บททั้งหมดของ Nelson de Vedra: The Outcast Billionaire: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

My lips parted slightly, but a bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it.Is this real? Am I seeing things? Or is fate messing with me again?Because if what I'm seeing right now is true, then life just pulled the cruelest joke it could manage."Why her?" I muttered, my gaze running from her unmistakable pink hair down to her towering stilettos.The memories I buried so deep resurfaced. The ones I swore I'd never touch again. They started clawing their way back."Purple tie?"Her voice came out slow and heavy, like even she couldn't believe it. Her finger stayed pointed at my necktie, unmoving.If I had known she'd be the woman waiting at the end of this ridiculous arrangement, I never would've worn this tie. I should've listened to Jac. I should've backed out while I still could.But I didn't. And now I'm here, face-to-face with a ghost I spent years trying to forget.I shoved my hands into my pockets and let out a shaky sigh. "Pink hair..."A soft chuckle escaped me, though it

DORRYAfter our secret argument, here we are, still going through with this ridiculous wedding.A wedding I didn't ask for.A wedding where I have no idea what the outcome will be.Now, here he is, holding my hand, slipping a gold ring onto my finger.I wanted to pull my hand away, but I froze.A family heirloom with a ruby heart-shaped centerpiece. The ring looked too expensive to belong to a simple guy like Nelson.My forehead wrinkled. My gaze darted between his face and the ring, trying to make sense of it.Why does he have a ring like this?Why does it look like the one I have?“I want you to wear this ring as a token of my everlasting love and loyalty.”He said the words slowly, dragging them out like he was in some soap opera. His grin stretched wide as he kissed my hand like some cheesy prince in a bad drama.What a show-off.“Everlasting love and loyalty? Your face,” I muttered under my breath, trying to control the twitch at the corner of my lips.If the mayor weren't standin

"Get out of the car!"It felt like my heart stopped, not because of Dorry’s yelling, but because the car screeched to a sudden halt. My whole body jerked forward like my soul was yanked out midair."You’re such a jerk!"I blinked fast, still dazed from the abrupt stop, only to find her long, sharp nails waving dangerously close to my eyes."Get out!" she barked, raising her hand like she was about to slap me across the face.“Why should I?” I managed, my voice shaky but steady enough to sound pissed.I caught my breath, let her jab her finger at me, and stayed put.Her cheeks flushed bright red. Her nostrils flared. Her whole face twisted like she was one scream away from combusting."You’ve been at it since earlier, Nelson! Your jabs aren’t funny! You’re an attention-starved lunatic!"I scoffed. "Did I ever say I wanted your attention? And what exactly are you so angry about, huh? I’m just stating facts here. Back when we did that, you weren’t mad. You enjoyed the ride, remember?"Her

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 us.I avoided meeting Dorry’s gaze, not wanting her to read anything in my eyes. I didn’t want her asking questions, digging into the meaning of my words, or worse... making me open up about something she never gave me the chance to share back then.“Yes,” she replied as the gate slowly opened. She glanced at me, her expression puzzled, like she wanted to ask more.I let out a bitter smile. Of course, she was confused. She thought I was nothing more than some insignificant islander. She never saw the real me, not like Diego and Vianna May. They might not have known the full story, but at least they understood who I truly was.“You really are rich. Your house is enormous,” I said, sweeping my gaze across the property as the car began to move again.The front yard was small but beautifully landscaped, perfectly complementing the two-story, earth-toned modern ho

"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 did 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 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 crazy for