UNDESERVED ROMANCE WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"That's none of my business. Since you want to act like a grown woman, then you will figure it out.“How could a night I barely remembered steal a future I had spent eighteen years of my life carefully building?” I questioned myself as I saw my world shattering right in front of me like broken pieces of expensive jewels."Oma, are you in there?" I heard my father’s voice, hammered against the bathroom door. I hid the test result in the bottom of the trash, covering it with tissues, but my face gave me away the moment I opened the door and my father, a man I feared most, didn't need any form of confession. He instantly saw the ghost in my eyes."Oma, you've been sick every morning for weeks now, are you alright?" he asked. I looked at him while fidgeting with my fingers, not knowing what to say. "Tell me my observation is wrong, go ahead, and tell me" my father roared.The silence that followed was deadlier than any shouting. He dropped his newspaper, took off his reading glasses, an

"Oma," Tasha started, her voice shaking, reaching a hand out toward me. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked.I ignored her question, and instead I looked down at her hand—the hand that had painted my nails before prom, the hand that had offered me shelter and promised me friendship and protection, and I saw nothing but a poisonous snake. I didn't yell, neither did I cry. The only thing I knew was that something inside me, the soft part of me that still believed in friendship, just died."You won a pool Tasha?" I asked, my voice sounding completely unacquainted, flat and dead. “Five hundred dollars? That's what my life is worth to you, that is how cheap you rated me? Thank you for ruining my life, and my entire future, just for Five Hundred dollars." "It was just a joke, Oma! We were drunk, and believe me, it wasn't supposed to go this far!" Tasha's defense was dumb and pitiful. Franklin on the other hand, wandered behind her, looking down at the floor."You fed me dri

I struggled to turn again as I heard the words “I owe you”, the sharp pain in my stomach worsened and the last thing I saw before the darkness completely swallowed me was Richard Jones’s composed billionaire mask shattering into a look of pure unadulterated terror. He was lunging across the table for me while his glass of expensive wine shattered on the floor, completely forgotten.When I came around, the wall was white and smelled of antiseptic. The steady beep... beep... beep of a heart monitor was the only sound in the room. I tried to sit up but a hand firmly but gently pressed against my shoulder to put me down on the hospital bed."Hey! take it easy," Richard said. He was sitting in a plastic chair by the bed, his tie loosened, his hair disheveled, and he looked more human than I had seen him. "The doctors said you're suffering from extreme exhaustion and dehydration." He explained."I need to go back to work, I rasped with a rising panic. If I miss a shift, I lose the job and i

While Richard and I were trying to build our own world within the penthouse, we were not aware the world outside was beginning to burn.Nora Hayes sat in the back of her father’s limousine, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her leather clutch, looking very beautiful in a sharp, cold way, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun and her eyes the color of ice water."He’s avoiding me, Daddy," Nora complained, her voice trembling with bottled-up rage. "Richard hasn't returned my calls in three days, and Ned is being even more cryptic than usual."Mr. Hayes, a man who believed every problem could be solved with a check book or a threat, sighed. "He’s probably just stressed about the merger, Nora. There is nothing to be upset about, the Jones boy is a workaholic and you know it.""No Daddy," Nora snapped. “That’s not the issue; I think it’s something else. He looks... different, lighter. I spotted him leaving the office early and the Richard Jones that I know never leaves earl

“The girls in the laundry room have been whispering about your little visit the other time, Mrs Higgins said suddenly.My heart skipped a bit. “I hope I was not too harsh on them. I just felt that if I’m going to live here, I can't have them treat me like a ghost that shouldn't be seen.”“Harsh? Miss Oma, they were terrified. And they should be, because this house has been run like a museum for a decade; cold, quiet, and perfectly preserved. But a house shouldn't be a museum; it should be a home with all its characteristics. And now with you in it, I am looking forward to it”“I am flattered Mrs Higgins” I said blushing.“You shouldn’t be” she said.The afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting long, amber shadows across the polished marble of the grand hallway. I found myself in the conservatory, a glass -walled sanctuary filled with exotic ferns and the heavy scent of blooming orchids. I was staring out at the beautiful rolling green lawn, my hand resting absently on my stomach, w