Naomi's POV  To say life is fair would be an overstatement because all my days on earth, life has always cheated me and right now was an example of that in the form of the news I just received. Last week, my dad was informed that his dwindling business had gone bankrupt. How he had scampered off in a bid to find a solution to the problem. So here we were, all seated in his office at home with my mouth hanging open at the magnitude of the information he has just dumped on me as my birthday gift. I have been betrothed to one of the biggest billionaire's sons. The news sent me back to the past and the painful reminder of

Steven's POV"Why are you back so early?" Marenda asked immediately I walked into the penthouse; her arms were crossed on her chest, pushing her D cupped sized breasts up.She had come back after I agreed to meet up with Naomi and was even the one who picked out my choice of outfit for the meetup, delaying me by a few minutes for some intense makeout session."The dinner date didn't go well," I replied."What happened?" The harshness of my reply didn't bother her."See, Marenda. I can't do it, I can't marry someone I don't love." I tugged on the root of my hairs in frustration. "You are the one I want, why can't you see that?""I love you too, why can't you also see that?" She questioned with her hands flailing by her side. "And if you can't do this little thing for our future, then forget about me."Th

Naomi's POV I was standing in front of the wardrobe, clothes pooled at my feet in a mess of different colours. For an hour I had been searching for the right outfit to wear for the interview, something that would impress both my husband and the interviewers; a dress that fit my new position as the wife of a billionaire heir.At the same time, I wanted Steven to look at me as more than a pauper, more than a charity case he was helping his father out with, for the disdain in his eyes to shift even if it was momentarily, to a pleasant emotion.The makeup artist was already on her way yet I was as undecided as I first was when I opened this massive wardrobe. The problem with having too many outfits was making a choice; gowns of different colours stared back at me, skirts, shirts, blazers, trousers and jackets from well-known de

Steven's POVI inserted the card into the keylock of our hotel room in Florida, loving how Marenda's face lighted up as it landed on the sight before her. Our flight landed a few minutes ago and the big grin on her face was a sign that I did the right thing by ditching that interview to be with her."Wow!" Her jaw dropped and a hand quickly went over to cover it. "It's so big."It was a deluxe hotel room, very spacious with access to the best view in the city; I had spared no expense in booking the best for my baby."Come see the view babe," Marenda said to me, forehead pressed to the one-way floor to wall glass that covered half of the room.Wrapping her waist from behind, I sniffed her hair, it smelt nice, just like coconut and vanilla, my new favourite scent. We stayed that way, just watching unsuspecting passersby.I leaned in kissin

Naomi POVI stood in the room, till shocked by what I heard Steven say. He hasn't been around for a week and he comes back to boss me?!I huffed placing my hands on my waist still wondering what was going on. As much as I wanted to obey and leave quietly, I wanted to see the worse he could do. I'm not usually daring or bold enough to confront anyone but I won't let him push me out of a room I'm used to.Steven came out of the bathroom, he looked up to see I was still in the room, placing his hands on waist, he took a deep breath."I see you are still here," Steven raised his brows in a questioning manner.He was dessed in a grey sweatpant and gray polo shirt which a towel around his neck, his hair was messy and wet too. I couldn't help but state at him, involuntarily swallowing the lump in my throat.The sound of a clap brought me out of m