Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Billionaire Dad's Rival's Son.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The cool atmosphere fractured, replaced by a wave of uneasy concern. Each individual exchanging looks with one another. The room went quiet. I could hear their eyes roving round the room. Everyone watched silently as the drama unfolded. "Who was this man? and why was he so aggressive to his wife?." Lots of questions flooded the large hall. The looks I received made my legs shake. I snapped back to reality, did he just say "marry me?" Brian's eyes widened. His cheek red. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth where the punches landed. He gritted his teeth ready to retaliate. I looked around hoping someone would step in. I saw the security personnel stand at a distance. I walked towards one of them, "Please!, stop them." The bulky man hesitated. Rex turned and signalled to him, snapping his fingers. The personnel rushed over and dragged Brian by the collar. Rex signalled for him to stop. He took a few steps back. I heard a camera shuttle. Brian hesitated, seemingly wit

Damon's POV I was still dripping from the shower when her text came in. I'd been expecting it. I knew who she was long before she knew me. I knew her name. I'd seen the bruises she hid under all the make up. She needed me. The party wasn't our beginning. It was just the first time she'd known I existed. The first time I stood close enough to her for her to feel it. When I saw her at the party, I knew I had only one chance. I waited quietly for two years for her— for the moment she'd run out of options. "Hi Aurora" I texted, and added a smirk emoji. I teased her. A smile escaped my lips. There was something about her, calculating, restrained, familiar, in a way that unsettled me. My navy blue robe clung to me tightly the way I imagined she would. When she told me she was married, I knew exactly what stood between us. Her father's contract. Mr Borealis was my father's nemesis. A name so forbidden in our household. He was the man that stood dangerously in my father's way.

I froze. The words echoed in my ears.If it weren't for my fear of returning to Brian, I wouldn't run.I turned slowly to look at the audience. I held my shaky breath.Damon squeezed my hand, a subtle yet kind reminder that he was still there.We waited for the person to come forward. For a minute the gathering was silent.The priest repeated the question. I hated him for that—father forgive me.Still, no response.Suddenly, a woman slowly got up. All eyes were on her."I, I'm sorry. My son. He's just a child. He didn't mean to interrupt. We're so sorry aren't we?" she motioned to the small child who nodded in response.Damon nodded.I smiled faintly.He was lucky I loved children.The next parts flowed perfectly until it was time for our vows."May the couple please share their vows"I gulped. A sweat trickled down my forehead.Damon brought out a piece of paper."What?. You've got to be kidding"I didn't dare say it out loud.I turned to face Liliana, she smiled.I raised my eyebrow

The smile on her face was chilling. I slowly looked over to Liliana. She appeared confused."Why's everyone silent?" She questioned.I gulped."Hello Lara, you've met Aurora. That's her sister Liliana." Damon said."Yes! I think I know them, aren't they the corrupt man's daughters?""Excuse you?!" Liliana snapped.Lara's lips curved into a smile. "Oh." She looked over at Damon and walked closer to him."I must've been mistaken." She paused."Aren't you the woman that got slapped at the party?"Liliana dropped the spoon abruptly.I stole a glance at Damon. His jaw tightened."I mean, the humiliation didn't really faze you. You stood in between two grown men and later abandoned your fiance last minute. For what? Just a few hits?"She shrugged.My pulse quickened. Every ounce of me screamed to hurt her.If not for the fact that Damon was there, I would've thrown a punch at her overly powdered face."That's enough Lara!" Damon slammed his fist on the table.The table rattled beneath his

DamonShe was fast asleep. I wasn't.The room hummed softly with the low whir of the air conditioner and the faint glow of the city beyond the curtains. Her breathing was steady, unaware, unguarded. I sat at my desk, the screen of my computer reflecting off my glasses as lines of data scrolled past.Every time her phone buzzed, I got alerted. Unknown to her, our devices were connected. It wasn't difficult. Nothing ever was, when I decided it had to be done. I told myself it was temporary—just until I was sure she was safe. That was the word I used. Safe. It sounded better than watched. Better than owned.Yesterday, before I stepped into the room, I noticed a white envelope on the floor just outside our door.It didn’t belong there.The paper was thick, expensive. The kind that resisted the fingers slightly when you touched it. Her name was written neatly across the front, deliberate strokes, confident. Too confident for a mistake.I slowly hid it in my suit pocket before I entered t