All Chapters of The billionaires bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Fine then!

“How dare you Arlo?” Maybelline almost yelled but being the poised woman that she was, she knew to keep her voice down. She was taught by her mother to care what others think, to see herself as an item to be revered. Maybelline knew that true reverence and respect comes from having a stoic, respectable position in society. She had built her family's image on this; reverence, a perfect image, the perfect family, one to be respected and feared. She looked around for the maids, spotting two hanging in the corner, she sent them away with a wave of her hand. Now it was just her and her heir alone in the large living room, she could tell him everything she needed to, she could raise her voice as much as she wanted to because she was sure that the thick walls of the mansion would hold the secret of their imperfect dysfunction.“Close the door,” Maybelline said without turning to look in her son's direction, she could not bare to see him at that moment, she wanted to gather her emotions, to

Her pawn

Arlo opened the door then led out of the large sitting room. The large door let out a loud bang as he slammed it in anger, his mother, Maybelline, watched in surprise, she did not think that it would get that bad, she had not expected that that gold digger, that social climber, Vivienne would penetrate her son's heart the way she had. To be completely honest, Maybelline had thought that Vivi would end up being one of Arlo's little play things who he would eventually leave when he got tired, Maybelline had seen many ladies walk in and out of Arlo's life so she had not expected Vivienne to stay as long as she had. Introducing Vivienne, her rival's only daughter to Arlo was a joke that seemed to have backfired, watching her son walk out the way he just had, watching him defend her honor proved that. It also proved to Maybelline that she needed to stop taking things easy, she had to step up her game because there was no way that she was just going to watch everythi

THE MATRIARCH OF MARKIS

“Can you get me a meeting with her?” The almost villainous calculating Matriarch said. Her light blue eyes caught the light being emitted from the golden diamond studded chandelier above them. The small on her lips was not one of gratitude, not necessarily, it was due to the satisfaction she felt, the satisfaction that she might in fact be able to control her unruly son, that she might in fact be able to re-claim her control over everything, that she actually has the reigns again now, she just had to figure out the right way to use that control. Meeting the girl will give her a perspective on that, on how best to use the poor helpless lady, how well to use her helplessness against her to Maybelline's favor. Maybelline still wondered how it would all play out since the lady is in fact pregnant, she was not sure how she would manage that, how she would spin that in her own favor but she was confident that her smart quick-witted mind would figure it out. Maybelline

Yearning for her?

The call came when Jenny was already preparing for bed, she already had her Korean face mask on. Her short brunette hair was already pushed back, away from her eyes. She had already soaked up in the tub of warm water, bubbles and essential oils. That night was meant to be special, it was supposed to be an early night. That night, Jenny had decided not to watch the dating reality television show late into the night, no. She had decided not to waste her time scrolling on social media, no. That night, Jenny decided to read a book…a novel, she had decided to re-connect with the girl she use to be during her college days, when she would frolic through the yard of UC Berkeley with a book in one hand and a starbucs cup in another. Jenny wanted to recapture those moments, to sleep early and then dead about the only person she enjoyed dreaming about: Mr. Arlo Ian Markis, her boss who she had fantasized about being with ever since she was a teenager, her boss who had confirmed that

HANDPICKED BY MS. MAYBELLINE

“What is happening? Why is everyone being so weird?” Raya asked, her eyes darted from one corner of the hospital ward to another and then back to the doctor and nurses around her.Something did not feel right, Raya could tell that there was something they were not telling her, something they were hiding from her. She looked at the nurse in front of her, begged her with her gaze to tell her what it was but the nurse only looked away with a quaint smile that portrayed utter professionalism on her face. Everything was confusing, her memory was all over the place. The light (even though it was dim) piercing through her eyes hurt. She felt vulnerable and out of place and she still did not even understand why she was in the hospital. To her what she had had was just a small crash, a little accident, something akin to one bumping their toes on an obstruction, to her it was nothing that major to warrant a hospital visit. She wished that the whole thing was handled more minimally. It bothe

Not backing down

Ms. Maybelline Markis coming into the hospital room seemed to cause everything to stop. It was like a movie moment when there'd be coffee spilling out of a cup and then freezing halfway to the ground, right there in the air. It was like those overly dramatized parts of movies when the already stressed cleaner would have a wild expression frozen on their face as they waited anxiously for the coffee to spill to the ground, when the chef would be frozen in the overheated kitchen, damn-near pulling his or her whole hair out as they yell at the kitchen staff because an important food critic had decided to visit the restaurant for some reason. It felt like that kind of moment in Raya's hospital ward, that frozen moment when just one person's presence, just one person's aura puts everything to a stand still. Everyone in the hospital room breathed like it was a sin to share the same air with this person, they moved with caution or did not move at all. There was tensio

Smug rich people

This is what they do, they come into your space and demand for things, these rich people, they only give you the time of day when they want something from you.Raya felt disgusted by Lady Markis’ presence in her hospital ward, of course it was no coincidence that she was there, of course she was only there to make sure that the financially disadvantaged Lady that her spoiled son hit would not say a word about it, of course she felt threatened by the potential bad press that might bring and decided to nip that in the bud before it became “a thing”. Raya rolled her eyes, Lady Markis’ behavior reminded her of a situation that she would much rather forget, it reminded her of what her mother had told her some months before her death, about the horrible things the Renolds family had done to ensure that her mother's mouth was kept shut after her father was involved in an accident which was caused by their company, an accident which had claimed his life and deprived her the opportunity of ev

The note

Jenny paced the parking lot of her apartment as she waited for the super model, Zara Sparks, to reply to her direct message. She wondered if she might have made a mistake by putting her eggs in one basket by presuming that Zara would jump at the idea to destroy Arlo's opportunity of getting married, by seeing Zara as being vindictive as the blogs and magazines had painted her to be…there was the fear that she had wasted her time by banking fully on Zara's help but yet again Jenny had this really strong instinctive feeling that the supermodel will come through.Jenny had been there when it all happened, not there-there since she was not yet Arlo's personal assistant at the time. At the time, Jenny was still a new employee working in one of the tiny cubicles on the ground floor of the company's skyscraper. At the time, Jenny was one of the unimportant people, the easily replaceable intern who did irrelevant things like fetch coffee and doughnuts for their senior bosses or scour social

Dreams and desires

Jenny fidgetted as she thought about what to say next to Zara. She was not sure if she should just send the location and move on. She did not know if that could be considered polite and also because it was the Zara Smith Jenny felt a compulsion to say something else, she unintentionally switched into her assistant self where she experiences this insane urge to make sure everybody is comfortable and has a great time. Jenny had to remind herself that that was not the purpose of the day, the purpose of the day was to remind Arlo that getting married to or proposing marriage to Vivienne will do him no good. She imagined her boss all lonely and heartbroken after Ms. Vivi leaves him, after the whole showdown is over, after Zara would have been escorted by security out of the building… After all that has happened and it was just her and her lonely broken hearted Boss and obsession, Arlo, around she will be there for him like she usually is. She will take care of him a

Now,we are EVEN.

When Zara walked into the hall the air seemed to leave. There were gasps, low mumbling and then cameras pointed in her direction. The reporters were especially excited to see her there. They knew that her presence would grab the public's attention, basically it was pay-day for most of them so they clicked away on their cameras and the camera flashed. light flashes, shutter sounds, everything eroded the air. The once quiet hall was slowly turning into a raucous center for chaos. Jenny took a glass of red wine from a tray, she slipped it with a smile on her face. She watched the beautiful chaos that she had created enlarged into something bigger, into something that even she could not control anymore. Zara shut an angry glare at the fiancee to be Vivienne, while Vivi stared at Arlo questioning with a glare on her face. Jenny waited for everything to explode, for everything to scatter and it did… with just one sentence from Zara Sparks. “Are you going to t

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