Semua Bab SWITCHED: THE BILLIONAIRE'S TRUE LOVE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Nadia stormed the bedroom they once shared, holding a piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes, blaring hot, like she was about to break down. The past few days had been hectic; calls from the board requesting her presence. Her own personal business is taking a huge toll on her and now Asha is sending a divorce paper through her assistant. Not even having the guts to give her by himself. Looking at the scenario in front of her, she said calmly, holding it up. “Asha, what is this?” He let go of Victoria and walked towards her. “What exactly is written on it?” “I'm not signing this fucking papers Asha,” her words coming out of a gritted teeth. “You are my husband and that you will remain.” Throwing the papers in his face and about to walk out, Asha grabbed her roughly by her forearm. “You don't tell me what to do. You sign these papers or I will make your life miserable.” “Fine, go ahead, do it,” her outburst took Asha back. “That's all you've been doing ever since you married me. Yes

It's been 6 months. 6 months of intense healing and self awareness. The small shop had a name sign - GRAY'S POTTERY. Painted with the colour attached with purity, customers waltzed in and out. All her life, if she wasn't cutting out new fabrics and making sketches to be put on display, she was dabbling in clays, making beautiful vases in the compound. A tall slender man made his way into her shop. His sunglasses are like that of a trained hitman. Tall and old enough to be her father. He looked around: “life's really better here than the city?” “It's awesome,” Nadia responded without turning, smiling. The voice gave him away. It was one that she had been used to all her life. Her long Auburn hair styled into a fringe. “I get to live life the way I want, no one knows who I am.” “I'm proud of you kiddo,” he embraced her, poking her forehead. “I missed you too Marcus,” her arms went tightly against his body. He was the closest thing she had to a father now. “I'm surprised to see you

As Asha walked away, straight into his car, his unsteady heartbeat reminded him that he had made a wrong choice of words. He was supposed to be seeking her good face but now, his words came out as a threat.He hit the steering wheel multiple times, transferring his frustration onto it. His mind raced back to how he almost died of smoke inhalation but somehow, a brave little girl, had walked right into the fire, coming for him. He owes her his life, his very existence and being.“I'm so sorry Nadia,” he kept muttering as the tears fell gently. “Just give me one tiny chance again, I promise not to screw it up.”He looked out just in time to see her getting into her car and driving away. Her attitude had changed, her aura was different. She meant business and wasn't ready to let anyone mess it up for her.He picked his phone, texting the only person who knew the story between him and Nadia. 'It's really Nadia. She was the one who saved my life. I saw the burnt scar on her shoulder today.

Nadia walked into the home she spent the early part of her life in. Memories upon memories crashing in her head. Her eyes filled up unconsciously. How badly did she miss her father. That man was her role model. She looked up to him in everything. Being a single dad wasn't easy, he made sure to give her the best life he could afford.Her mind traveled down an old memory lane. Irrespective of how big she was, she was still her father's child. She had run in that day, with her crossbag over her shoulders, beaming with so much joy and happiness, announcing the man she wanted to spend forever with. If she had known, she would have stuck with the boys from college who wanted her. “Feisty, are you sure it's him?” That was the name he gave her. According to him, she was perfect and complete in every way. Any man would die to have her.“Why do you want him?” The answer to that question was best known to her. How could she tell her father that she had loved him ever since they were kids? That

The endless scrolling of potential candidates made Nadia's head throb. Multiple empty coffee cups littered her father's desk—she'd taken to working in his office, hoping his presence would somehow guide her decisions. But the comfort she'd sought wasn't materializing. Her temples pounded from too much caffeine on an empty stomach. She leaned back in the leather chair that still smelled faintly of her father's cologne, closing her eyes against the pain. The familiar chime of her phone cut through the silence. 'Saw you blacklisted my number. I wasn't wrong about you. Such a feisty young lady.' Nadia's eyes flew open. That word—feisty. Her father's nickname for her. Only he had called her that. Her heart hammered as she grabbed the phone. Whoever this person was, they knew her intimately. Knew her well enough to use her father's most personal name for her. Which meant they'd worked closely with Elliot Gray. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. 'Who are you? What do you want from me