《The Billionaire Legacy 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Annabelle's PovI can't believe my dream day is here. The long awaited day. The day I will be strongly and officially belong to someone. The most exciting thing about this day is that my best friend turned sister Mia. My darling will be here to celebrate this day with me. Mia has stood right with me through all my struggles, when I am sad, when I am happy, when I am broken, when I am a ghost of my own self. Mia has been there, oh what a friend, she is the kind of friend any girl wishes for. I can remember back when I was 19 going to 20, I had the biggest breakdown ever. I was so depressed, I entered the darkest part of my life. The part that only a miracle can draw me out of. But she was there, even if I wasn't myself at least I can remember her doing all she could to get me out of bed. I slept for days, didn't eat, didn't bathe, nothing, just dieing slowly and crying everytime till I was out of tears. I was shit at that moment but I had Mia. She was there, she was never tired o

Annabelle's povGuping down my liquor and tearing out softly yet bitterly and a soft warm hand touched me. The warmth from the hand disrupted my thoughts that I had to snap out of my head and look back. It was a tall, slender guy, dark short hair, built physic, dark cold blue eyes and a wonderful scent. Extravagant but classy. He looked at me deep into my eyes like he was staring into my future or something without saying a word. Ok this is weird. I am grieving and this is the best moment for a weirdo to turn up. Fuck! My own things are always different.“You look like you need someone right now, I can be that someone, weird I know but believe me it's coming from a safe place”. He said as he lifted his coat and sat close to me, I hated that look on his face! The look of pity, today was supposed to be a day to celebrate me but nahh, they have to pity me.Yh, that's the same exact thing my fiance says to me before fucking my best friend in the bathroom while I was waiting on white.“T

Annabelle's povAfter thinking about everything that went down on my supposed to be wedding day with my supposed to be husband and a supposed to best friend, I got weak, weak in my knees, I just wanted to leave this place, disappear, makeover, rise above it all and be a new version of me. A version that they can't even reach, a type that Daniel will be willing to do anything to get her slightest attention.I need to grow above all this. I think I will be moving to LA. New York has done enough to me. Enough is enough. Await my come back, brace up Mianiel or Danmia. Whatever the name of the sailing ship is. Two wretched people that would die and scream in pains after everything they put me through.So I booked a flight ticket to LA, I bought an apartment for myself. I hope the apartment is as nice as it seems. LA please treat me nice, I have been through enough already and it's too much for me to carry. I don't want extra problem or anything adding to my pain. I just want a fresh star

John’s POVThere are things you forget. And then there are things that stay with you—etched in your memory like scars you didn’t know you had. That night was the latter.I sat in my office, floor-to-ceiling glass walls casting long shadows across the polished floors as the Los Angeles skyline bathed in the final hues of sunset. Everything about my surroundings whispered power—my penthouse office, the heavy leather chairs only the bold dared to sit in, the constant rhythm of Titans Weaponry pulsing beneath my command. Billion-dollar deals. Global influence. Political strings pulled in silence.And yet, all I could think about was her.That girl.It had been weeks since that night. A night I wasn’t supposed to remember—but couldn’t stop reliving.She was a stranger.But something about her—those sorrowful eyes, the fragile way she held herself, the ghost of grief wrapped around her like perfume—stayed with me.I didn’t catch her name. She never asked for mine. We shared a hotel room and

Annabelle’s POVThe days were getting heavier—literally and emotionally. I couldn’t sit for too long, I couldn’t lie down without shifting every five minutes, and I couldn’t even eat what I wanted without worrying it would cause heartburn or a stomach revolt.My ankles were beginning to swell, and I waddled more than I walked. It was kind of embarrassing when strangers offered me a seat with pitiful smiles, but I was too exhausted to care.And the cravings? Insane. One minute I wanted broccoli with pineapple, the next I wanted ice cubes and tomato stew. Together. Don’t ask.Even getting dressed was a chore. Nothing fit right anymore, and bras were my enemy. I had maybe three tops I rotated between, and even those were starting to feel snug.But what scared me the most wasn’t the discomfort—it was the creeping anxiety that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t ready for this. Ready to become someone's everything.I was finally getting the hang of this pregnancy—or at least I kept telling myself