All Chapters of Invading The Billionaire's Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

In a hall where the staff members of the Porno industry are seated for a seasonal meeting, their eyes are glued to Maria, a mixed bred and director in the sex foundation. Jasmine, a disguised job seeker is leaning on a lustrous door rightly opposite the CEO's office. She walks hopelessly through the gangway, fiddling with a certificate obtained from a Catering class at high school. She is waiting for the meeting to come to an end, hopefully, she may be appointed as a waiter in the company's restaurant or anything else. "The secretary, take that down immediately. Maria, you may continue." Says the CEO. "I already did, sir." The secretary responds. Maria calls on one of the staff in disappointment. "Isla, you are not married yet and besides you signed up for this job why wouldn't you want to try out vaginal sex?” Maria asks directing a stern look at Isla. "With due respect ma'am, I'd love to keep my virginity for my future husband, I don't want to..." "Isla! Your excuse

Jason*"Wake up, wake up!" My mom gave me a light tap on my bare back. I twitched on the bed as I turned around to meet the sun rays emitting through the glassy window into my eyes. For a moment I kept blinking so I could regain my sight. Mom was smiling a kind of smile I couldn't comprehend. "I sent in one of the maids to wake you a couple of minutes ago, good morning son." She said and rose to her feet with folded arms looking down at me still wrapped up in the duvet. "Good morning mom," I mumbled and sat up on my bed, my eyes walked up to the silver wall clock and my body reacted to the shock it discovered. It was already nine o'clock and I was lazily sleeping and dreaming about something that would never occur. I exhaled feeling relieved that I had been dreaming all along because I was never engaged let alone thought about elopement. I do not have a lover and I cannot fall in love. I've got a tight schedule, I celebrated my 29th birthday four months ago and my dad has been pre

Jasmine* From clear observation, the man was bitter about something. Two of the guards walked toward Lilian but she disappeared into the crowd faster than I could imagine. I was now alone in my mess, I hoped that Hart will come to my rescue. "Alright, I'll have to keep you with me until we get your friend." "Oh please," I began to beg. "I came here to meet Hart, my boyfriend. Please let me, I'll come back, I promise." I lied and he knew it. He took one more deadly stare at me and tilted his head. "You got a familiar look, have we met before in some place?” He asked letting his eyes settle elsewhere to avoid looking at me. I shook my head in fear. "What is your name?" "Jasmine Bryan." I said raising my face a bit more since my neck was starting to ache. "I heard her talking about your would-be husband, what did she mean?" "Absolutely nothing, Lilian is just a crazy girl." "Let her go." With my head hanging, I curtsied. "I'm grateful, I'm sorry about your coat." He didn't r

Jasmine* "Yes, Jasmine I did. She will employ you. She's a kind woman, her former helper will be resigning by the weekend and she requires another maid." Lilian said confidently."How well do you know her? You know, though I'll love to serve as a maid, I must know who my master and mistress are." "The media carried the death of her husband some days ago, she's a widow." "Oh, poor thing. I'll try my best to pass the interview." I told her"You definitely will, she owns a restaurant, and she goes there with her favorite maid." "Wow, if I'm considered, I'll try to be her favorite so I could bring back enough pies." I giggled. "How much is the pay?" "Three hundred thousand dollars." "What? that's so much money, she must be very wealthy." "Absolutely." I've sat back so many times to think about how far I would have gone if I'd had the capital to venture into the sales of groceries, and for once bring my dreams into reality. Yes, that feeling of being my boss. I could be better, cou

Jason* "Yes, may I know you?" I asked an unfamiliar lady, my guards stood around her to keep her away from proceeding further. She was somewhat lean, flat-chested with heavy makeup. Her appearance reminded me of a certain stripper I saw at a club. She smiled often revealing her diastema, her eyes walked over my body constantly. "I'm Aurora, the daughter of the former most famous Artist in the state. I lied about wanting to expose a secret, sir. I just wanted to meet with you. I'm interested in serving Mrs. Laura as her maid." "You must be insane! Do I look like a kid to you?" She fell to her knees and began begging. "I thought it was the only way I will be permitted to meet with you." She said with pitiful eyes. "Oscar! Throw this nincompoop outside the gate." I thought about saying that but I decided to be calm, today was my happy day. "This is my house, not Mrs. Laura's. You may leave now, good luck to you at Mrs. Laura's." I said without trying to be compassionate but my