All Chapters of Rejected Once, Desired By The Billionaire Brothers.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“What?”“Sign the damn papers, Valentina,” he said coldly, his lips curled into a mocking smile.“When will you learn?” he began. “A simple sorry, and you were ready to change your mind. That’s why I liked you in the first place. You are so cheap and easy to manipulate.”For a second, I didn’t understand the word. It just floated there between us.Cheap. Easy.I was fuming internally.I gripped the walker until my stitches pulled and a sharp pain tore through my side.The nurse gasped softly, steadying me, but I barely felt her. My ears rang. My heartbeat pounded so hard I thought I might collapse right there at his feet.Cheap?A broken laugh escaped me—thin, disbelieving, almost hysterical.I sighed deeply, straightening my back.He had made his choice from the very beginning—he never wanted me. It was time for me to make mine.“Fine,” I began, snatching the paper from his hand, “but before I proceed, are you sure you’ve thought this through?”He laughed.“My lawyers will get in tou

VALENTINA“What?” I blurted and flinched. “White what?”My eyes widened in surprise, fear gripped me for a moment. Then I cleared my throat and straightened my spine.“I know who you are, you don’t need to feign ignorance,” he began. “Six years ago, a mysterious hacker by the name White Phoenix infiltrated one of the most protected software systems, claimed it was just for fun and disappeared without trace,” he said.I laughed. “And how does that affect me in any way?”“You know,” he began, “people speculated that white phoenix was fished out and silenced, but I think they're doing just fine.”“And you think I’m that woman?” I said.“I never mentioned anything about their gender,” he said, smiling coyly, “but of course you know because it’s you.”I chuckled nervously. “You’ve got the wrong person.”“Then prove this.” He pulled out a file and handed it to me, my eyes scanning the paper instantaneously before handing it back to him.Fuck! I blinked.“Let’s say I am who you think I am, t

“Twin?” I blinked. My fingers trembled and ended the call unintentionally. The man in front of me was a carbon copy of Federick in terms of facial comparison. Brown hair, blue eyes, bulky arms and legs, tattooed chest. The only difference was his slightly larger build, but if you didn’t look closely, you would never tell the difference. The little time I had spent with Federick, I could tell he was principled, emotionally closed off—not that I cared, and way too serious. This dude right here looked like the complete opposite, he carried a chaotic air, totally blunt tone and somehow managed to be intimidating. His hands flew to his face, a finger tapping gently on his lips, taking slow, deliberate steps towards me. He stopped right in front of me, invading my space. His gaze was intense, his presence felt bigger, like he’d literally sucked all the oxygen around us. “I have seen you before,” he eyed me. I swallowed, clutching the file against my chest. Then I tilted my he