'm sorry, I should get this."I slipped my hand into my pocket silently praying it wasn't my father or Antony, in that case I won't have to get anything.It wasn't. Ethan was calling. From the burner. How nice."Yes?"I answered. No filter needed. I didn't want to talk to any of them from that p
153**TRACY SCOTT**. "Tracy wait! I'm confused because it's as though both of you just shut me out in an instant. What is going on here? One minute I think maybe in actually part of the team or whatever shit and the next you're gone with him, you disappear for almost half an hour. What happened?"I held my purse, twirling in the free space outside."Get rid of the substance in your car, we do not want anyone getting a whiff of what that thing might be. It won't do anyone good."I instructed instead of answering the question."Tracy. you're just avoiding the question and I thought you would not be mad for telling Antony.""I'm not mad. Come on, do I seem mad? If I dol apologise for giving you the wrong impression, I am not."I giggled, palming my lips to stiffen it when it got too weird."I'm sorry we didn't take you in with us. I only got ten minutes and somehow you were lost in between, it wasn't my intention."His
152**TRACY SCOTT**. You're weak. You're fragile. That's what they think. That's what they'll never say to your face, but it's the reason they pet you in believing things which aren't actually true.They're all liars. They've been lying to you for the longest time. That is the truth. You can't trust any of them.Those are Antonov's words from earlier today replaying in my head like a broken record.When he dropped the last bombshell, the concluding piece of the puzzle in my head, the little secret Antony was keeping, I grew numb while seating on that chair.I kept my hands folded, staring into space.My head was faced forward, probably making eye contact of some sort with him, but I was not there physically.My mind had wandered off, making up the scenes in my head.How it happened. Who she was. Why he did it.I created an answer for each of those questions after which more would just pop up. That's howmy mind work
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