Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To The Billionaire Flirt : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Bryan POV I sighed frustratedly, ruffling up my already messy hair. Me—a playboy—get married. What the hell?! "Is anything the problem, love?" A voice suddenly came up behind me, and I turned to see Shawna standing behind me. My eyes slightly widened in surprise. God, when did she get in here? Well, Shawna's my girlfriend, and we've been dating for quite some time now, though we decided to keep it a secret from my family because they wouldn't approve of us no matter what. And that's because Shawna's more on the baddie side, and knowing my family very well, they would prefer a good, decent girl, one who doesn't smoke, has no piercings or tattoos, and does dress moderately. Too bad Shawna isn't that kind of person. "C'mon, D, what's going on?" She asked again when she saw I wasn't saying anything but just staring at her blankly. What's bothering you?" I sighed deeply, rubbing the sides of my temples. God, what was I going to tell her? Now I can't possibly tell her

Kira POV I didn't hesitate before slapping the idiot. How dare he just walk up to me and start saying sh*t? I could still feel my blood boiling hot. "How dare you, huh? How dare you motherf**king pieces of sh*t just walk to me and start saying sh*t, huh? Do I look like a sl*t to you?" I spat, folding my fist angrily. If there was a person I hate the most, it's those perverted guys who think they could get under every girl's skirt. He slowly looked up at me, his eyes holding a sliver of glare in them. "Hey, I really see reason why you're getting worked up about this; it's not like it's something new. And that slap of a thing, it was just so childish of you," he shot "What? Are you out of your f**king mind?" I snapped, now that I think about it. This guy deserves more than a slap. "Of course not...so many girls out there would be dying to get a demigod like me to talk to them, but you..." "Well, for you information I'm not so many girls and If there's one person I hate

MinaEverything happened just too fast.First with the drink slipping out of my grip, then the loud crash that sounded when the glass contents spilled on Dylan and hit the floor.I didn't need to be told of the damage it caused, because the next thing I heard,"Bloody hell, I'm sooo not doing this sh*t anymore" followed by the receding footsteps proved it all.I landed on the floor and gasps filled the air."Mina!!!" I heard dad's booming voice."Sis!!" I heard approaching footsteps rushing towards me and I slowly turned my head to the sides only to see Kira running towards me."Sis, are you alright?" she knelt beside me"Don't worry I'll tend to her, just go clean up the mess," Aunt Fina appeared suddenly, coming to stand beside us"Okay" Kira mumbled and threw me one last concerned and worried look before reluctantly leaving my side.Aunt slowly helped me to my feet and that was when I noticed the living room was now empty."Don't worry they all went outside to discuss. C'mon, let m

Kira's POV "Let's run away," I said Immediately, my voice trembling but resolute. Jamison froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. “W–what? What did you just say?” he stammered. “I said let’s run away, Jamison,” I repeated, this time firmer, more certain. I reached for his hands, hoping he would see how desperate I was, how we really needed to do this but surprisingsly he stepped back away from me, shaking his head negatively. “Are you being serious right now, Kira? Run away? Seriously?” he said more like scoff “Yes,” I reaffirmed. “It’s the only way out of this. Do you really think staying here will change anything? My father’s already made the deal—he’s marrying me off to him. He’s given them his word, Jamison, and once he does that, there’s no going back. You don’t know my father like I do... he’ll stop at nothing.” “I’m sorry, Kira,” he cut in suddenly, his tone firm. “But I can’t do this with you.” “W-what? I blinked, stunned. "But… why?” I asked, in a shaky v

Kira’s POV Dylan! His name rang in my before I could even speak. Subconsciously, my fist clenched beside me as I watched them with darkened gaze. I could feel my blood boiling. Even though I knew I wasn't supposed to get angry after all, I was married to Mr. Flirt so I shouldn't expect anything less, but I just couldn't help it. The bastard! Shouldn't he at least have some little shame? We just got married, for crying out loud. Shouldn't he have respected me and done it elsewhere? Oh God! Furiously, I tightened my already balled fist and made to march up to them when a hand suddenly tapped me from behind. I turned to see a middle-aged man staring broodingly at me. "Excuse me, young lady, but you're stepping on my things." "Oh really..." I looked down, and truly, I was stepping on his clothes. I didn’t even notice. I looked up to him with a bashful smile. "Oh... I'm so sorry," I quickly apologized and stepped aside, but he just shrugged, picked up the suit from the floor, an