บททั้งหมดของ Not Again, Mr Billionaire.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

LALIYA’S POVThree years.After three years with him and this was how he repaid me.I stared at the papers in my hand with a blank emotion, because what was I supposed to feel? I knew it would happen eventually, but no prepping could have readied me for it.My head lifted on its own to look at the man I’d been living with for three years now. Living with? No, I meant the man I’d been married to for over three years now.We were arranged to each other three years ago and while I had to do it because it was in my father’s will as his last wish, he had to do it because only then would his father give him the full ownership of the companies home and abroad.The stipulation for the marriage was three years because they thought we would ‘fall in love’, and we were three years into our marriage three months ago. He also got his ownership three months ago and I had been waiting for the divorce papers since then. Look! here it was.Did our marriage last t

SANTIAGO’S POVWith furrowed brows, I inspected the weekly financial reports that my secretary dropped on my table.The stock markets had taken a nosedive. I rubbed the bridge of my nose in sheer anger as I stared at the financial reports pooled on my mahogany desk. Unimpressive numbers danced before my eyes and I cursed at the fluctuating stocks. Low stocks were usually bad and could be a disaster for the investments, especially when some dramatic major shareholders got paranoid and withdrew their shares rather than being patient till it rose again.“This has to be the most fucked up thing I’ve seen today,” I muttered to myself, my voice laced with both anger and resignation. “This is just unacceptable, something must be done.”The tip of my fingers traced the documents as I pondered on how to maneuver myself in the conference meeting I had later in the day. The arrows on the graphs and charts irritated me because they went down lower than usual. The conferen

LALIYA’S POVThe familiar sights and sounds of Texas city welcomed me back, coupled with the arms of my older brother, Crone. It had been three years since I set foot in my hometown, yet it was like I never even left for a moment.This was the city I was born in, the city I had grown up in, and the city I was known in. While my father’s companies had connections all over America (all over the world in fact), I always preferred to stay in Texas.My brother pulled me into a hug and I sighed in his embrace. How I wished to spend a lifetime just secured in his arms. Not many words were exchanged between us, other than him suggesting to drive us to his house since my house was empty and he didn’t feel good to leave me all alone yet.Apparently, he had sent my househelps home after I had gotten married, which made the whole house void of a living soul and probably dusty at the moment. I would have to stay with him for some time, while my house is clean

SANTIAGO’S POV“Would you look at this?! The castle in Italy is now open for bookings? Let's get married in a real castle.” Alexia's eyes sparkled as we laid side by side on the couch, surrounded by wedding magazines, notes, and some sketches. She was so deep in the discussion of her dream wedding, and I was deeply immersed by the sight of her.“Yeah?”“Yes please! Imagine getting married in a real castle, it’ll be the talk of the country for months, if not years.” She nodded, picking up one of the wedding dress sketches to compare it to the one in the magazine. When she told me she bought wedding magazines to keep herself warm and remind herself that that would be her with me one day, guilt filled my heart so much that I apologized over and over again. I hurt her so badly.“Then let’s do it if you want. I’ll talk with my assistant tomorrow to inquire about the bookings. We’ll book the castle for a week at most. I heard it has a hotel. You've a