BECAUSE ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE, PLEASE IGNORE ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING ERRORS. THANKS!
I was exhausted from the day's work and needed to rest. When I got a call from a friend, he said, "Let's meet at the club, I have a gorgeous gift for you." and then hung up. I smirked because I knew what the gift would be, and headed straight to the club.
After getting a call from a friend, or should I say best friend, about a gift, I couldn't wait and went to the club because I was too tired and needed some flavour in my life.
Roman was my childhood friend, so he was the first or last person in my life who knew me well. He, like me, was the owner of a large corporation. He was like a brother to me, except when he turned annoying and I wanted to slap him really hard, but I didn't.
I walked into the club and found Roman sitting with a group of girls. I hadn't even arrived when a slew of girls, or should I say cheap sluts, began to throw themselves at me. It's obvious because of my appearance.
"So where's my gift, buddy?" I asked, standing in front of Roman with slight amusement in my eyes. He smirked and waved his finger at a young lady.
When I saw a girl in her mid-twenties in the direction of his finger, she was wearing a black tight-fitting dress that showed her cleavage and almost her rounded breast.
I could tell she was inebriated just by looking at her. I approached her, and as she looked at me, I saw lust in her eyes; she, like other girls, wanted to sleep with me, kiss me, feel me inside her, and so on.
But I couldn't deny the fact that she was a stunning woman. She selected a glass of bourbon and approached me, biting her lower lip, perhaps to appear seductive. I was also prepared to show her the real me.
We were laughing when we arrived at the club because Vic told me a funny joke; that was really hilarious.
We entered the club with smiles on our faces, but this smile didn't last long; I was taken aback when I saw Ciala sitting on the lap of some guy; flirting and kissing him. But saying that the guy wasn't handsome would be wrong.
At first, I just stood there disgustedly watching her; I couldn't believe that I was disgusted by having her as my sister, but couldn't deny that she was my sister. I took quick steps in her direction and grabbed her arm, which was in that guy's shirt. I was staring at her, wondering how she could be so careless.
Ciala shook her hand, but I didn't let it go; instead, she shot me a death glare and said, "Leave my hand, you... murderer."
I felt like I'd been stabbed 20 times and was out of breath, but I knew she was drunk, so I let it go by saying, "Caila, you're not in your right mind, just go home."
Ciala shook her hand again, and this time I let it go. She was laughing but suddenly burst out crying.
I was perplexed by her reaction, "Really, I'm the one who's out of her mind? It was you because your father and mother committed suicide while protecting you. You have to die, not them, you fucking murderer, you killed them, ah... you killed them."
"Caila, that was an accident, I didn't do anything and I didn't even know what was happening, please just stop blaming me," she was sobbing, which caused tears to well up in my eyes.
Caila gave me a dirty look and whispered in my ear, "murderer," before leaving. I was frozen, wondering how someone could be so heartless, no, not someone, but my sister, how could she be so rude and cold?
When I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone glare at me, and when I turned around, there was that handsome guy, wait... What am I saying?
So what if he's attractive? I still despise him because he's a playboy who looks at any girl with lust and wants to play with her as if she's not human but a toy.
"Jen, I think we should also leave," I snapped out of my reverie as Vic said those words. I nodded, and we were about to leave when...
When that girl came in front of me and shook another girl from my lap by intercepting my kiss, I was at my wit's end, but when I saw her face, I was speechless; she's the beauty, no, she's the real beauty. A real one!
I had never seen such a beautiful girl in my whole life, her blonde silky hair, fair creamy skin I want to touch her, feel her, and those tempting lips as soft as petals, Oh my God, I wanted to touch her just once but wanted to feel her.
But I was taken out of my thoughts when the first girl yelled loudly, "you murderer," but the beauty remained silent; there was something in her eyes, perhaps guilt.
After the big family drama, the girl, who may have been the big sister, made her way out of the club, but the beauty remained silent.
Throughout all of this drama, my mind remained focused on one thing, and I kept repeating to myself, I.WANT.THAT.LITTLE.ONE.
There's the girl who stood with beauty and was doing her best to remain the beauty calm, perhaps her friend, who cares. I stood up and walked over to her, offering her a glass of alcohol, which she accepted without knowing who had given it to her.
She didn't look at me for five minutes, but when I saw she was about to leave, I started, "Hey, beautiful," and instead of throwing herself on me like other girls, she looked at me with disgust.
This irritated me because she was the first person to dare to look at me like that, so I grabbed her by the elbow and swung her towards me, feeling her fresh mint breath as her breast collided with my broad chest.
She was struggling under my large stature, but all of her efforts were futile because she was like a deer in front of a hungry lion.
"Let me go, you son of a bitch," she yanked. Not good because that made me lose control, so I drew her closer and said, "it won't take too long love, for you to be in my bed, under beneath me."
She shrugged her shoulders away from me and the reaction she showed wasn't the one I was expecting, yeah! She slapped me, and she slapped not just anyone but The.Great.William.Veranda.
BECAUSE ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE, PLEASE IGNORE ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING ERRORS. THANKS! CHAPTER THREE It was the first time in nearly my entire life that someone has piqued my interest, but all I got in return was a SLAP. I mean, are you serious? I was taken aback; I had never been subjected to so many insults in my life. I was so humiliated in front of so many people that I was about to punish her horribly so that she would remember my face for the rest of her life and who I am and what I am capable of? But Roman gripped my wrist tightly, leaned in close to my ear, and whispered, "Everyone's watching, just let her go or else there'll be a big scandal, and you know what I mean." But before I let go of her arm, I squeezed it so hard that it turned white. I could see the pain in her eyes, but it was nothing compared to my insult, so I promised myself that I would get my revenge soon an
CHAPTER FOUR JEN POV, A few days passed welluntil I learned of the news. I was watching YouTube news about me, but it wasn't the worst part; the worst part was the comments. Hell yea... All of them wereabout me, such as criticizing my beauty or my idiocy, but why only me? What about that psycho man, I mean? I snatched out of my thoughts at Vic's call, "Vic, you have amazing timing. So, is there a specific reason?" I exploded. "ARE YOU SERIOUS, GIRL?" she yelled. "Vic, nowwhat this is supposed to mean?" I pretended to be stupid. "Babe, you're all over the Internet, news, YouTube, and soon everywhere," she exclaimed, excitedly. "So, what is it that has you so riled up? I'm dying here, and my one and only best buddy is making jokes about me. Great Vic!" I remarked sarcastically. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry,happy now? But what are you going to do about it
CHAPTER FIVE WILLIAM POV, I was lounging on the couch in my penthouse when my father called. "Yes, father?" I picked up the phone, thinking, "Here we go again." "Home right now," he said as he hung up the phone. Now I was at my parents' house, and my father was yelling at me until he tossed the newspaper in my face and asked, "Who's that girl?" "Wow, that was quick," was the only thing that came out of my mouth. "Handle this filth or I'll take over your position as CEO of a corporation. Understand?" I exited the house after saying, "Understood." It was the first time my father had chastised me, and I couldn't afford it. I had virtually spent half of my life establishing this company, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing what I had now. I dialed my assistant's number and asked her for information on that goddamn girl. And when I found out everything I could
English is my second language, so please ignore if you find grammar or other mistakes. THANKS! CHAPTER SIXHe threw some paper towards me, on my face, and told me to sign them. I was wondering what are these papers about, what to do with me, and why I have to sign them.I asked, "what's written in these papers and why I have to sign them?""Just take your time babe, and read them on your own," he said and went out of the room but this time he didn't lock the door.I picked up the papers from the floor and for some reason, I had the feeling my fate was literally typed out for me on these sheets of paper.Instead of torturing myself by thinking about what could be typed out, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before looking at the papers.______________________________________________P
CHAPTER SEVEN "Vic? Don't touch her, you motherfuckers, leave her alone. Keep your filthy hands away from her "I was yelling. Vic was knocked out. "Now, now, now... What are you going to do, sign the papers or lose your friend?" "Just leave her alone, I'll do whatever you say," were the only words that came out of my mouth. "Take her back to her apartment and don't tell her anything about today; pretend like nothing happened," he told his men as he led Vic away unconscious. "Now listen to me, and listen very carefully, Jennifer Oxford; you're going to do what I'm telling you to do, or you're going to lose the one and only thing you hold dear to your heart." With that, he handed the papers over to me for the final review, but time was running out and I didn't want him around, so I asked for a pen. I slammed the papers on the table behind him after signing them. "I need some alone time in my own apartmen
CHAPTER EIGHT "No! I can't take it, and it's yours; if you don't wear it, you might catch a cold, which I don't want." I told him standingand takingoff his jacket, but his hand stopped me. "No, you need it more than I do, and by the way, if I don't do it, I won't be considered a gentleman," he smirked. "Thank you," was all I could say in response. "No problem, and if you don't mind my asking, why are you sitting by yourself in the middle of the night in this pouring rain?" "Umm..." I thought for a moment before telling him. Should I tell him or keep it a secret? After all, he's a nice guy, and what harm can it do if I tell him? Okay, not the entire story. Maybe a little bit won't hurt much, and he comes from a wealthy family, so he might be able to assist me in dealing with this situation. Yeah... Right now, it's the best situation. I was about to tell him when my inner voice interrupted me. Ar
CHAPTER NINE WILLIAM POV, When she walked away, I was overjoyed with my victory. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be at first, but she eventually accepted her defeat; now she'll never try to mess up my business again and will never forget her place, "Tch,tch, tch...little kitty." I called Roman and told him to set up a press conference as soon as possible because I just wanted to put an end to all the scandals surrounding me and see my adversary defeated, huh they wanted to play with fire. Okay, now I'll show them the true fire that they all awoke in me. JENNIFER POV, "JENNIFER!!" I heard Vic's voice, and she was pounding on my door like a lunatic. I groan to myself and roll out of my tiny bed, which wasn't as comfortable as a king-sized bed. "JENNIFER," she said once more. I yelled, "Coming!" As soon as I opened the door, she jumped on me and b
English is my second language, so please ignore if you find grammar or other mistakes. THANKS! CHAPTER TENOnce we reached the door, the guard which stood at the entrance opened the door for us. Once it opened Edward strolled in as if he owned the place, which he could probably have done and I follow him not before giving the security man a brief smile.He smiled back and then closed the door behind us once we had entered the hotel.The inside was just as nice as the outside, there was a huge hallway with paintings and statues and had a long red carpet leading down it.There was nobody in this area so I assumed that they would be where the faint violin was playing."Come." Edward gestured for me to follow him and I quickly complied, hurriedly walking with him while trying hard not to fall in these heels.Edward turned