All Chapters of BEG FOR ME, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

All eyes were fixed on the phone.One phone call would decide Emma's future. Whether her future would remain in her hands or be handed over to someone with deep pockets and unmatched power.Emma didn't, even for one second, look away from the phone. If it rang, she would be free. If it didn't, she would soon belong to someone she has never even met before."It's taking too long," a bespectacled girl broke the silence in the room, her eyes restless behind round glasses as she checked her wristwatch."How many minutes left?" another female voice came from across the room."Actually, only fifteen," the girl replied, adjusting her glasses with a single finger."Fifteen? I thought we still had more time," said the girl across the room, who was still only a teenager.The bespectacled girl pushed the glasses higher up her nose ridge. Her eyes shifted from the teenager to another girl in the room. "Emma, are you sure you sent your best pieces?" "Of course." Emma said, tucking a strand of hai

Back in her room, Emma slammed the door and ran to her bed. She fell face-first onto the mattress and sobbed with her face buried into the pillow so that her younger sister and little niece in the next room wouldn't hear her crying. She had slipped past their doors earlier, too ashamed to face them. Misty adored her and Jovana idolized her. Emma had always tried to set an example, to make them believe dreams could come true and that they wouldn't be forced into marriage. But she had indeed tried in vain. Her future had been sold to the highest bidder.She had no money and no one else to turn to. Her father had spent her future away and she was to be married off to save the family.That was not the plan. Emma wanted to build a passionate, extraordinary life. She had pictured a small studio first. Then maybe her paintings in the national gallery. And then God-willingly winning awards and her designs getting worn by top fashion icons. But it was all gone now.Then came the thing she fea

The mirrored door swung open, ushering Emma and her father back into the spacious lobby that led to the main door. Emma was angry about the fact that they had to follow him in order to talk. 'He's the one who invited us here. What a way to treat your guests!' She thought. It was already 10 a.m and the glorious sunlight filtered into the room through the glass walls of the building. The enormous 'L&V Group' emblem etched into the floor shimmered in the light. Rowland Montero was standing ontop of it, talking to a couple of nicely dressed men with tags labelled 'Official' hanging from their necks. His personal assistants stood a safe distance behind him, and all around them men in black suits and dark sunglasses stood in a wide square, heads turning in all directions. Far off, along the glass walls, consulting clients sat in a line toward a counter, but all their eyes stared at the attraction in the center of the room.As Emma and her father approached Mr. Rowland, the sharp innocent