Hot Billionaire

inspiration and enthusiasm for the literary world have declined, but the blockage was due to personal problems (between me and myself). I ended up isolating myself from this profile, from writing and reading, I apologize for that, but I was comfortable with this seclusion. It was a necessary break and helped me reorganize my thoughts. I'm still working to improve, however, I can see progress. In the meantime, I dedicated myself to learning crafts, as therapy. I crocheted and macramé (I recommend) I even sold some pieces, oh and I created a brand, but back to writing, I hope you enjoy reading. It was a birth so to speak lol, however, the feeling of accomplishment prevails. Ah, this is my first story set in another country, I did a lot of research and obviously, I used a bit of poetic license to develop the plot, so I apologize in advance if any inconsistencies arise. Furthermore, I want to say that I'm coming back, or trying to come back, without putting too much pressure on myself, and I hope you're still around to read my stories. A big kiss and enjoy the story! SYNOPSIS The first time I saw Elijah Richards, I knew immediately he was going to be trouble, but I've always had an irresistible attraction to trouble. The boy labeled as the 'problem boy' by the city's gossips quickly became my world, only to soon break my heart when he ordered me to disappear from his life. Returning to my hometown was not part of my plans, especially after a failed marriage and a fugitive husband. And rekindling feelings for someone who made it clear that I was just a fling was far from my desires. However, with each encounter, amid intense stares and an almost tangible tension in the air, even at moments when he treated me with hostility, or behaved like a real asshole, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the magnetism that kept drawing us to each other. PROLOGUE Eleven Years Before Elijah Richards was the most unique boy I had ever met, but it was precisely his strange uniqueness that attracted me. I met him once in the cemetery, the afternoon we buried my father. He was a police officer and was killed on duty by a local drug dealer. According to the news that emerged shortly after his death, Dad was corrupt and received what he deserved. People just turned their backs on my mother and me; almost no one showed up at the funeral. That day, I was overcome with irritation, with everything and everyone in that small town. When the funeral finally ended, I refused to get into my mother's car and drove alone down the path that led to the deserted road at the back of the cemetery. — Don't wander around late! — Mom shouted as the car started to move. She walked past me, kicking up dust, and just walked away. It could just be my paranoia, but it seemed to me that she was almost happy...

HER NAME WAS CARLY WATSON. The final hours of her life were brutal. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know how long she’d been there. By that point, she was so wracked with pain, so desperate for escape, she barely remembered who she was. She was twenty-three. She was going to medical school. She was bright, eager, and before she’d fallen into this hell, she had loved life. Now she just prayed for it to end. She had been stuck in that hellish darkness for hours, days, possibly weeks. And she knew she would die there. She knew he was coming back—the door creaked. It was like a death knell, heralding his arrival. As the door swung open, the ancient hinges protested. A sob bubbled up in her throat as he laid a hand on her calf and stroked up. She cringed away as much as she could, but the restraints at her wrists, waist, knees, and ankles didn’t allow for much movement. When he cupped his hand over her sex, her scream, long and desperate, split the air. Her kidnapper, rapist, and soon-to-be killer watched, amused … pleased with her terror. “Go ahead and scream, sweetheart. Nobody can hear you.” “Please …” her throat was so dry and raw from how she had cried. How she had begged. How she had pleaded. She almost hated herself, for begging. For giving him that pleasure. Some part of her just wasn’t ready to accept the truth, wasn’t ready to give up. Even though, in her heart, she knew it was useless. “Just let me go. Please let me go … I won’t tell anybody, I swear.” He sighed. It was a sigh of long-suffering patience, the one a parent might give a child. He even patted her shoulder as he murmured, “Yes, I’m sure you won’t.” A loud sound rasped through the air and she whimpered as she recognized it. A zipper. He was getting undressed—no, no, no … Hysterical panic tore through her and she started to scream. He raped her again. Her voice gave out long before she was able to escape inside herself. This time, though, her escape was final. She had retreated somewhere deep inside herself—somewhere where pain didn’t exist, where terror didn’t exist. When he ended her life, she never even knew—she was already gone. Her name was Carly Watson. It was a lovely day, the kind of day you just didn’t get too often. The air was warm and mild, with clear sunshine beaming down. A soft breeze drifted by. Under the trees, it was just a bit cooler. The perfect sort of day for a walk. At least, Lena Riddle would’ve thought so. But halfway through, her dog started getting anxious. Puck didn’t do anxious. Not in the four years she’d had him. But there he was, pulling against his leash, like he was determined not to let her take their normal route through the woods. “Come on, Puck. You wanted to go for a walk, remember?” She tried to take another step, but the big yellow retriever sat down. He wasn’t going to move an inch. Just then, faintly, oh so very faintly, she heard … something. Puck growled. “Hush,” she murmured, reaching down and resting a hand on his head. He had his hackles up, his entire body braced and tensed. “Easy, boy. Just take it easy.” Standing in the middle of the trail, with her head cocked, she listened. The faint breeze that had been blowing all day abruptly died and all those faint sounds of life she could always hear in the woods faded down to nothingness. A heartbeat passed, then another. It was utterly silent. Then it came again. Something … muffled. Faint. An animal? Trapped? She scowled absently, concentrating. There it was again. Her brow puckered as she focused, trying to lock in on the sound better. Puck whined in his throat and tugged on his leash, demandingly. Lena turned her head, trying to follow that sound. It was gone, though. The breeze returned and all she could hear now were the leaves rustling in the breeze, the sound of a bird call, and somewhere off in the distance, a car’s motor. Still, the faint memory of that sound, whatever it was, sent a shiver down her spine. “You know what, Puck?” she murmured. “I think you’re right. Let’s get the hell out of here.” She only had a few hours left before she had to go to work anyway. “… there.…” He stood over her, studied her hair. The gleaming blond strands were shorn now to chin length, perfectly straight, even as could be. Her eyes, sightless and fixed, stared overhead. That blank look on her face irritated him, but he wasn’t surprised. He had seen this coming, after all. Something about the way she had reacted, the way she’d screamed. The life had gone out of his girl and once that fight was gone … Well. That was just how it was. Carefully gathering up the hair, he selected what he wanted and then bagged up the rest, adding it to the pack he’d carry out of here. Later. Few things still that he had to handle. He studied her body, the long slim lines of it, her.

After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.

Hazel Queen had loved her husband with all her heart for three years. But the one thing she never saw coming was the cold, shocking truth: he wanted a divorce because his mistress was pregnant. Heartbroken and betrayed, Hazel decides to move on and returns to Queen Corp, where she steps into her true role as the powerful female president, worth hundreds of millions. This revelation shocks her ex-husband, Damon Price, who never knew that the woman he left behind was the mastermind behind the famous Queen Corp-the Heiress of the Queen family, who had supposedly died in a fire three years ago.

Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .