Back With The Billionaire's Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Naomi West ****** “Naomi West? Please sign here.” The postal delivery officer loans me his pen. I’m still on a call, so I don’t bother asking him questions. Even though I’m not expecting a parcel, I still take it. After all, it’s too small to be a bomb. I shut the door after the man and turn back around into my home. I flip over the parcel in curiosity to see who is the sender. To my utter confusion, there is no return address or the sender’s name on it. An anonymous parcel? Fine, not a bomb, but it definitely has something to do with drugs. “Mommy! Mommy!” Ben’s tantrum draws my focus from the phone call and the parcel. I hurriedly place the parcel at a height where my little demon can’t reach. I search the drawing room to catch him running towards me like a thief escaping cops. Behind him, Marcus jogs into the hall with Ben’s backpack and bottle. I understand at once why the little demon is running away from him. Ben quickly hides behind my legs and holds onto them before I

"Five years... Destiny is truly a bitch, right?" Denzel throws his head back and laughs maniacally. I check my surroundings once more, but I can't find the slightest trace of humanity. Denzel continues to laugh but stops when he notices me staring into the distance, not heeding him. The next thing I know, both his arms slam down on either side of me, caging me between him and the wall. His chest aligns with my face. Even with the shirt on, I can imagine his muscles just by their outline. My face feels hot. "Why did you come back, little rose? Aren't you afraid of the consequences I can make you suffer?" He angrily slams his hands on the wall, talking through gritted teeth. He takes my chin in his grip and tips my head up to meet my eyes. My heart is beating frantically. I can't stare off into the distance to ask for help. I can only crane my neck and gaze at his handsome face and let the fragrance of his shaving cream overwhelm me. The scent catches me off guard when I recognize

After leaving my office in Jake’s capable hands, I’m headed to meet James Davenport, a well-known, eminent movie director and producer, and my brother-in-law in his mid-thirties. In terms of business, James isn't a rotten apple, but when it comes to fame and social life, his reputation is no better than common trash. When Chloe told me that she wanted to marry James, I had the man investigated inside out. Sleeping around was his hobby and the words faithfulness and loyalty weren’t in his dictionary. He initially thought that he’d be able to get away with dating Chloe. That was before he found out about her full name. After marrying Chloe, I strictly banned him from partying. He didn’t take me seriously until I promised to relieve him of his manhood if he ever proved to be unfaithful to his wife. The driver pulls over before the studio. I get out of the car and find the usually bustling spot to be uncommonly quiet. Outside, not a single person can be spotted and on top of that, the

Denzel Flynn ****** After venting my anger on that terrible excuse of a husband, I drive to the highway. I pull over when I reach the particular spot and see a black van parked beside the road into the light forest. I have trouble finding him in one go. He steps out of his van in a dark jumpsuit and a mask veiling his face with only his mouth exposed to the air. He looks like a kidnapper, but he’s much more than that. I get out of my car and walk up to him. The reason I recognize him from far away is the golden skull necklace hanging from his neck. That’s his signature. “Is everything ready?” He points me to follow him without uttering a word. Z is sensitive about his identity. All these years of collaboration and I’ve never seen this man’s face or heard his voice. Yet, I trust this man more than my executives. Z opens the trunk of his van. The first thing that catches my eye is two gallons of blood. I don’t think my body will make up for this amount, even if I bleed to death. A

“I’m not putting it on.” It’s my first reaction when I hear the word blindfold come out of his mouth. “It’s not for you, it’s for me. I suppose you’ll feel less embarrassed that way. On a plus point, there’s nothing morally wrong in tending to a blind man.” Denzel shrugs with a smile that asks; Aren’t I brilliant? He tells me to bring a tie from his closet. I grit my teeth and obey his wish. After searching through the lavish clothes, I find a black tie. When I head back to the bathroom, I catch a momentary glance of him getting into the soapy bathtub. He puts away the towel and perches down, leaning his head back. “Too mesmerised to speak, Miss West?” His eyes are shut, but a smirk is plastered on his smug face. “You overestimate yourself, Mr. Flynn.” I take measured steps towards the tub. The back of his head is facing me. He doesn’t speak and enjoys his bath. His fractured hand and leg are outside the water. And given his six feet two inches of height, he looks comfortable en