Trapped by the Billionaire

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real presence watching me. It almost felt like an invisible force, a supernatural being of some sort. Sometimes, I would

said that although each of my brothers belonged to a different mistress of my father, my mother had been the love of his life. Unfortunately, I had neve

, diablo." Devil, it m

, my father had gone on a bloody rampage as he hunted down every medical staff on duty in that fated day. Lives had been lost including innoc

his interrogation, he was a free man again. The fatal event had darkened the day of my birthday for good. I was constantly reminded of how important

formal events and important family dinners. My half-brothers, Chan, Nikolaus, Giovanni and Lukas had all been sent away from home on several assignments by our father once they had a

ully rotated amongst the four families, usually the first born son being the boss. However, when the crown came to the doorsteps of the Javiers, something happen

se she was heads over heels in love with Manuel Rodriguez, my grandfather. She had gone to him in her distress, weeping her heart out. Diane was a delectable young woman, sure to turn the heads of men as she went and M

he had not delayed to point out Manuel as the rightful father of her child. Camaro had felt denied, contesting that the convenient situation had been the plot o

nd their cappuccino was to die for. Looking outside, I could see the security team leaning against their cars, waiting for me to finish up my be

en I sensed that presence again, a chill running up my back. Coincidentally, the door was eased open, the clanging be

perfect example of an alpha male. Standing at, at least six feet and some very significant inches, the newcomer had his midnight hair gelled backwards, not a single strand out

as adorned by an Audemars Piglet vintage watch and in the money world, vintage meant close to the worth of a human body part. I could not tell ho

lacial, the taste that came with its previous warmth all gone. Ok, maybe I had stared for a

he reason for your previous one going to waste," a deep cult

d. Dios mio! I refused to turn around no matter how much I wanted to behold his roguishly handsome face. I decided to ignore him, rummaging in my purse for nothing in particular just to seem like I was busy. The next thing I felt wer

en that got my attention. I raised a brow at the unappreciated noise but it was his turn to ignore me, settling his strapless brown satchel beside h

ocked, lifting a corner of his lips in amusement. Of cou

nyways, it didn't matter; I was done with appeasing my daily lust for coffe

ggy and my security team rushing in

d I sat down in my chair once again. This man was probably somebody important or dangerous, perhaps even deadlier than my father. If he was

guard. Maybe we can try this again?" It was not difficult to sprout

ave another coffee on my t

asked a seco

f men surrounded him, flanking around him in military defence. My brows shot up to my hairline

paper lying forlornly on the table. Curious yet wary, I drew it closer with the tip of my straw. It's just paper, don't be paranoi

a. Your father had a lot to say

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