All Chapters of Nelson de Vedra: The Outcast Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My lips parted slightly, but moments later, a bitter laugh escaped me.Is this real? Am I just seeing things?If what I’m seeing is true, then fate must be playing a cruel joke on me!"Why her?" I murmured to myself as my gaze swept over her, from her pink hair down to her stilettos.“Purple tie?” The words came out slowly, deliberately, from the woman who couldn't close her mouth. Her finger remained pointed at my purple tie.If I’d known she would be the woman I was going to marry, I wouldn’t have worn this tie. I should’ve listened to Jac and backed out of this.Then I wouldn’t be in this situation now. I wouldn’t be haunted by memories of the past.I’ve long buried those memories. I’ve moved on. Why is this happening? Why am I being toyed with like this?“Pink hair!” I chuckled faintly as I said those words, shoving my hands into my pockets and heaving a deep sigh.Her shoulders slumped. The shock I had seen on her face moments ago was now replaced with disappointment.Like me, s

After our secret argument, here we are, still going through with this pointless wedding. A wedding where I have no idea what the outcome will be.And now he's holding my hand to put the gold ring on my finger, matching the one I’m wearing.A family heirloom with a ruby heart-shaped centerpiece. I couldn’t stop myself from frowning as he slowly slid the ring onto my finger.Why would a simple guy like Nelson have an expensive heirloom ring like mine? My gaze shifted between his face and the ring.“I want you to wear this ring as a token of my everlasting love and loyalty.”He deliberately slowed down his words, flashing a strange smile and look, and then kissed my hand. He's such a show-off!“Everlasting love and loyalty? His face!” I couldn’t stop my lips from twitching.I wanted to tell the mayor, no need for all these words because we don't love each other.But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so here I am, putting the ring on his finger. “I want you to wear this ring as a sign of

"Get out of the car!"For a moment, it felt like my heart stopped—not because of Dorry's yelling but because the car came to an abrupt stop. It felt like my soul was thrown out of my body."You’re such a jerk!"I blinked rapidly as Dorry's long nails almost poked my eyes."Get out!" she barked, her tone sharper as she raised her hand, about to slap me.“W-why should I?” I stammered, finally managing to speak after holding my breath and letting her jab her finger at me repeatedly. Sure, I sounded shaky, but I knew she was just as affected as I was.Her face turned redder. Her lips quivered as if she wanted to say more, even her nostrils flared. She looked like an angry bull ready to charge at me."You’ve been at it, Nelson! Your jabs aren’t funny. You're just an attention-seeking lunatic!""Did I ever say I wanted your attenstion? And what exactly are you so angry about, huh? I'm just stating facts. Back when we did that, you weren’t mad. In fact, you enjoyed the ride!""Stop it, Nelso

Dorry’s car came to a stop in front of a gate.“Is this your house?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the sprawling, modern home before me.I avoided meeting Dorry’s gaze, unwilling to let her read anything in my eyes. I didn’t want her to ask questions, to probe into the meaning of my words, or worse, to make me open up about something she’d never given me the chance to share back then.“Yes,” she answered as the gate slowly opened. She glanced at me, her expression puzzled as if she wanted to ask more.I let out a bitter smile. Of course, she’d be confused. She thought I was nothing more than an insignificant islander. She never saw or knew the real me—not like Diego and Vianna May, who, though unaware of my full story, at least understood my true nature.“You really are rich. Your house is enormous,” I said, sweeping my gaze across the property as the car started moving again.Their front yard was small but beautifully landscaped, perfectly complementing the two-story, earth-toned modern

"Sir Hector, please," I said uncomfortably, gently grabbing his hand and moving it away from my thigh. "We’re no longer in the office, but that doesn’t make it right for you to touch me like that, sir," I added calmly.I kept my composure, but deep down, I was furious. The urge to slap him was overwhelming. What kind of mindset does he have? Did he think that just because he’s my boss, I’d let him flirt with me? He’s disgusting!"Sir, I think you misunderstood… When we’re outside the office, you’re no longer my boss; you’re just a friend, sir," I added.He looked embarrassed, adjusting his necktie as he cleared his throat. He shot a subtle glare at the driver, who kept glancing at us through the rearview mirror.I tugged my skirt down a bit, trying to cover more of my thigh. I knew he noticed what I did.He must have sensed my discomfort, realizing that I was no longer at ease sitting next to him.Yes, this is what I wanted—to attract him, to make him want me so badly that he’d go cra