The Billionaire Wants Me Badly のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Willow Rae Johnson****My heart feels overwhelmed as tears pool at the corner of my eyes upon seeing the wholesome incident unfolding in front of my eyes. A little girl is hugging her mother while the hairdresser is cutting her hair, leaving her totally bald. To give moral support to the little girl who is seemingly fighting cancer, some ladies who accompanied the mother and daughter are sacrificing their own hair. Hair is a precious part to anyone who values their beauty or anyone who wants to look good to their own eyes but they are so freely sacrificing it just to encourage the little girl, just to make her realize they are with her no matter what. It fills my heart with warmth. I dare to take my eyes off the scene and avert them towards my sister who is unaware of every emotion the whole salon is radiating right now. She is busy on her phone, eyes glued to the screen since we stepped inside the salon. "Amber." I call out to get her attention but she is too concentrated on her

My breath quickens as soon as Elliott's hands find mine and he helps me to get back on my feet. His warm hands set my body on fire with just a simple touch, sending waves of shiver. I'm not used to getting touched by strangers. Precisely, by strangers as gorgeous as Elliot Ivanov. "Are you alright, miss?" The raw concern in his voice forces me to see him in a new light. I dare to look up only to find him scanning my body worriedly to look for any visible injuries. My hands shake in anxiety. The way he is looking at me, it feels like I'm only seconds away from being recognized by him. Deep down I know his act of being a gentleman will fly through a window if he learns that it's me and not a random lady he bumped into. I nod my head slowly, letting him know that I'm fine. I dare not say anything. Elliot Ivanov may be an asshole but I believe he is extremely smart given the fact that he built his empire on his own. While my voice isn't distinctive, it can still give away my identity.

My eyes fall on the big picture of Amber as soon as we enter the shopping mall. My heart swells up with pride, seeing my sister's accomplishment. I've been told that she is a successful designer but I never got to see her in action. Her big picture in front of the fancy store screams how valable she is in her field of work. While my eyes sparkle with joy and pride, Elliot's case is different. He looks disgusted as his eyes land on the banner where Amber is smiling, surrounded by her designed clothes. If looks could kill, Amber would be ashes by now. My blood boils in anger, seeing him disrespecting my sister like this. He has no right to judge Amber based on his little knowledge while possessing a nasty personality himself. "Let's go to some other store." Elliot urges, already walking away. But I refuse to take even a step in the other direction. Acting like I didn't hear him or even if I did, I didn't find his offer appealing enough, I rush into the store that has Amber's picture.

I've thought a lot. By a lot I mean I thought all night. It won't come across as a surprise if I have bags under my eyes. I wasn't even able to grab a wink of sleep last night. Not after waiting for Amber to show up and talk about the situation at hand. When she arrived though, she was too drunk to be holding a civil conversation. When I woke up in the morning, she was still snoring like there is no tomorrow. However, the first thought that popped into my mind was to hack into Eliiot's systems and expose his hypocrisy. The only problem is that I don't know how to hack a million dollar system and I don't know anyone who will be willing to do that for me. That made me think of my second choice. Hire a spy to collect dirt on Elliot. But there's an obstacle, of course. A spy really? How would I get hold of one? My mind was generous enough to think of hiring a hitman to scare the shit of Elliot so that he backs off. But how would that go? I can only imagine Elliot grabbing the gun from th

"You look great." Amber says cheerfully as she finishes my makeup. "Though I hate the dress." She scrunches her nose in disgust, " This dress really didn't deserve the award." She complains, fixing my hair. "That stupid bastard really wanted to test my patience by sending me this dress." She mumbles to herself. "Amber, I don't think I will be able to do it." I take her hands in mine and confess to her. We had a lot to talk about last night. Though I wanted to get away and go back to my actual life or let our parents know about my existence, Amber's cry for help held me back. Apparently, she doesn't know what's the deal with Elliot. She assured me there's nothing underneath the surface. He is just an asshole who tries to establish the fact that he is superior to us. But she is afraid of Elliot. He can be considered as a damn powerhouse. "I know, I know." She reassures me, squeezing my hands gently. "But it's the last favour I ask of you, Willow." She promises, her big doe eyes be