Semua Bab Married To The Broke Billionaire : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Natalie's POVMy gaze has been on only one object for the past hour. The object in which my father now lives. The only family I have. The one who had been there for me my whole life.Not that I don't have a mother, but I don't have one who is responsible. She's never the type to care. If she did, she would be here, mourning the death of her beloved husband or at least to comfort me.My heart was heavy, chilled with grief but no matter how badly it ached, the tears wouldn't fall.I was supposed to be crying my heart out, but the tears refused to fall despite it brimming at the brink of my eyes. My back stiffened definitely from the different gazes at my back. I couldn't bear to face the lots of people here to mourn the death of my beloved, I feared the sympathy I would see on their faces.I couldn't run off to anyone, not my grandparents…not my mother and not my cousins. I'm sure they would still see me as a plague.What did I do to deserve those cold attentions? They wouldn't be here

Natalie's POV The limo ride was silent, except for the sound of Mitchell's frequent chuckles. I sat pressed against the window, watching the city which had turned dark.Why had we waited until this moment? It was practically late at night.Every car drive I have ever had was never this cold and silent. I remembered one ride I had with dad, I can still perceive the smell of coffee and his sweet cologne. His hands were squeezing mine.How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream.But ghost doesn't speak.“Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window.She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to.She even dressed better than I did.“I deserve to know.”A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.”“I believe that's not all to tell about him.”She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.”My breath caught. “Dangerous?”“Not to you,if you do what's expected of you to do. Ju

Natalie's POVI snapped. “I want to leave. Where is my phone. Allow me to speak with him.”I shouted, I knew I was causing a ruckus which I know isn't good for my image. But I need all those things. When did I lose it? I can afford it getting in the hands of the wrong person.The answer they kept giving me was that he was in a meeting.“They're not your staff,” a voice drawled behind me. I spun. He stood at the top of the stairs, one hand in his pocket, watching me.He wore the same outfit, that means he hasn't gotten to his room yet.“They're mine,” he continued, descending from the stairs slowly. “They answer to me, not you.”I marched up to him, seething. I just feel like biting his skin off. “This is illegal. You took my things and you're keeping here. This is kidnapping and I could get you arrested.”He didn't blink. He didn't seem surprised.“You're free to leave,” he said calmly. But beneath that calm voice, I knew there was a storm that could unleash anytime. “But step out tha

Wilfred’s POVI watched her…so defiant, yet so fragile underneath. Natalie had no idea what she was dealing with, no clue how deep the connection her father had created was and how it could be the beginning of her misery. Her father’s name, once respected, was now tangled in debts and debts unpaid. And she? She was the pawn in a game far bigger than her naïve heart could grasp.When I stepped into the study, I saw the papers sprawled across the desk..proof of her desperation, her attempts to wrest control from Mitchell’s grip..or probably get away from me. I should have expected it. She was stubborn like her mother, maybe even more.But I never wanted her in my home.She accused me of stalking her, of invading her privacy. Funny. Maybe I was. But every step I took, every secret I uncovered, was to protect her..like I had promised to keep my end of the deal.I sat down, watching her try to flee. Her legs rooted to the floor.That was no coincidence. She couldn’t escape, not yet. Not un

Natalie's POVI lost count of how many more minutes I stayed stuck in the study. Was this my punishment for coming into the study or my punishment for being born into this world.Finally, a maid came to my aid. Her rescue couldn't be counted as one. She dumped the glue removal gel in front of me, turned around and walked straight out of the room.Even the maids in this house had standards.I crouched to help myself, as I did that, my legs shook uncontrollably like I would fall if I was not careful enough. But the glue was on its super active mode. No matter how shaky my legs were, I wouldn't fall. After constant groaning and tears, I was finally freed. Instantly, I fell to the ground, causing friction between my buttock and the ground. Luckily I didn't fall in the same spot. If not I don't know which kind of story I'd tell again.Should I rather stay in this room? I have nothing to do out there.Just as that thought crossed my mind, I remembered I have duties to perform now. I got on