Semua Bab Save the Last Dance For Me: A Billionaire's Game: Bab 1 - Bab 10

She's the most one-sided mother-in-law I have ever known in my whole life. The idea of everyone in the mansion to hate me since the first day of my relationship with Norman begins from her. She builds it. Nails it in everyone's hearts and minds, including her twin daughters. "Are you blind, you ungrateful, whore?" she growls, her eyes filled with her overflowing rage toward me, but she stretches out her patience to prevent her anger from bursting when she is with her circle of so-called gold-digger friends. The six of her friends who were seated at the table next to her were all good and well-behaved in front of my mother-in-law, but every time they turned their backs on her, or the other way around, they stabbed her with their knives a million times. "For God's sake!" she gasps as she clenches her fists before she continues, "Sometimes I wonder if you and your entire family are wicked old witches who cast a seduction spell on my son to marry you by force." To release the anger th

Continuous deafening screams dominated the entire coronation night instead of everyone's lively cheering and whooping two minutes ago. Most of the residents, partygoers, and foreign visitors, who managed to witness the unexpected commotion rushed both, to the main entrance and exit, where the mind-blowing fistfight had just begun. The music stopped playing, making it more obvious that an ongoing uproar was happening inside the podium. So I keep screaming, attempting to stop them from hurting each other before I see blood. Unfortunately, the man is more furious, and he appears to be more desperate and aggressive compared to Justine. He jumps on top of Justine, pins him on the ground, and blows countless of his punches. Then I see blood coming out of his nose and mouth. They flooded the surface of the ground around them. The man did not even hesitate after knowing he already won their fight. Instead, he continued punching Justine, as though he had no plan on keeping him alive.

In the middle of my journey back to the mansion, I clean up the tears that flood my eyes, trying to remove the remnants of my imperfection and failure, especially when I have to show my family that I wasn't affected by the result. However, my tears were like an open faucet. The more I wiped them off, the heavier the weight I felt inside me. It's burning me inside out. Failing on something wasn't supposed to be my cup of tea, but it happened. Never in my life have I failed to achieve something. Winning the election was as easy as counting from one to three for me. But how on earth did it happen? I spent billions of dollars on the campaign. To make sure our lineup could win at all costs. It just fucking happened, and I didn't get the chance to wear a life vest or bulletproof. My entire body is sinking into the bottom of the ocean. And I was supposed to get Veronica's support, to comfort me in times of crisis, but she didn't. "Get me the most expensive bottle of wine, quick!" I furi

Malia is my ex-girlfriend's little sister. Similar to Veronica, she was also one of those women whom I took advantage of - turning them into my sex slaves. She likes me, and I couldn't stop my lust. I am just a man with a manly need. We had sex countless times before I met Yvanna every time we see each other regardless of the place. One of those places was in the car, just like what we're doing at the moment. Needless to say, for the record, she was the one who took my virginity. And that experience with her was worth remembering. "STOP!" I yelled at her as I pushed her away from me. Then I set my hardened and drooling d*ck back behind my pants. "Get out of the car, Malia. And I am not gonna say it again." "Fine!" she heaved an abrupt sigh of dismay, yet she still had the audacity to smile at me. "This doesn't mean I am gonna stop chasing you. Deny it or not, you like the feeling when your d*ck is inside my mouth, Norman. Yvanna cannot do that for you, I bet my life on it." Afte

I already have the money that I needed to save the last dance with Yvanna and the security guards to keep an eye on me when that happens, so I think I'm good to go. Right now, all I have to do is to have patience as much as possible to wait for the next night. Just for another day in this place. Because we couldn't rent any place nearby, Mr. Emilio and I stayed in my car while the rest wandered the place and some of them stayed in their respective cars. "Kindly wait for me, my love, Yvanna," I softly whispered to myself with a smile on my face while staring and massaging at the crumpled flyer in my hands. "We'll meet again soon." "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, Mr. dela Vega?" Mr. Emilio spoke up, shattering my profound excitement. "Why now?" "What do you mean by that, huh, Mr. Emilio?" I frowned as I lifted my eyes to the rearview mirror to see his facial expression after asking me that question. "I mean, you didn't give much attention to your w