The heartbreaker

Introduction

The youngest billionaire in town with looks of Adonis and everything at his feet desired just one thing more in life.

His perfect match.

He wished for a wife whose beauty would turn heads, a smile which would lighten up his world and figure which would curve perfectly under his fingers. A beauty who spoke with etiquette and made him proud.

But he got her

A mediocre girl with average looks, fierce personality and no curves.

Outspoken and downright rude.

She was everything he didn't want his wife to be like.

But who could defy when their souls were bound by threads of fate.

She was insecure 

And he fueled it further

She considered herself inferior to him 

And he used every chance to make it a belief.

She  had a beautiful delicate golden heart

And he made sure to taint it black and crush it under his Gucci shoes.

She was his not so beautiful wife 

And he made sure that nothing left of her could be ever considered beautiful.

"I will taint every damn fibre of your body my dear Elle...every bit of it till you beg me to divorce you"

-Ashton 

"I will love every flaw of you my dear husband ...each and everyone till this heart beats for you"

-Elle

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           Chapter 1 The heartbreaker

"Come on man she is staring at you for like 30 minutes now!! Go and approach her!"

Said Cam hitting on Ashton's arm.

Ashton looks up from his bourbon glass, following his friend's stare.

She sure was beautiful but not to his match.

He ignored the seductive looks she was giving and the way she was biting on her lips to get his attention.

Looking at the bartender he ordered another glass of his favorite whiskey.

"Oh come on man! She is damn hot! Why are you no-"

"Stop it already Cam! You know he never approaches a girl first !"

Said Mason while placing his arm on Cam's shoulder with a small smirk lingering on his lips.

Cam sighed in defeat and ordered a glass for himself as well.

"I wonder why every girl has to go after him only, I mean there are other handsome gentlemen like me available as well!"

He said glaring at Ashton while Mason broke in laughter at his friend's defeated face.

"Man up if you want to attract a girl, these whinings will not get you anywhere,"

Ashton spoke as he gulped the drink in one shot ready to leave.

As soon as he turned around, his body collided with someone and he saw them falling from the impact.

His hands automatically moved forward to support the person and he grabbed the person's small waist.

Looking down he saw the same girl that was staring at him a few minutes back clinging on to him for support.

Pulling her up he placed her back on her feet again and moved back from her.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't saw you there handsome! oh shit, I spilled my drink on you !! I am so sorry!"

She spoke trying to sound seductive while placing her hands on his toned chest, where the drink has just spilled.

He knew these tricks quite well and her voice was giving him a headache already.

Lifting her hand from his chest he moved back from her while she continued to apologize.

A look of rejection apparent on her face as she noticed his small action.

Without even bothering to give her a reply he made his way to the washroom.

Removing his shirt while looking at himself in the mirror, he started washing the stain under the faucet.

Next, he moved towards the hand dryer and placed his shirt under it.

"You know I can't Vi !! He is going to kill me if he finds out!!......I...I am hiding in a washroom cubicle"

Ashton looked amused hearing a girl hiding in the men's washroom.

And on top of that screaming on her phone like she owned this place.

Girls can be so dumb he thought.

"I'll see if he is still there!! Okay? Will call you later...bye!"

So she is going to come out from her hiding spot, how interesting!

She slowly came out looking here and there and then her innocent eyes fell on that perfectly muscled back of a man and she shrieked with surprise.

He turned around to come face to face with an average girl with small brown eyes and plain hair.

Simple fu**** plain Jane 

He thought.

He was hoping for a sexy girl in some beautiful dress.

But she was as simple as a girl can ever be.

Wearing a big baggy shirt and black jeans, her hair tied in a messy bun, and her face devoid of even an eyeliner.

He lost interest in her and refused to acknowledge her.

Turning his back to her again, he proceeded to dry his now stain-free shirt.

But she didn't have any such intention.

"Are you a freaking pervert!! Standing in girl's washroom like this!! You want to do a strip show go do it outside you fuc**** as****!!"

He sighed not expecting her to be a little firecracker with no mind.

He looked at her over his shoulder and she again reacted.

"What? You don't understand English? Should I speak French?hmmm....ya....ce....le... toilette filles...."

He smirked at her crooked words

"It is "c'est Les toilettes des filles.....tu es stupide fille(you stupid girl)!'

"Whatever!! Now get out before I scream and call the security!"

He was getting irritated with her, his shirt was still wet and this girl was not letting him even stand here.

"What? Are you ignoring me!! I said get the hell out you pervert!"

He did the opposite, it was time to teach her a lesson of respect.

He started moving towards her and saw her eyes flickering between his toned chest and his eyes.

Her steps receding and soon her back touched the door of the cubicle she was hiding in.

"Wh..at... step..back ....why are you......."

His face was stone cold like always, getting a reaction out of him meant you must have done something big.

She was going to scream when they heard some male voices coming towards them and as soon as the door handle moved she was pushed back inside the cubicle with a big hand muffling her scream.

"Man I am wasted tonight! My head is already bursting!"

"You even stole my shots!! What do you expect !"

"By the way where is Ashton? Didn't he said he was going to the washroom!"

"I don't know man!! He is the mysterious one, what can I say?"

The girl had her eyes wide, staring at the Adonis-like chest of the man in front of her.

They were both standing in a cubicle with his hand on her mouth, his naked chest touching her, and his eyes looking at the cupboard above her head.

Not bothered to even look at her.

The wheels rotated in her mind and once the realization came in, she stared at those cold eyes with regret and fear.

This was men's washroom!

Oh no, why does she have to speak so much?

And that also to a beautiful specimen like him.

Soon the men left the washroom and she found him moving back from her instantly as if her touch burned him.

She found a blush coming up on her cheeks and she could no longer look at those eyes.

"I.....is.. this....the... men's washroom...?"

She asked afraid of his reply.

He didn't reply, instead, he proceeded to put on his shirt and with one final cold look at her, he was out of the washroom.

Stupid!

How can she be so stupid? She was in a hurry, agreed but how can she enter the men's washroom without looking.

Damn! It was so embarrassing.

At least he stopped her from further embarrassing herself, she thought, coming out from there.

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He joined his friends with them asking him what took him so much time and he gave an excuse excluding her from his answer.

The stupid girl was not worth much mention anyways, he thought.

As soon as he thought so his eyes involuntarily landed on the face of the odd one out in this entire place.

She was shifting her weight from one leg to another as a boy was what looked like scolding her.

Her head was down in defeat and she was moving her head in a no.

What was she a child? And who was that? Her boyfriend?

Then unexpectedly her eyes met his and he felt strange all of a sudden.

He wanted to shift back his gaze to the beautiful girl standing next to him, but he just couldn't.

There was a pull in her eyes that was stopping him.

"Ash man what are you looking at?"

Cam asked and he was able to break eye contact with her.

"Nothing"

He said and gulped the leftover drink in one go.

The next time his eyes fell on her, she was being dragged out of the club with the boy holding her hand firmly and her head held down in defeat.

Just when he was going to look away from her, her head tilted to the right and her eyes caught his stare for the second time.

She spoke a word which looked like a sorry and with one last look she was out of the club.

He looked back at the girl blabbering something about her next concert but for a minute or so the so-called boring unattractive girl occupied his mind.