Billionaire's Bounty: Cost Of Love And Revenge

Asher’s POV“Contract marriage,” she whispered.I could see right through her forced bravado. It was cute to watch her. She couldn’t even hold my gaze, looking as nervous as hell.I smiled at her. “Of course.” Heaven knows how long I’ve waited for her and how painful it was to watch her waste herself loving someone who didn’t deserve her. I had my eyes on Ivy Whitfield for as long as I could remember. We were always stuck at the same society functions, dictated by the families we were born into. The first time I saw her, I was star-struck. We were just teenagers then. She had walked up to me, hands on her hips, and told me, “I wasn’t shit.” Apparently, I was already infamous among the ladies.“Deal...” I extended my hand to her. She hesitated.I wasn’t sure if she remembered, but ever since that day, I teased her relentlessly. I had always wanted her attention. I had always wanted her, and today she had played right into my hands easily. Of course, I tweaked a few things here and ther

Ivy’s POVI was already having a hard time holding Asher’s gaze before the kiss. Now it was even harder. I couldn’t glance in his direction. I could barely move around him. It was strange because I was never shy in his presence, but now I was.Thanks to him, the rest of the wedding ceremony went smoothly. I stood by the side, watching as he told the officiating minister an elaborate tale about how we met. I listened, intrigued to hear the story myself. His smooth talking had the minister laughing heartily. It was one of the first things I was learning about my new husband—though I didn’t think I’d ever get used to calling him that. I was actually married, in a small ceremony, and it felt surreal.I sat impossibly still, staring out of the car window as we drove. The drive was quiet, and I could hear my heart beating loudly in my chest.I bravely stole a few glances at him, studying the planes of his face under the soft glow of the sun. His firm hands gripping the steering wheel was so

Asher’s POVI meant every word I said. I wanted her, but I wanted her to want me as well. It felt better that way. I wanted the push and pull. Standing there, staring at the art hung on the walls—art that I had made solely with her in mind—her bum pressing against my crotch, I realized just how hard it was going to be. I was already struggling to hold it together, but now that she was in my house, living here, so close... I placed my nose at the crook of her neck and inhaled. Now that I knew her scent up close, now that I could feel her body against mine, it was going to be even harder.“Argh!” I groaned. “You make it so hard, Ivy…”She stilled. I smiled at the reaction on her face. I could see her reflection in the mirror. Her innocent face, her reddened cheeks. She had taken my words literally, and I was not going to explain.“You’re so naughty, aren’t you?” I teased.She wiggled out of my grasp, managing to slip free, and took a few steps backward, putting as much distance between

Asher’s POVI opened the doors and walked out. Luca stepped out of his sports car, dressed in a flamboyant suit and shades.“What’s with the agent look?” I asked jokingly.He laughed and walked up to me, embracing me. Luca had been my friend for as long as I could remember. We were practically brothers at this point.“Hey man, what’s good?” I asked as soon as we pulled away.“I’m alright, bro.”“How was your flight?”“It was exhausting, but it was worth it because I scored this really hot girl’s number, and we’re meeting tomorrow night.”I shook my head. “And I see you never change, my friend.”“It was a business trip, so now I’m back for the pleasure. All work and no play, remember?”“I hear you, brother.” I chuckled as we walked towards the house.“So what are you doing here, anyway? Isn’t this supposed to be the house you live in when you eventually get a girl pregnant because you actually have to marry her?” Luca laughed at the top of his voice.“Well, my friend, I believe we have

Asher’s POVI hated this part of the job—the never-ending meetings, the long, boring conversations, having to sit still around the conference table and pretend to pay rapt attention to whatever my brother was saying. I had to, however. It was part of my job. One of the reasons I envied Marcus was that he seemed to fit right into this place. The perfect son, the perfect CEO.“From the analysis, Sterling Industries is set to experience a 15% increase in profit next month…”I drowned out his ear-scratching voice, but I couldn’t deny that everyone else seemed to like it. My father sat at the head of the table, his face stoic. His silver hair was styled to perfection, not a single strand out of place. His intense eyes were fixated on the projector screen, and all the shareholders and foreign investors were focused on whatever Marcus was saying.He was good at it; that was the truth I had always known. Being the second child was a lot harder when the first was so perfect. It was as if there