Paid To Care, Destined To Conquer Novels & Stories

Fated But Not Destined Chapter 5 *************Final Decision************* Chloe’s POV “Mom!!!!, at least have some respect for him!!, you can’t dissemble our union in his presence.” I fired at her. “I am dissembling the union in his presence to sound as a warning to him because I don’t want to ever see him close to you or else it would be war between the werewolves and Lycans. “I looked at my mate with tears on my face and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking because his face was emotionless.

He smiled a very gorgeous smile, but I won’t succumb to it, I know he is a bitch, that too of a very high level and I won’t fall for the bitch-y scheme. Someone said it correct that devil comes in everything you dreamed of, they are as hot as hell and deceptive as well. “Look, Miss Carter, I have a problem which I need to be solved and you owe me money and this decision can change your destiny and all you have to do is to become my fake girlfriend. I promise I won’t touch you unless you’d want me too which I believe you would sooner than later.” This man thinks too highly of himself. ‘You think he shouldn’t?’ my barely available subconscious mind spoke and I too ignored it.

I teased, turning fully in his arms and looping my hands around his neck, my diamond ring brushing against the collar of his white silk shirt. "Only for you, my queen," he replied, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a raw, undeniable promise. "The world thinks a monopoly is about money, Sloane. They’re wrong. It’s about control. And right now, we control the board." As the jet leveled off into its cruise matrix, the cabin lights dimmed automatically, enveloping us in an intimate, shadowed luxury. The ruined empire was behind us, buried under the fog of a world we had outgrown. We had crossed every line, broken every rule, and burned down a dynasty just to build a grander one on its ash

One of the bodyguards slapped me again. My cheeks turned red and swollen. “Brandon, let’s just… forget about it. After all, I was the one who cut her wedding dress…” Poppy pretended to be understanding as she sounded pitiful. “I’ve said before that anyone who dares to harm you will have to pay a thousand times more, even if that person is my fiancee.” Brandon sounded extremely cold. “Continue!” The bodyguards kept slapping me. My cheeks were burning in pain. Brandon just silently watched.

All I could think of was my conversation --- scratch that--- was my argument with Gavin. I knew very well that what I was asking for was outlandish considering the fact that he did spend a lot of money to get it back from Jaxon, but.... But his words that were like a veiled threat was what worried me. ‘As long as you behave,’ those words gnawed at me. What did that even mean? I had to keep being what he wanted then I’ll get what I want. I don’t even know how long I might be able to keep up with Gavin and when I might end up ‘not behaving’ like he wants. Where we even going to do this lovers things forever or till Gavin was over his obsession and got bored. Then what happens to me then? To

Now, the world was ours to conquer. Together.

Alex tried to steal a look but none of the drooping hooded heads moved from its fixed position. “In few months’ time, a new heir shall arise. One whose powers shall be greater than every known ruler. He shall conquer more territories, including the last of its kind—the Grey Moon Pack. My powers shall transcend to every corner of the world. In the nearest future, werewolves shall overtake every ground, every corner and every state. Humans shall be completely wiped out and my seed alone shall continue to expand…”

He beat her until she miscarried, then sent her to work at a nightclub. I was somewhat surprised but felt no sympathy. After all, when Kayla wanted to send me to those thugs, she hadn't shown any mercy either. At this point, Vincent's tone became eager as he came to seek credit. "Lyddie, I got revenge on all those people who disrespected you back then. I bankrupted their families. Tell me, how else would you like me to deal with them?" Although I couldn't see him, I could vaguely imagine him looking like a tail-wagging puppy. I sighed and praised him, and he went off happily to make soup for me.