Lahat ng Kabanata ng BILLIONAIRE'S BRIDE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter Two. Tris. The strangely sexy man watched me smoke for a while, like I was some piece of art. Unable to continue standing there in total silence, I cleared my throat and turned to fully face him. "Is it a woman?" i threw a question at him to get the attention off me. "Did she break your heart?" He looked at me, like really looked at me. Something in his eyes sparkled, and I could almost see a grin. His eyes meet mine, and he just stared at me. I have never seen eyes as intimidating as his, maybe i have, but his seemed darker attached to his beautiful face and intimidating presence. He didn't answer my question right away, he took a sip of his beer, then laughed a little. Even his laugh was sexy, the kind of laughter that seemed genuine and echoed. "What makes you think my heart is broken and by a woman?" He leaned onto the wall so that he could now face me. "Oh, oh am sorry, I don't judge whichever gender you are into. But if am being honest, you don't seem like the typ

Pregnant. Despite the warmth of the summer day, an uncomfortable chill settled over my skin as i settled on the bench just a few blocks from the apartment I shared with my best friend Chloe. I shivered even as the sun’s rays found my tightly clenched fingers, the heat not yet chasing away the goose bumps. A bright blush chased the chill from my cheeks as i remembered the night in question, the night we met and how hard he had fucked me before we were interrupted by his wife. He had a wife, the thought came back to me again, I was pregnant for a married man. After the fateful night, we never exchanged contacts or names, I had no idea who he was and neither did he. But now I was carrying his child. He had made love to me countless times, murmuring to me in Greek warm, soft words that had made my heart twist during that fateful night. I remembered as I clenched my legs together remembering how my body responded to his touch. I had no money, I could barely take care of myself ho

Tony. Tris slammed the door behind her and I stood there, frozen. The air she’d left behind still buzzed with the scent of jasmine and adrenaline. Ethan was all I could think of, My son. When I had an investigator look into her, I still wasn't sure she was the same wombat from years ago, I was not sure Ethan was mine, but now it was as clear as day by her reaction when I confronted her. She seemed scared, like she had seen a ghosts the moment I mentioned Ethan to her. I sank into the chair behind my desk like the wind had been knocked out of me. For four years, I’d thought of her maybe a dozen times, always with a hint of regret, always with a sense of unfinished business. But I’d never imagined she was out there raising our child. She had been a virgin when I first met her, what are the chances she met someone else right after me and got pregnant. She never told me. Hell, I didn’t even know her last name back then. Neither did she know mine. I never bothered to go after her t

Tris. This was definitely not how I thought things were going to go. Today was supposed to be a good day, I was going to get the job and come back home and prepare for starting work. But now things were different, he had found us. I should have known he would have followed me home and I should have lied on the portfolio about where I lived, but all that was too late now. And I had to make my next move and quick. I slammed the door shut behind me, my fingers trembling as they fumbled with the lock. Click. The bolt slides in place, but it doesn’t make me feel any safer. My heart is still hammering like a warning bell, echoing in my ears louder than the silence that fills the house now that Tony’s gone.He was here. He found us. And he was definitely coming back and he was going to take my son away from me, he had the power, money and influence to do it. Again.I pressed my back against the door, squeezing my eyes shut, and exhaled in a shudder. For a split second, I let myself feel i

Tris Later, when she was tucking him up in bed, she inspected his features carefully. He showed his fathering, this child born out of what she had thought a night of perfect love and which instead had been an act of ruthless and deliberate expediency. He had nothing of her in him, unless it was his temperament. In looks he was all Tony; his father in exact miniature from his dark blue eyes to his thick glossy hair. When she first discovered she was pregnant she had been out of work and depressed. She had fainted twice in one week and put it down to nervous strain until, despite the fact that she had barely been eating, she discovered that her skirt wouldn't fasten round her waist. She had known the truth then, but refused to accept it, confirmation finally coming in the shabby, impersonal interview room of a pregnancy advice bureau. They had been kind and helpful, offering to arrange for a termination of her pregnancy, despite its advanced state.They had probably considered that sh