Allison Claire's world crumbled when her father, consumed by the despair of bankruptcy, ended his own life, leaving behind a family suffering from both financial ruin and emotional devastation. Her mother's grave illness further strained their life. Forced to work countless part-time jobs to make a living, Allison found rare peace in moments she could share with her boyfriend, Alex. However, mounting medical bills and relentless pressure from gangsters left her helpless. Then, she met Damien Ravenclaw, a billionaire who offered to financially support her if she became his mistress. Seeing it as her family's only hope, she agreed. Forced to break up with Allison, Alex was desperate to win her back, while Damien's obsession with her seemed to intensify. Caught between Alex and Damien, Allison faced a tough choice. Would she return to Alex or stay with Damien? Sold to the Bossy Billionaire is created by Lyra TaleSmith, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
View MoreBeing with Tony was very natural and smooth, and our life together was plain but not dull, with a sense of happiness that belonged to ordinary people.Since we kissed, Tony had let me call him by a nickname. He finally made a bold move, feeling that our relationship was close enough, and made a request to me.Although Tony had no beautiful jewelry to give me, nor did he use his own injuries to make me feel heartache for him, he would still do his best to make me happy.He looked at me with loving eyes while I was teaching the children ballet, watching me surrounded by children. Even when we were together, he never disturbed me, respecting my life and work.He would only present me with a beautiful sunflower during my rest time, then wait for me to give him a smile.It was one he had planted in his own courtyard.Tony said that the sunflower was a flower that grew positively toward the sun, and he hoped that the sunflower he gave me could bring a positive effect to me.After hear
"Allison, perhaps you like Tuscan pine nut candy?" My student handed me a bag of candy, looking at it with some reluctance."I do like it, but if you want to eat it, I think neither Antonio nor I would have minded," I said with a smile, noticing her craving for the candy.I was used to Antonio giving candies to the students to pass on to me, but for these little sweet tooths, it might have been a kind of torment.Antonio's way of expressing his fondness was to give me what he thought would bring happiness, whether it was the candy itself or something on the candy wrapper."No, I can't eat it. There's even a message from Tony for you today!" My student forcefully handed the candy to me. "Allison, you haven't even read it yet. If I just take it away like this, it would be very impolite."Then she reluctantly returned to the group in rehearsal.I held up the bag of candy, and there was a small card attached to the packaging. When I opened the card, Antonio's handwriting was clearly
My first encounter with Antonio left a positive impression on me, but it seemed he was even more taken with me.Every time I visited the training class, I could see him warmly greeting me, his smile genuine and friendly, creating anticipation for a wonderful day.His warm and friendly demeanor was not just toward me but extended to the entire town, which made him quite popular.The children in the training class adored Antonio. They told me that after wrapping up their day's training and walking down the stairs, the most anticipated moment was seeing Antonio's smiling face. He often placed a candy jar on the table by the door during the time the children finished their training, with a sign that read "Free Tasting".The children said it was Antonio's reward for their hard work. When I inquired about it, he just scratched his head shyly and said, "Do they think so? I just thought they might want to replenish some sugar after training. If it motivates their training, that would be gr
"Hey, just trying to make conversation. Don't leave so quickly." The man was still reluctant, rushing over to grab my arm and speaking to the bartender on his own. "Another cocktail for this lady. She's not ready to leave yet.""Take your hands off. Your behavior is extremely rude." I struggled."Come on. Aren't you following the news about wealthy men? I'm a mutual friend of Damien and Alex, just as rich."A mutual friend of Damien and Alex? If Damien and Alex heard this man's lie, their expressions would be as terrifying as if they had swallowed a fly.They didn't have any mutual friends, and even if they did, they wouldn't be here, dressed in cheap clothes and harassing a lady who was about to leave.I saw the bartender's face was difficult but dared not to stop. Perhaps this man was a somewhat famous ruffian.When I was helpless, Antonio Gatti suddenly appeared, standing between me and the man."Please, this is harassment. If you continue to pester, I will call the police."
I accepted Elena's invitation.In Victoria, there were many children who liked ballet, and their eyes were filled with love for it during training.I loved teaching them to dance. As I looked at their smiling faces, I knew why some ballet dancers chose to become teachers.Becoming an excellent ballet dancer was indeed a joy, but discovering more people who loved ballet, teaching them, and watching them aspire to become excellent ballet dancers was also a very fulfilling thing. This was another way of loving ballet.I did my best to teach them the dance techniques I had learned, to adjust their movements for them, and to encourage them when they were tired and sad from training. It made me happy.Looking at the young girls, I thought of Olivia and Daniel every day.Susan would take care of them for me, but that didn't stop me from missing them every day.What were Olivia and Daniel doing now? Had my mother woken up? If she had, would she be disappointed and sad not to see me?Wo
Allison POVAfter Alex started accompanying me, I noticed that he would stealthily check his phone every day and then be lost in thought. Although he always quickly covered it up, I was very familiar with him.I thought he probably got a call or a text from his family.Alex didn't reply to them each time, so the texts and calls kept piling up, almost to the point where he had to turn his phone off when he was with me.He didn't want me to spot it, or to notice that he was troubled by the phone calls and texts.Our journey was full of joy, as we had expected it to be when we were young.But I knew I couldn't keep dwelling on the memories of my youth.I was no longer filled with the simple yearning for love like I was when I was young. When people grow up, they would always think more and have more things on their minds.Like how my younger self might have rejected Damien, holding Alex's hand firmly and standing by him, believing nothing could tear us apart, but now I would choos
Alex POVAs the dawn broke, the first person I laid eyes on was Allison.She awoke in my embrace, her beautiful brown eyes opening to gaze at me, and I couldn't help but kiss her.Allison chose me.This thought had been echoing in my mind ever since we eloped to Iceland, empowering me.Every night, as I closed my eyes, Allison was the only one in my dreams. I was certain that my soul and body were with her around the clock.Allison turned down Damien's shameless engagement threat and left behind the family she deeply cherished. I believed she took a leap of faith, to be with me.I told her to think about herself, and her decision was to leave everything behind and come to this place with me."Good morning, Allison," I said."Good morning, Alex..."Her voice was still drowsy from just waking up. She couldn't resist my kiss but would only let out a soft, confused moan until the kiss lasted too long, and she'd come to her senses, gently pushing me away with her hand on my chest,
In the accompanying photo, Damien's face was expressionless, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.He looked as if he hadn't recovered from my disappearance.Alex had already gotten the takeout. When the door slammed, I switched back to the TV channel we'd been watching.As I ate, I looked at Alex. He was munching on his pizza. It was as if just being with me, even this small thing could make him happy.I nibbled on another piece of pizza and asked Alex, "Alex, is there anything you want to do?"Alex looked up at me, puzzled."The only thing I want to do is be with you. That will satisfy me no matter what I do."After hearing Alex's words, I confirmed one thing. He was actually still the same person. Alex didn't have a more detailed plan for being with me. As he said, he thought that he would be satisfied as long as he was with me.Family, friends, our future, none of them were as important to him as the present.Alex had always been that naive kid.He reminded me of ou
Allison POVAlex had purchased several different tickets for me. Their destinations were arranged in an irregular pattern on the map.Alex proudly said that he had drawn it by lot, so no matter how Damien tried to figure out where we would go when he found those tickets, he would fail.Then he bought a couple of cruise tickets from different parts of the U.S. coastline. They also went to different destinations. Then he gave me the choice.From it, I drew a ticket to Iceland."Did you know that some people call Iceland the end of the world, Allison?" Alex smiled in surprise after I drew this ticket."It's almost as if it's hinting that we'll elope to the end of the world. I like the moral of going against the entire world."Alex said something so innocent that I didn't know how to respond.While Damien busied himself with preparations for our engagement banquet, I had already boarded a ship bound for Iceland with Alex, who had sneaked out. To evade Emily's hired bodyguards, Alex
Allison Claire's POVA message from Dr. Eleanor Fitzgerald popped up on my phone.I was studying ballet at New York University but had been missing classes for a month or two due to my part-time job. At this very moment, I didn't even need to check the message to know its content. [Allison Claire, I'm sorry to bother you, but NYU's Tisch School of the Arts has attendance rules. Other professors have noticed your absence. If this continues, the school will have to give you a warning... You have a special talent for ballet, and we would hate to see you leave.] I checked my inbox—it was flooded with emails from other professors asking why I hadn't been to class."This is awful." My voice was still a bit strained from crying the night before. I didn't want to ruin my attendance record or disappoint my professors, but I was at a loss for a better solution to my current troubles. I responded to each email, expressing my apologies for missing classes but avoiding any c
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