Novel & Cerita Love At First Night: The Billionaire’s First Love

A hallway. And then—nothing. “I don’t believe you,” I whispered. My fingers trembled against the sheet. He moved closer, his cologne—sharp, expensive—wrapping around me like poison. “Listen carefully.” His voice was soft. Too soft. Worse than shouting. “This was a one-night thing. That’s all it will ever be. And I’m sure you know who I am.” My stomach twisted. His arrogance filled the room, suffocating. “I don’t even know your name,” I whispered.

Vivienne was the first to talk. For the first time that night, she looked directly at me. “You got pregnant?” she shrieked in annoyance. My lips parted. I should say something to defend myself. That night was a mistake. I had no idea who he was. That night I had gone into the bar looking for anyone. I would have slept with anyone, and it didn’t matter because I was… “You got pregnant before marriage?” Vivienne asked. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and her face was so red it looked like she was about to burst into pieces.

were the words and actions that made me clear my mother's hospital bills and other expenses at home before leaving them with an excuse – ‘I'm going to work for the money I got’. I got to the altar and my saliva dried up on its own on seeing the billionaire,throat sore god's had to wait for this very moment. He was looking so perfect in the expertly tailored suit on him and the pomade hairstyle allowed his cuteness to scream out itself. “You may now unveil your bride” the priest's words came, interrupting my thoughts and immediately, the billionaire raised my veil, allowing me to have a clearer view of his perfect looks. Our gazes locked for a while and I felt my heart skip a thousand beats a

I said, finally giving in. "I can't believe it, why would a billionaire go for a college student like me?" "Let's see," she said, trying to look like she is thinking. "You're hot, young, sexy, smart. Do you want me to continue that conversation?" she added. “Good, now let's get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow,”she said. “Yes, good night and I'm glad you came along,” I said, smiling at her. “I'm glad I did too,” she said, smiling back at me. “Good night, now shut those eyes.” she added.

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He asked like he was daring me to say I didn't. But how was I supposed to understand all that when he was speaking so fast? He's looking for reasons to not like me, that much is obvious. How do I explain to my parents that I came here single and now I'm suddenly married to a freaking billionaire? “If you would please speak slowly, then it would be appreciated,” I say, faking a smile. And it was clear he heard the sass in my voice because his lips formed a frown as he stared at me, clearly not appreciating the tone.

Mom says bitterly. "How big is this issue?" Isabella asks suddenly. Everette glances up at her and can feel her eyes boring into hers. How big is the issue? Her question replayed in her mind. So big! So big that she has to be jilted at her wedding. Is Jim himself a virgin? Why did he treat her this way? Because she's no longer a virgin? Did he stick to her because she was a virgin? Is it the virginity he loves her for and wants from her. If not, then why did he run away when he learnt she lost it. Hasn't he done worse than that?

She got on the other side of the bed beside the old lady, “So let us talk about something really beautiful ma’am" “What do you want to know dear Ashley” “About the love of your life Mrs Denver” Her shrivelled lips curled up in a smile, “Ours was a bittersweet love story" Ashley leaned forward her interest piqued. “You know I hated his guts the first time I saw him...”, she said in a sharp voice. Ashley chuckled, “Really?”

I wasn’t the kind of girl who went to parties, who drank too much, who ended up in a billionaire’s penthouse without remembering how she got there. I stole one last look at him before I left. He looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths, completely unaware that my entire world had tilted off its axis. I turned away. Maybe it was better this way. Better if he never knew. Better if I forgot this ever happened and went back to my real life, my quiet life. After all, what was one night to someone like him? I slipped out of the room and closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing louder than it should have.