All Chapters of Mr Billionaire wants a bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You better have summoned me for a good reason,” Violetta said, the impatience obvious in her tone, as she stepped into Julian’s house.Julian stood near one of the windows overlooking the city with his sleeves rolled up and a half-finished drink resting in his hand.“What better reason than our mutual friend?” he replied, as he looked right at her.Violetta closed the door as she continued to stare at him as well. There was an unnaturally uneasy air about him and she wondered what was wrong. She had known him for years now and unlike most people that only saw Julian smile, she knew exactly when he was angry.And it was obvious he was fuming right now, but so was she.“If you dragged me out here for small talk or anything like that, I swear…”“I wouldn’t waste your time,” Julian cut in.She scoffed at this. “Oh, but you already have before.” She said flatly, “The information you provided me earlier was totally wrong,”Julian didn’t respond immediately. He took a measured sip of his dr

SERAPHINAIt was a miracle that I was able to walk into the office with the craziness that was going on right outside.Tristan had been right in telling me to stay back.The moment I stepped into the office I felt it instantly. That feeling when a fog just descends upon a land, except this time, it was a fog of silence.The office that was usually alive with the hum of keyboards and quiet chatter turned into a vacuum of silence.They are staring at me like I committed a fucking crime, I think I held my chin up, steadied my breath and I began to make my way to my office.“She actually came.” Someone whispered loud enough for me to hear.“Is she serious?” another person responded.“She’s bold, I’ll give her that.”“Or very foolish.”I kept walking, trying my best not to pay any attention to what they were saying. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, but it had to be done. I had worked too hard to let this destroy me.Requiem was weeks from launch. Weeks. We were in the fi

The television screen was on when Julian realized his entire plan had just gone up in smoke. He had been halfway through a glass of whiskey when the breaking news banner flashed across the bottom of the screen. At first, he had barely paid attention. The media had been chewing on the scandal all morning. It was expected after all, everything was going exactly to plan. What he had not expected was Tristan himself sitting in a studio chair, calm as ever, claiming Seraphina on national tv as his wife.Julian stood slowly.“This motherfucker.” He said out loud in anger.Julian’s jaw tightened as he listened to Tristan speak and the way Tristan smiled when he talked about Seraphina with admiration clear in his eyes. It made Julian sick to his stomach.This was clearly how he had not envisioned the day going at all. Julian set his glass down carefully before he hurled it across the room.He watched Tristan talk about the project they were both working on and by the time the interview was do

SERAPHINA“Dad?” I asked, still in shock.Maybe I was seeing things and he wasn’t actually here. I had to be hallucinating, because there was no way in hell that he would be standing in front of me on the sidewalk outside the hospital.“Yes, it’s me.” He replied,It actually was him. He looked older and far thinner than the man who had walked out of our lives, but it was unmistakably him.“What are you doing here?” I finally managed, after a couple of seconds of just staring at him.“Seraphina,” he said again, like he was testing how my name felt in his mouth after all these years. “I just got into town.”I let out a laugh at this point. “Congratulations.”He glanced around awkwardly. “Is there somewhere we can talk?”My entire body went rigid.“Talk?” I repeated. “You want to talk? Now?”“Yes. It’s been a long time.”That was it. The line that finally snapped the camels back.“I have nothing to say to you,” I shot back immediately. “You cant just show up out of nowhere after you aban

SERAPHINA“Now you listen to me,” I said immediately I entered the café and dropped the black duffel bag onto the small round table between us.The sound it made when it landed was much lounder than I intended it to be, but right now I didn’t quite care about it. I saw people turn for a second or two before going back to their coffees or whatever it was they were doing before I entered.“That,” I continued, forcing each word out through clenched teeth, “is the money you asked for. Every cent of it, and after today, I never want to see you again or so much as catch a whiff of you. You could end up floating in a lagoon somewhere for all I care because you are a despicable excuse for a father.”He didn’t flinch even once, as I rained the curses down on him. He just leaned back in his chair like we were discussing the weather.Ever since mother died, it was like I was looking at a totally different person from the man I grew up actually loving. It was very hard to believe that the man who