Wealthy Nasty Billionaires

Miranda Duran sat up quickly from the third quarter of the bed. Her eyelids were still tired, but she had an interview to prepare for. She yawned loudly and scratched her armpit uncomfortably. She got out of bed and ran her fingers through her unkempt hair. She grumbled since she was still tired but needed to get dressed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she examined the wall clock: it was 8:40 a.m., and the interview was set for 9:00 a.m.    She dashed to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and taking a bath. She was doomed from the start. How did she manage to sleep that much? She hurriedly dried her hair with a towel after finishing her bath and grabbed up the cloth that had been splattered with mud the day before, despite the fact that it had been splattered with mud then she had scrubbed it and it was spotless yesterday. She gave a kind grin.   

Andrew's lips pressed on her neck. She planned to shove him away and drown, but he drew her closer to him, his grasp on her waist tightening. She'd never had a kiss like this before. She was still a novice and a virgin. She didn't want to spend her first day with her icy employer.  " I'm not interested in this. I'm not interested in you. "Excuse me... " He moved his hands away from her butt to her underwear as she muttered. She let out a gasp.  "How come you didn't wear a bra?! So you've come to seduce me?" He grinned.  " No, sir. "I forgot to put one on." She sneered.  "Are you also saying you forgot to put underpants on in the morning?! I could easily see your ass from the dress you were wearin

"What don't you understand about a suitable woman?! Not a whore. " Damien had a frown on his face.  "She is, without a doubt, a whore. She's my whore." Andrew responded by inhaling her fragrance.  Miranda felt so worthless that two powerful brothers had called her a whore three times today. What were they doing with her?! And he's talking about marrying her?!  "Prepare yourself, cupcake. We're on our way to our castle." With a little pinch on her waist, he muttered.  Castle?!  "What kind of castle is this? Do you live in that area?" She inquired, her voice surprised.  

Miranda entered a room and gasped as she realized it was a garden. In the castle, there was a garden. She was taken aback by the beauty of the flowers in the garden. She walked up to the swing in the middle of the yard and sat down. She had to admit that this was one of the most gorgeous areas of the castle.    Andrew walked in and she instantly got up as she heard footsteps.    "I had a feeling you'd show up here. Let's go somewhere, shall we?" He stated    " Where are we going?! " She enquired.    "Please don't bother asking me any questions, cupcake. Simply follow my instructions." He reminded her, and she muttered as she walked towards him, unsure of where he was leading her. 

As he walked on the carefully expensive tiles, his expensive black leather shoe reverberated, the powerful aroma of his perfume captivating everyone in the boardroom, and the room grew frigid as he stepped in. Miranda trailed behind him, clutching some files in her hands as she exclaimed over the size of the boardroom, which had everyone on their feet in a show of respect for his presence.  Andrew proceeded to his seat on the single portion in the center with authority and sat down comfortably. Miranda sat hesitantly in the chair beside him after he ushered her to do the same. She could feel the other women in the room staring at her, and she couldn't figure out why! Before they sat down, everyone, including the board members, waited for him to take his seat.  " Let's get this meeting started," says Andrew. They all opened