I was Sold to a Billionaire Mafia
Cassandra Foster was held captive by Mr. Moshimo Tokoyama,a very well known Mafia leader in New York City. He took Cassie in their home in Philadelphia,Pennsylvania where she was left alone by her parents with a hired nanny. She was only eleven years old when he kidnapped her . "Are you Cassie?",Moshimo asked her. " Yes I am",she answered and a horrified looked appeared on her face when he suddenly raised Cassie on his lap and whispered these on her ears. " Welcome to my world my slave!",he said with a devilish laughter filled the room. *************** I was Sold to a Billionaire Mafia Preview (Cassie) Note: This scene maybe disturbing to a minor so parental guidance would be needed. For 18+ age could read this but read it professionally and with self discipline. This story of mine was dedicated to all woman out there who suffered any kinds of human trafficking. ---Demonlady25--- Cassie pov I curled my body into a ball at the corner of my room. He let go of me after he finished messing up with my body. I thought he's my babysitter when he knocked on our door but I was wrong. Letting him stepped his shoes inside the house was the day I felt like my life had been shattered into pieces especially my own dreams. I wanted to have a good memories of my childhood but this man ruined it and I couldn't make it back to it's normal way. Thump... Thump Thump... "He's coming to beat me again",I mumbled softly making my voice a whisper while my heartbeat was palpitating abnormally. " please someone help me! I'm scared! oh my... hmf ",I covered my mouth with my hands in order to lessen my sniffing sounds I got from crying. I prayed to God Almighty that he would come and saved me from my abductor who was like he's in hell madness. I kept on holding my crucifix necklace that my mom gave to me when I was only a baby. She mentioned it to me when I asked her about it when I was seven years of age. I wrapped my arms around my body to lessen the pain he did awhile ago. He kept punching, kicking,stroking every part of my body as if I was like a hard cement. I'm only a little girl who loved to be pampered not to be destroyed. I didn't know why he's doing this to me as if I made a huge mistake on him. He was just a stranger who knocked in front of our door and came inside as if he was the owner of our house. It was like a fiesty beating of an old man to a powerless and innocent little girl. Every part of my body ached and my head throbbed after he slammed it on the floor once before he started his cruel action. I could hardly ...
The Two Mr. Kings
Eden was 15 when she met her new neighbors Harper and Jasper King, the billionaire brothers who her alcoholic abusive mother has her eyes on. Eden expected them to be like all the other men who walked into her life. They surprise her by being nice and understanding. Now that Eden is 19, she thinks of them as brothers but do they think of her as a sister now that she is an adult, especially after seeing something she shouldn't have? *************** The Two Mr. Kings Prologue "Eden, sweetie, come downstairs and meet our new neighbors," My mother calls from downstairs sounding nice for once but I know it's an act. "Coming! " I yell, checking my braces for the 10th time since I got them earlier. Now I have something else to make me look like a total freak as if acne wasn't enough. Staring at myself in the mirror, I try to ignore the small red dot on my forehead and chin. I stare at the Hazel eyed girl looking back at me trying to find something remotely beautiful about myself. Before heading downstairs, I brush my dark brown wavy hair once more before accepting the fact that my hair has a vendetta against me. I usually don't like meeting my mother's friends because I'm shy and would rather stay in my room while some man tries to get my mother to like him straight to the bedroom, but she has already told me twice that she wants me to meet our new neighbors so I have too. She usually wouldn't include me and if she called me down it was only to criticize me or make me feel ugly. So what's so special about them anyways besides the fact that they have money? From the brief back story she gave me this morning, one of them is 23 and the other is 25, both are extremely rich from some type of family business. My mother has money, but it's mostly from the divorce so she is always searching for another source to fund her lifestyle. My dad pays child support and most of the money goes to her or my schooling. If I want something, she buys it though, but only to make up for how horrid she is. As I'm coming down, I see the backs of two men standing in front of my mom who has on her tiny tennis dress even though she doesn't play tennis anymore. My stomach knots a little in anticipation as the presence of the two men seems strong and intimidating especially to a 15-year-old. "Oh there you are sweet," I walk around the men and stand by her side letting her wrap her arm around my shoulders. "Sweetie, you should have...
Caught Up in Between: Us (Book #2)
What would you do if you were invited to your best friend's wedding, and there was a high possibility to see the only two men in your life who touched your heart and soul on a very deep level? Rebecca Dawson knows the answer, and she's terrified. Drew Milton and Logan Jones had a significant impact on her life even eight years after their first meeting in college. Four years of total silence with no messages and calls, no meetings and still... Even if she denies it with all her might - she wants to meet one of them. Desperately almost. Seeing someone who you knew very well and was in love with, will cause sparkles flying. Passionate nights and feverish kisses. Tender touches and loving embraces. But what will happen if another person is upset with your decision? Will love be enough to get through all obstacles on its way? Or will it be better to let it go? *************** Caught Up in Between: Us (Book #2) Chapter 1 It’s like in that moment the whole universe existed just to bring us together. © Serendipity I was running out of time. I was late, and I had no idea what to do. To think about it, I even thought that it was my lucky day. Today I had another job interview, and it went well. Like really well. But I was afraid to jinx my luck because it was my fifth since the moment I came to live in New York almost a month ago. Now I really doubted my decision to move here. Before that, I worked as an editor in a small publishing agency in Miami. I liked my job there, and my chief was happy with my work, but I wanted more. I wanted to follow my dreams and to work for some big publishing house. That’s why six months ago, I decided it was time to move forward with my life. It wasn’t easy. I was living in Miami for four years since I had graduated from college. I had a life there, friends, and even my rented apartment felt like it was mine. It was time when my last relationship just ended, and I had a big talk with Chase. He was lecturing me on not following my dreams at first, and then he just said that I need to come to New York. The heck I knew, what happened to me at this moment, but I agreed. I announced at my work that I would go to New York in 6 months. Everything went according to the plan. I finished all of my current assignments. I met all of my closest friends and told them about my decision. My parents weren’t thrilled to hear about my desire to move to NY. Mom liked visiting me, and she was happy with my life in Miami. As always, I had my dad on my side. He supported me, even if he was nervous about it too. Chase proposed to me to stay at his house as long as I will need it, and I took him on this offer. So now I was living with him and his wife, Jenny, at their house in Brooklyn. He was my friend for almost eight years. I visited him a few times, so it wasn’t surprising that he invited me to his wedd...
The Secret Babies
Abigail Delaney, the youngest female servant of the Williams household came with the intention to work for a period of time in order to save up enough money to pay for her mother's surgery. Unintentionally, she fell in love with the only son and heir to the Williams empire, Liam Williams. It took just one night to lose her virginity to him. And later discovering she was pregnant, she decided to leave and never return. Hopefully, Liam will never find out that she left with his heir. *************** The Secret Babies Prologue Abigail started working as a maid in The Williams's mansion a couple of months ago in order to earn money to pay for her mum's surgery. Sarah, her mother, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Unintentionally, She developed feelings for Liam Williams, the only son and heir to The Williams's empire. Liam was also attracted to her but they both decided to ignore the tingling sensations and sparks that flew between them. Abigail kept reminding herself that she was there to work and earn, not to fall in love. Fortunately and unfortunately, they unleashed their burning desire in one night. They broke the rule, they had sex and words couldn't describe how amazing it felt for both of them. The next morning, Abigail woke up in her room in the servant quarters. Instead of opening her eyes to see Liam beside her, she saw a paper. The paper was not so neatly folded, and out of curiosity, she reached for it and opened it. She blushed when she saw the unique cursive handwriting. It was Liam's, and she could recognize it anywhere. As soon as she started reading the words scribbled on the paper, her blush disappeared, and from nowhere, a big tear rolled down her cheek. Liam made it clear that what happened between them was a mistake that should never have occurred, so she should forget that something like that ever took place. Abby tore the paper into big pieces, squeezed them all together, and threw it across her room in anger, not caring where it landed. Then she buried her face in her pillow and cried... Seconds became minutes, and days became weeks. Abigail made several attempts to talk to Liam, but he always ignored her and treated her as if she never existed, until he left for his master's degree without saying goodbye. A few weeks later, Abigail started having a series of morning sickness which Rubi noticed. Rubi Williams was the Woman of the house, the mother of Liam and Anna Williams and Wife to Robert Williams. She was a loving and ca...
Sleeping With My Sister's Husband
As usual, Huo Beiting entered her room with a strong smell of alcohol, stripped her clothes violently, glared at her like a hungry wolf, and dragged over her slender body--even he got married today. "Don't touch me!" Xia Ranran glared at him and struggled, "You are married! Go back to your wife's room and sleep with her. I'm not your plaything!" Her voice was hoarse and she looked resolute, "From now on, you cannot touch me!" "Show me how you can get away from me." Huo Beiting smirked and pressed on her, "Xia Ranran, accept your fate. You are my plaything, unless I get tired of you. You will always be my lovely plaything. I will ride on you, play with you, and torture you!" As usual, Ranran could not move and totally dominated by him. The next morning, Ranran got up dizzy and found Huo Beiting was flirting with his new wife. "Darling, was I too gentle last night? You don't seem to be tired this morning." Qiao Kexin's face reddened, "Shut up! Ranran is here. Stop being a jerk." "Well, I can be more 'jerk' *************** Sleeping With My Sister's Husband Chapter 1 She Doesn't Deserve to Have my Baby The rainy night seemed to be particularly long. Xia Ranran curled up on the bed and listened to the rain outside the window. She felt cold out of no reason. She smelled some kind of strong alcohol, and the blanket on her body was suddenly lifted, and her pajamas were pulled off and thrown aside. " Beiting, can we not do it today ... " Ranran grabbed the man's large, strong hand and gently pleaded, " I don't feel well. " " Do you have the right to say no? " Huo Beiting glared at her with his dark eyes, and he looked drunk. Ranran tried her best to push him away, " Qiao Kexin is just next door. She is your girlfriend. " " So what? " Huo Beiting controlled her body and sneered, " you can shout a little louder, to let everyone see how a pure little sister seduced her brother. " He ruthlessly inserted her. Ranran's back tightened in pain, but she did n' t call out. Each time, she felt that it was torture. However, the man riding on her did n' t think so. It was the same tonight. After several rounds of penetration, he was still not satisfied. He turned her over and was about to penetrate again. Ranran couldn't stand it anymore. She lay on the bed and whispered, "No, Beiting, I'm pregnant... " The man stopped abruptly, then turned her over and grabbed her chin, "Say it again. " "I am pregnant. " Ranran bit her lip and told him word for word, "I just had a test today. It's been six and a half weeks. " "Who permitted you to conceive my child? " Huo Beiting clenched his fist, as if he was provoked by a beast, "Didn't I ask you to take the contraceptive pill! " Ranran wanted to explain, but when she opened her mouth she felt her throat is tight. Her eyes turned red, "I want to keep the child... " "You have no right! You don't deserve to have my baby. Huo Beiting stood up and threw her clothes to her, "get up! " "Why? "Ranran felt even
Pleasing the Boss
When Thea applies for an Assistant job at the pristine, International Men magazine, she plans to push papers and look at yummy models. However, she is thrown into a loop when she becomes the assistant to the owner of the magazine, Ethan Sawyer. Mysterious and controlling, Ethan pushes Thea to her breaking point with his serious control issues that seem to only be directed to her. Just when she is ready to throw in the towel, Ethan shows Thea another side of himself, introducing her to a world she never knew existed. Will she run for the hills or step into the new world with Ethan? *************** Pleasing the Boss Chapter 1 Assistant Needed! International Men Magazine. Mon-Fri 9-7. Some overtime required. No experience required. On-the-job training available after hiring. Negotiable pay. Excellent benefits! A background check will be performed. Professional wear. Call to set up an interview at 212-555-8128. I called the moment I saw the ad in the newspaper while sitting in the park eating a hotdog from a sketchy street-side cart. I had been looking for a job for a month now, and the reality of being homeless was creeping up faster than I expected. I've only been living in New York for 6 months and was working as a nanny until the wife accused me of flirting with her husband. She fired me right on the spot without even hearing me out. I was more than prepared to blurt out that her husband was actually sleeping with the housekeeper that showed up at 10 a. m. on the dot, just in time for him to come home for some mid-morning delight. Spanish sex screams and loud grunting would spill down from the master bedroom as I buckled baby Emily in her stroller to go to the park. Hell, if I'd known I'd get fired without a chance, I would have surely had my fill of the man. But honestly, I would never do such a thing. However, it doesn't mean I haven't thought about it. After booking my interview, I hurried home to my rundown apartment that had been broken into twice. Nothing was ever stolen, and that was only because the burglar most likely realized that I had nothing of value. A full-size bed doubled as a couch and dining table in the middle of the living room. My clothes, still in suitcases, because I'm too afraid to put them in the closet where there's a dangerous amount of mold. When I moved into the shit hole, I purchased 3 cans of bug spray to fumigate the place, which probably put me in danger of some sort of chemically induced cancer when I'm 40. I'd like to think I got this place for a steal, but that would be a lie. The old pervert land...
Bound By Her Bump
Annie Davis was beyond furious when she was told she had been inseminated with the wrong sperm which belonged to a Billionaire who insists he wants to be in her life and the baby's life if she falls pregnant. *************** Bound By Her Bump Chapter One Annie and Ella made random jokes while cleaning the kitchen. The two of them have been best friends as far as they could remember and now they see themselves as sisters. Annie cannot imagine her life without Ella in it and the same goes for Ella who has always wondered what life will be like if Annie wasn’t her best friend. “Thanks for the food Ann, you’re an amazing cook,” Ella said loudly before crashing on Annie’s favourite couch. “You’re welcome, Sis,” Annie replied loud enough for Ella who was in the living room to hear. She walked out of the kitchen with two glasses of Ella’s favourite fruit juice. She handed Ella a glass before taking a seat opposite her. It was almost nighttime and they had spent the whole Sunday at Annie’s house. Annie is a very beautiful and independent woman. She’s twenty-seven, She’s a Beautician and currently owns a beauty parlour called Ann’s Home. Her beauty parlour offers different types of beauty services like hair styling, makeovers, nail services which include manicure and pedicure, spa services, waxing and other beauty treatments. She has quite a large number of customers who patronize her so one could say that Annie runs a successful business. Alongside being the owner of a beauty parlour, Annie is also a part-time YouTuber. She started making YouTube videos out of boredom and it turned to something she cannot do without. She is known for uploading amazing content on her channel and that makes her subscribers yearn for more videos. Being a vlogger made Annie a little bit popular and she never fails to advertise her business on her YouTube page which is one of the reasons why her beauty parlor is always flooded with customers especially on weekends. Annie’s Dad passed away when she was nine years old. Her mother, Angela remarried and now she has two younger siblings, Claire and Jayden; they are twins and they are Fourteen years old. Despite the age difference, Annie had always loved her...
The Billionaire CEO's Bargain
Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way. When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Merriweather agrees. But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else? Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her? And if so... what does she do about her husband? The Billionaire CEO's Bargain is a sexy story for mature readers. *************** The Billionaire CEO's Bargain Julia I turn off the hot water and place the last of the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, giving the kitchen one last glance to make sure I didn’t miss anything. Jeff has already left for work, but if I’ve missed a dish, I’ll have to wash it by hand. He doesn’t like it when I miss something. Satisfied that all of the dishes are in the dishwasher, I put the soap in the compartment and push the start button. It’s not a big machine, but then, only two of us live in our tiny apartment for now. Jeff has made no secret that he hopes to have children soon. I’m not sure I’m ready. I’m not sure we are ready. Once the dishwasher is purring, I start to wipe down the counters and the stove. They are already clean. I constantly wipe down the surfaces in the kitchen because I have nothing better to do. Jeff has also made it clear that he doesn’t want his wife to have a job, even though he knows we could use the money. He has been at the financial advising firm for almost two years now. Meriweather and Associates is a great place to work, but I’m not sure that Jeff is as good at his job as he lets on. He has never gotten a raise, and a few times, he has come home late, drunk, angry that those “assholes” at work just don’t understand him. I think on those days he’s gotten in trouble for messing up his accounts. I can’t think about that, though. Most of the time, our life is comfortable. We live a pretty meager life in the largest city in the country, but no one knows that our existence is so pitiful. Jeff spends most of his salary on appearances, and we have a lot of credit card debt as well. His boss, Braxton Merriweather, is a billionaire. He throws lavish parties and invites people from his company to join him. Jeff never misses a chance because he wants to be a part of that world, even though we really are not. We come from a small town in the midwestern part of the country, thousands of miles from here. Worlds from h...
BILLIONAIRE'S SUGAR BABY
18+ Mention of Graphic Sex and Violence. DYLAN GRAY, the Richest Billionaire in the country bought CELESTE KNIGHT for one night without knowning who she really was. A one night stand going extremely wrong with relationships taking new turn and secrets getting unfolded. ~SNEAK PEEK “ Moan my name!” He whispered, still kissing her neck and thrusting into her. He was pulling out slowly and then thrusting back with great force, stimulating her in ways she had never been stimulated before. “I don-don't know your n-name!” She stammered panting heavily, being close to her climax. “Dylan!” He whispered and kept thrusting. He fastened his pace, driving her crazy as she moaned his name, “Dyl-Dylan! Ahhh!....” Every person has a story of their own. Read to find Celeste's story. *************** BILLIONAIRE'S SUGAR BABY SUGAR BABY AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey Lovely Readers! Hope you all are fine! This is a mature content book so if you feel uncomfortable at any point please leave peacefully. This is my first ever book so please comment about your honest opinions . They help me improve my writing and I will appreciate it a lot. In the end, Thanks for reading! ENJOY READING, AUTHOR| SIRENA AUTHOR'S POV The night was dark, with stars shining brightly in the sky. There was complete silence, except for the sounds of stray animals, that kept resonating a few times. The clock was indicating, that it was past 1 'o' clock, in the middle of the night. Everyone was on their beds, taking rest after their long tiring days, except for a girl, who was walking down the street, alone. She was wearing a short white dress, that was barely reaching her thighs and a matching white coat, to not feel too cold on this cold night. Still she was feeling chills run down her spine, due to the cold. Her hairs were swaying with wind, often coming on her face as well, which she was pushing back with her fingers. Her face was painted in dark, exotic makeup, while her heels were hanging on her right hand, with the clear attempt to not make any noise. She looked like a lonely angel, who fell from the sky, late at night. She was cautiously looking around once in a while, but she was not scared, as she already got used to roaming around late at nights. She was Celeste Knight, a beautiful woman in her mid twenties, with beauty everyone dreamt of. But, her beauty was a curse to her. She pushed her left hand in her pocket and took out her cell phone to check, if she was heading in the right direction. She was resting earlier, when she got a message from her Sugar baby company, that she had to meet someone. She didn't know about the person, who wanted her to be his sugar baby. But it was not new to her. It was probably an old man, who didn't have any relationship for a long time and he was...
In order of priority, For Jayda Wright, her work comes first, She comes second, her best friend and family comes third and then her so-called boyfriend comes fourth. She didn't know she was losing her boyfriend at the expense of putting her job first. He finally broke up with her the day she got promoted as a partner in a reputable law firm. That night, Jayda made her way to a bar where she met Sebastian Miller, The multimillionaire with the worst personality but incredibly sexy. She had a one night stand with him, creating a bond that binds them forever! *************** Cold Showers Chapter One Jayda Wright tried to hold back tears as the Board announced her Partner of the most reputable law firm in the United States; Saunders and Co. It was indeed a well-deserved position for Jayda. She has been aiming for this position since the first time she interned as a paralegal in Saunders and Co. She worked her ass off, gave up everything relating to her social life and put her ALL in her job. At age 29, she was the youngest and the first female to become a Partner in Saunders and Co. No doubt being a partner comes with a lot of responsibilities but she was a hard worker so she knew she would survive. Apart from the responsibilities that came with her promotion, She was now like one of the owners of the firm hence, there would be a great increment in her salary, doubled benefits and most importantly, her name would be engraved on the door of her new office. What a dream come true for Jayda! “Thank you so much, Mr Tucker, I promise not to disappoint you. ” She said to the president of the firm who was in his early fifties. (tall, average weight, with dark hair. ) “You worked for it Jayda so you deserve the position. You hardly lose a case in court and no doubt your wins have contributed to the reputation of this law firm. I wish you all the best in this phase of your career and I hope you don’t disappoint us because we all look up to you now. ” Mr Tucker said. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I will work harder than I’ve ever worked in this law firm. ” She promised. Jayda was congratulated by other partners and senior associates in the conference room. They made a toast and made small conversations in between. As soon as Jayda was able to escape from the conference room, she went to her office (Aka her old office because she would be moving into her new office on Monday), she reached for her iPhone in her bag and dialled her best friend, Lilian. “Guess what Lily? ” Jayda said excitedly as soon as Lilian picked up her ca...
Off Limits Neighbor
Off Limits Neighbor Read Free I'm supposed to stay away from the trouble-making hot guy next door.But what if he comes knocking?I grew up in a tiny cul-de-sac lovingly dubbed "Rejects Corner."Potholes, broken pipes, fallen trees, it was a dump, but my parents never minded.Nothing bothered them except the boys next door.Trouble making teens. Wicked rumors. In short? Danger danger, keep away.My stupid heart demanded I crush hard on one of them, but I was smart enough to keep it a secret until I grew up and moved away.Now I'm back in little Rejects Corner to help my parents fix up their house to sell.And right across the street, hotter than ever, muscles from his calves to his chest...Is the one boy I'm supposed to stay away from.I did it before.When he knocks on my door, flashing me a perfect smirk, I don't think I can again. *************** 1 Klara The car door slams closed behind me, and I’m left staring in disbelief, standing in the middle of the cul-de-sac. No wonder I questioned myself the entire drive about whether or not I actually wanted to do this. The houses in front of me are…run down, to say the least. I didn’t remember it this way. In my memories, ours hadn’t been the nicest house, or even in the nicest neighborhood, but it was average. What I’m looking at right now is the kind of place that you’d quickly drive past. The kind of place that you quietly ignore and warn your kids to avoid. Has it always been this way? I’m honestly not sure. But there’s definitely a part of me that realizes that there’s no way a cul-de-sac can degrade this much over five years. That I was definitely blind to the truth of it when I moved away. The day I turned eighteen I moved out and never even thought about coming back. Nothing was more important than getting the hell out of Reject’s Corner. That’s what this place was called by everyone. But this is so much worse than I remember. Slowly, I turn in a circle and take everything in. All five houses. My parents’ house definitely seems to be in the worst shape, and I understand why the city has given them an ultimatum to fix it or else they’ll condemn it. I mean, my parents haven’t even lived in this house for a few years, that should have tipped me off that things were pretty bad. There aren’t many signs of life from the other houses, a big difference from my childhood when we’d all ride our bikes around and play ball in the street. Why do they want to fix up this place? Why not just let the city raze it, or just sell it? Thank goodness that everything I need to repair the place has already been ordered, otherwise the task in front of me would be impossible. Hell, I haven’t even looked inside yet and already I doubt I have the skills and the time to save my parents’ house. And then there are the other houses… Dad, looking for an investment to fund his and Mom’s retirement, bought the neighboring houses for a steal, hoping to turn this shabby cul-de-sac into some sort of shabby chic cul-de-sac getaway. As if.
The Inheritance Clause
The Inheritance Clause Read Free *************** Chapter One Leo “What the hell is this?” I snarl at my lawyer as I wave around the papers that he’s just placed on my desk. I’ve just read through them and it seems like some kind of sick joke. My lawyer, Robert, sinks into his chair a little further, looking up at me nervously. He must have known I’d react like this, but I bet he didn’t expect to be on the receiving end of my wrath. “It’s all detailed in the paperwork, Mr. Harris. Your father had some very specific rules set up following his death...including what’s in those papers.” I slam the paperwork down on the desk. I can’t believe this. I was always a good son to my father. I helped him build his businesses from the ground up. I’m the reason he was damn rich in the first place, earning him his fortune. It should be mine by default given that I made his fortune what it is today. And now I’m discovering that there are conditions to me receiving my inheritance? “There must be some way around the clause,” I growl. “I was his only family. Where the hell is the money going if I don’t comply with the rules?” “Your father insisted that the money be sent to various charities if you don’t abide by the clause and the company be sold as well. I’m sorry, Mr. Harris. This must be hard to hear. But there’s nothing I can do to change it. This is up to you now.” “Get out,” I snarl. “I need time to think about this.” “Absolutely, sir. When you’ve made your decision, give me a call. But make sure to be quick about it. This offer is a limited time deal. You have thirty days starting today.” As Robert gets up to leave, I glare after him. I know that none of this is his fault, and yet it feels like he’s betrayed me as much as my dad has. The second the door to my office closes, I reexamine the paperwork in front of me. The Last Will and Testament of Theodore Harris. I am of legal age and in sound mind as I write this will. I do declare that my entire estate be left to my only son, Leo Harris, on the condition that he marries within thirty days of opening this document. If he should refuse or fail to complete my conditions, then my entire fortune will be distributed evenly between my chosen four charities and my company sold… I shake my head. This can’t be real. How could he do this to me? Sure, he spent years trying to set me up, hoping to see me settled down, but he didn’t understand. When he was alive, he was convinced that I was some kind of player, filling my spare time with one-night stands and casual flings, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, the truth is the complete opposite. I never married because I’ve never met a woman that I want or can’t live without. I’ve always appealed to women, with my good looks, money, and work ethic. I’ve had women approach me themselves, hoping to snag a date with me. But I’ve never taken an interest. I know that no woman can fulfill the requirements I want. I need someone beautiful, intelligent, willing
Avoiding Temptation (Avoiding 3)
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