Semua Bab BEG FOR ME, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 1 - Bab 10

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 hair

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 fear

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

Emma's POVThe next day passed under strange, suffocating quiet. Emma had never known their house to be this silent. It was like a pending doom hung over everyone's head and everyone seemed to be expecting the worse. She tried to forget about it all by drowning herself in small house chores. By evening, she had already made peace with the painful truth. She had to collaborate and make this marriage happen. So when the now familiar black limousine came to pick them up, she was all ready, dressed beautifully in a soft cream dress, her hair pulled back neatly at the nape of her neck. When the chauffeur finally dropped them at the Golden Hawk Private Resort, it was already dark.After a brief welcome and introduction, everyone sat down at a long dinner table.Around the table sat several elegantly dressed guests, all part of Montero's family. Far away from the center of the room, servants stood close to the wall with white towels in hand. Under a glittering gold chandelier, silverware

...She stood. "I won't sign it."Her mother gasped. "Emma!"Her father's palms went to his face.Clara leaned back, looking amused. "Oh, this is getting interesting.""Emma, please..." Her father begged."Please?" Emma said, "You are asking me to ruin my life and please you?""We're asking you to make a compromise for the family," Mr. Galavan pleaded."No, you're asking me to be his slave."Mr. Rowland's eyes glinted. He didn't intervene. He just watched, let her fury play out. Then at long last the corner of his lips twitched, "So passionate. Impressive even....yet so futile."Emma threw him an angry look. "I'm curious. Why does he want to marry me anyway?" She turned to her father. "It's clear there is no love between us."Mr. Galavan looked on without saying a word at first."Have you thought about that? What's his angle?"Mr. Galavan rose to his feet and held Emma's hand."It's the norm among people of high society, Emma." He said with an air of sophistication of someone who under