Todos os capítulos de MR. BILLIONAIRE, YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME.: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

It had taken everything and a little more for Serena to appear calm and in control of her emotions, she really wasn’t and she had a whole breakdown to prove it when she had locked herself in the bathroom. “Miss Stone, your father wants to see you,” a nice and pretty lady said, Serena suspected she was her father’s secretary or assistant. She smiled softly at her, hoping her face wasn’t as pale as her heart and stomach was, she closed the toilet door behind her and wiped her still damp hands on her skirt. “Thank you… what is your name? You look familiar, but it's hard to really place the face,” she continued, she genuinely looked familiar and she was also trying at being friendly. There was someone she could say she looked like but maybe being in this environment and in her old world was making her hallucinate. She doubt she would even knew how she looked liked “I am Lexi, I am everybody’s assistant. Let’s just say I am the errand girl, my sister asked Mr Stone to find a post for

For a moment, silence hung in the air, stretched, almost tangible, as Damien’s eyes met Serens’s. The amazement he claimed was brief, replaced almost immediately by that quiet composure he wore like an armor.“Serena” he said again, this time with a slow smirk tugging at his lips. “You look…..troubled.” She arched a brow, matching his tone effortlessly, or maybe worse. “And you look exactly like someone who hasn’t slept properly in three days.”He gave a low chuckle, rounding his desk. “You didn’t come all the way here to insult my sleep schedule, did you?”“Of course not,” she replied, in a smooth but clipped voice. “I came bearing gifts.”“That sounds dangerous,”“It usually is”They stared for a moment for long, that odd tension thick enough to make the air heavy. She finally broke it by reaching into her handbag and drawing out two envelopes.“These are for you.” She handed it over, with entirely no emotions on her face. Damien took them, his expression unreadable. The soft shuf

It didn’t sit well with Cassie, it’s as odd that Adrian wants to attend the Get-together. She knew a lot had to be carried out, she honestly was aware of that. But she felt that Adrian is going a bit far, farther than she went herself. Adrian’s voice snapped her out of the universe she was; The Thought Universe.“It’s tonight, get dressed. We are leaving in thirty minutes.” He snapped.“You really want me, to….all of a sudden,” She stammered, short of words, she decided not to continue whatever she had wanted to say. She dressed in silence afterwards, in her room. She stood before the mirror, a feeling of unfulfillment hooved all over her. She brushed her hair slowly as she stared deep into the mirror, watching her reflection. Behind the make-up, was a shadow of exhaustion.Cassandra had grown up in chaos; an irresponsible father, though rich, he seemed to only lavish his money on women and the most unnecessary thing. She watched her parents fight every day, one day, over cheating,

She had been up since dawn, her mind remained restless. All night, Serena deeply wondered what Damien had in mind to show at his office. She tried to put her mind away from it, but the more she tried, the more her brain played obsession. She felt excited, but she couldn’t say precisely as there’s also a bit of unease in her, maybe excitement, maybe unease.She stood up to carry out her morning routines; shower, taking care of her hair, dressing up, then coffee. She looked in the mirror, she felt brighter, looked brighter. She was full of self-admiration, her face radiating, her chin looking sharp. She placed her hand below her chin, blowing her reflection a kiss.She looked outside, the day looked cool, the sun still coming up. Serena always loved watching the sun come up when she lived with her parents earlier, before she moved out with Adrian. She felt found, like a kid that strayed and came back, she almost started feeling regrets, but she convinced herself it’s not needed. She smir

The airport was buzzing, the place was extremely alive, people departing and people arriving, the wheels of luggage making noises as it moves through the tiled floor. Announcements echoed from a distance, indistinct chatters from all corners as people made way for their different destinations. He wore a smile as he came down from the plane. Marcus moved with joy and an exceptional walking pose, with Nelly by his side, his eight months girlfriend that they had travelled together. They spent two months in the New York, he felt more composed than he was; he’s always composed but he felt more of composure. He was still genuinely enjoying the breeze of his homeland when he saw Ken waiting, standing near the exit. Ken and Marcus both worked for Damien, Marcus was the closest to Damien, but since Marcus had been away, Ken took up most of his duties, he somewhat changed to the “Acting Damien”, if that’s a recognized title at all. Marcus had gone for a vacation, a thing to enjoy his leave a