They Chose Her, The Tycoon Chose Me 소설 & 이야기

Yesterday, I was the homeless girl with nothing; today am on a billionaire's pay list. In few minutes, I perfected my makeup and we went to the airport. It was quite difficult crossing all the protocols but Damian's name paved the way for us. "Uhm..... Congratulations" Fred managed to say. We have already boarded our flight and have booked a first class seat in the plane. Fred have been in shock since morning, instead of being a good friend like yesterday night he now treated me like am his boss. "For what?" I laughed "My boss did all this for you? Am surprised"

He replied, growing irritated. She sighed beside him as they walked down the hallway with bodyguards behind them. “I don’t want a child. I want your child.” He made no reply to that. He had no interest in having children. People whispered as they walked past them, but Graeme was used to it. Being a filthy rich tycoon, gossip came with the territory. It didn’t disturbing him in the slightest. Let them talk.

It wasn't what she expected. She didn't want the best, but she had expected better. She never wanted this, the union, the family and especially him. She had admired him from afar but never dreamt of it being this close. Now she's living the dream, or better still, the nightmare.

The mysterious groom never showed his face during the proceedings. Everyone whispered he must be old and ugly, some reclusive eccentric with money but no looks. The perfect person to dump the adopted daughter on when their biological princess Sienna got cold feet. Fortunately, he never contacted me after the wedding. Strange arrangement? Yes. But I welcomed the freedom. I built a new life, far from the Bailey family drama, never expecting he'd suddenly demand to meet just as our contract was nearing its end. I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign.

Let the moment wash over me like warm water. This was it. This was everything I'd worked for, dreamed of, convinced myself I deserved. Aiden Cross, tech mogul, philanthropist, the man whose face graced Forbes covers and charity galas. And he'd chosen me. Plain Elara Sinclair from a two bedroom apartment in Queens, whose biggest accomplishment before meeting him was managing a non profit that barely kept its lights on. The crowd shifted. I felt him before I saw him. Aiden cut through the room like a knife through butter, his Tom Ford tux fitting him the way only custom tailoring could. Dark hair swept back. Jaw sharp enough to draw blood. When his eyes found mine, something in my chest unlock

Callum's head spun from the kick. He scrambled back to Sienna's feet and bowed over and over again. To him, a little humiliation meant nothing as long as there was still money to be gained. However, he did not understand Sienna at all. The more pathetic he looked, the more disgusted she became. After all, the reason Sienna had fallen for me in the beginning was that I had never bowed to money. No matter how much she offered me, I refused. Every gift I had ever given her was bought with money I had earned myself.

"And then four minutes later he reminded me exactly what I am." "Elara—" "A contract." She said it cleanly. "A greedy one apparently. Who is carrying a baby he spent weeks refusing to claim and is only keeping around because the story is plausible and nobody will doubt him." She pulled her cardigan tighter around herself. "That's what I am to him. That's what I'll always be." A pause. "Second choice. Convenient. And apparently also greedy." Jonas put his hand over hers on the table. She looked at it.

Ten years ago, I had nothing. Back then, even filling my own stomach was a daily struggle. Yet Megan—our university's campus beauty, pursued by countless rich trust-fund heirs—had chosen to be with me without hesitation. When I tried to back away, she held me tightly and told me she believed I would achieve great things someday. She was willing to walk beside me from nothing all the way to the top. I promised her that the day I finally succeeded, I would set off fireworks across the entire city for her from the rooftop of the most luxurious restaurant in Alyes City.

She shot him a heated, inviting look. Tycoon Chayon smirked. He set his beer can down on the kitchen counter and walked over to unwrap his grand prize himself. "You've been coming to see me quite often lately. Aren't you fucking Wee anymore?" he asked, while her hands shamelessly trailed up his muscular arms.

Alex I settled into my chair, looking out the window of my penthouse suite. The view was stunning, there were no other words to describe the sight of the surf crashing against the white sands of the beach below, but my mind was elsewhere. It had been weeks since I'd arrived, and while I made quite a few deals and we had increased profits from our retail lines the past month, I had noticed a trend every time we tried to bid for a deal. I was well aware that as the CEO, I was in the spotlight because I would be the first indicator of how my company will relate with others, and I thought I had at least been doing well on that count. Most of my investors didn't seem to take me seriously, or see