It’s been three days since Alissa was brought back home and the home she was referring to was a modern mansion/ranch in Walker County that was owned by Daniel. Huge farm but she was currently resting at the mansion next to it, treated like a queen while Hope, a princess that she was to Daniel was having a great day, EVERY SINGLE DAY visiting the farm animal and playing with horses and the chickens all day. It surprises her that Daniel seems to be familiar with farm life, caring for the animals as if he has done it so many times before. She have always thought that he was the kind of boss that just stays in AC‘s room all day without a sweat on sight unless it was to maintained his marble abs but other than that, she didn’t think a Walton would literally get their hands dirty with manure and, fur. Unable to stand a minute longer in her room, she decides to go out and check on Daniel and Hope at the farm. She puts on her new brown boots with long sweat pants alongside a

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks. When his father gave him an ultimatum which is to marry or having his inheritance taken away from him, Clarke Walton decides to marry El who seems to be desperate enough to abide by his words and rules if it would helps to keep her mother’s foundation alive. Not only was he crazy attracted to her, he was determine to make her his wife. Heart, body and soul despite how frustrating she can be. When El's life becomes a target, Clarke was determine to protect his Indian goddess at all cost, even if it means putting hi

Clarke moves forward, “You telling me you are Christine Carrington's sister? Like, legit sister?” “Yes, and why does that bother you?” She replied angrily. “No, it doesn’t. It’s just that, you two don’t even look alike.” She scoffed at him. “Yeah, and I heard about you and your twin too. The same face, different hair, and eye color so yeah, not all siblings look alike, idiot.” Ouch “That wasn’t necessary, you know? You come here demanding something but you sure don’t act nice about it. Is this how you handle yourself in a democracy?” “Speaks for yourself. Your feelings got hurt and by being petty, you literally throw a family to live on the street. Where is your conscience in that?” Clarke sighed. He couldn’t believe that he was stuck with handling Daniel’s issue and worst of all, his first time meeting a woman of his dreams other than Alissa is going really bad and it’s not even his fault. Life sure is unfair. “Look, as far as I know, Christine doesn’t have a sister. Let alo

After a few days, Clarke finally finish his job and took a rest, just lying on his bed and let the Flat screen TV in his room switched on while he tries to get some sleep.He had taken a shower a few hours ago but he ended up flopping his body on his bed and lay face down. Exhausted with everything that has been going on lately. Him being alone in his room and not socializing with anyone reminds him of his fugitive days. He spends most of his times alone and unbothered by his surroundings. Ross and his children has thought that he was an introvert, prefer to spend his time by himself rather than mix around with anyone. If only he was...Guilt of ruining a girl’s life made him unable to enjoy his regular lifestyle of just going to parties and hang around with his friend getting hammered and forgetting how his life sucks despite being super rich compared to most kids in America.He was never prim nor he was proper. He prefers bikes than cars, tattoos more

Clarke went to the same bar where he last met Christine and with how red his cheek was; he decides to wallow in his pain through a bottle of whisky. Ignoring the flashes of light and woman calling out to him there, he began to feel tipsy and his eyes becomes somewhat almost, blurry.  Objective finally achieved. The bartender in that club has known him for months and served him the same thing every time he goes there. All he ever does when he sees Clarke is smile and shake his head every time he becomes drunk. As Clarke leans his head forward in defeat, facing the counter, he felt a hand curled behind him and over his shoulder. He slowly moves his head, feeling annoyed at whoever decides to get all touchy with him, and ended up smirking. It was Markus Renly. His old pal and longtime friend of the Walton family. “Girls problem?” The curly blonde hair, blue-eyed man says to him. He wore a simple shirt and a leather jacket that accentuates hi