A Game With The Billionaire
I stand up from my chair and walk downstairs, only to see Charlotte Hilton standing in the center of the living room, with a box in her hand.
“Oh goodness, Emma. Hello.” She smiles so wide, revealing her perfectly white teeth. Her father is Mr. Hilton, the man who won’t invest in my games until I am settled down. She's part of the Hilton triplets, Charlotte, Clara and Chloe. Charlotte is the epitome of beauty, with her long caramel blonde hair and striking gray-blue eyes.
I don’t particularly have fond memories of her. In Chicago, years ago, she had her arm draped over Jeremy while he presented to the whole world the game he had built alone but Charlotte is a sweet person, which makes it inc
Bab Populer