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The Billionaire’s Assistant Twenty-seven
“Angela, wait!” Tristan called out as he ran out after her. She stepped outside and stopped in her tracks, it was raining heavily and it was very cold. She stood there, slightly shivering as Tristan caught up with her at the door and put his arms around her. She shook him off roughly and stepped away from him. He sighed and said “I'm sorry about my father, that's just how he is”“Just how he is? He wasn't like that to Ivy, he clearly thinks I'm not good enough for you”“I know what he said was hurtful, but I promise you, it's not you, it's him. And I don't really care what he thinks…”“Can I just go to the car? You can go finish dinner, I'll wait for you in the car”He frowned and looked around, it would take her at least twenty steps to get to the car and they didn't come with an umbrella. He couldn't have her going in the rain especially in her condition.“You don't have an umbrella!”“I'll be quick, I'll run”He looked at her heels and said “what if you slip? The ground is clearly
The Billionaire’s Assistant Twenty-eight
Angela’s eyes fluttered open.She looked around and discovered she was in an unfamiliar room. She tried to recollect how she got here, then it dawned on her. This must be Tristan’s room in his parents house. It was a very beautiful room, though not as big as the one in his place but still very nice. There was a poster of a famous rockstar on the wall, a study desk with neatly arranged books of different genres, a gaming console, a large flatscreen television and even his bed was a queen size bed so it would definitely contain the both of them.There was just one problem, Tristan was no where to be found. His clothes on the bed indicated that he had undressed and gotten ready for bed but where was he? She was already sweating now, so she got up, turned off the heater and took off the sweater. She checked the bathroom but didn’t find him. Looking at the time, she concluded that he couldn’t possibly be with his parents by this time. He wasn’t even a late sleeper. Dwelling on that, she
The Billionaire’s Assistant Twenty-nine
“Hi guys. Morning auntie”“Hi Ivy, did you sleep well?” Marie asked and she nodded, coming into the kitchen to grab an apple. She turned to Tristan with a huge smile.“Hi Tristan, did you sleep well?”Tristan nodded and avoided her gaze while Angela glared at the both of them. Something definitely happened between the both of them yesterday night, she thought.Ivy looked at her but she looked away, deliberately ignoring her.Ivy moved closer to Tristan, put her hand on his shoulder, batted her lashes and asked “I was wondering, can you help me with something upstairs?”Angela was fuming but she managed to keep her composure. Ivy was shameless, just look at how she was outrageously flirting with Tristan in her presence. She looked at Tristan who said nothing, it seems like he was enjoying the extra attention. She rolled her eyes. ‘Whatever!’ Tristan looked at Angela who's gaze was on her cup of coffee. She seemed like she was not paying attention to whatever Ivy was doing and he wonde
The Billionaire’s Assistant Thirty
Five awkward days passed in a blur with loads of work and meetings and barely enough time for them to talk. At dinner, the atmosphere between them was tense, even at work. It became so bad that some of the staff began to notice it, Leo approached her on the fifth day to ask what was wrong. He came to her desk and sat on her table. She looked up from her computer at him.“Hi there,” he said with a smile.“Hi,” she answered back, turning her gaze back to her computer.“Are you okay? You seem off”“Yeah, I'm okay”“Are you sure? There seems to be some kind of tension between you and the boss”“We’re just… sorting out some stuff, we’ll be fine, but thanks for asking anyways” He leaned forward and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear making her breath catch in her throat. “I got you. If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here for you, always remember that” His gorgeous green eyes sparkled and she found herself mesmerized by it, she was so mesmerized, she couldn’t speak past the lump in h
The Billionaire’s Assistant Thirty-one
***TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE, PREGNANCY LOSS AND POSSIBLE DEATH READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED***“What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with an innocent look.“Angela?” he repeated and she blinked questioningly.“Yeah? What happened?”His brows furrowed as he couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right. Deciding to investigate without arousing suspicion from her, he decided not to say anything yet. He waved dismissively. “Ah, it's nothing” he drew back from her, leaving a reasonable distance between them and put his hands in his pockets.“Um, I was thinking, we have lots of work to do. Have you gone over the things I asked you to?”She pulled closer to him but he moved back quickly.“Why are you avoiding me?” she asked looking hurt.“No, it's not that I'm not avoiding you, it's just that I don't feel so good right now. I'm not in the mood”She moved closer to him again and reached out to touch his forehead but he moved subtly.
The Billionaire’s Assistant Thirty-two
When Tristan and Annabelle got home, Annabelle threw her hands around and buried her face in his neck.“What's wrong?”Tristan who was in a bad mood, removed her hand from his neck.“Nothing!” he snapped and she pouted.She had been making lots of mistakes today and it had cost him so much, he was supposed to meet with some investors today but Angela had mixed up the dates and told him it was till next week. It was like she didn't understand the calendar she set. Maybe it was the pregnancy that was making her so forgetful but she has never made this much mistakes, even when she newly started working for him, she didn't make this much mistakes.“I'm thinking you should stay at home tomorrow”“What? Why? Is it because of what happened? I said I was sorry…”“It's not just that, you seem stressed. Maybe you should rest at home”She sighed and put her hand on her forehead. “I do feel faint, I think it's…” tears welled up in her eyes. “I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today.” S
The Billionaire’s Assistant Thirty-three
Annabelle was choking, her face was turning red as Tristan’s grip on her neck tightened. He had her pinned to the wall and his face looked like a raging bull, his veins were nearly popping out.“Where is she?” he growled in an ominous tone.“W—who?” she asked in fear, but still trying to maintain her fake voice.“You know damn well who I'm talking about Annabelle! What have you done to Angela?”Annabelle's terrified gaze turned deathly cold as she had already been discovered. She pushed him away from her roughly and adjusted her scrunched up clothes. She hesitated, then said with a smile.“You don't need her…”“I said where is she?” he roared.“Dead! And you will never see her again”Tristan's whole body paled and he felt the blood draining from his face as her words echoed and replayed in his head. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions at once. Anger rolled into grief, grief turned to sadness, sadness gave way for pain and pain turned into rage all over again. “What do you mean d
The Billionaire’s Assistant Thirty-four
“Who are you?” she repeated and he felt a single teardrop slip down his cheek.“Who—who am I?” he asked with his voice sounding choked.He turned to the doctor in charge. “What's wrong with her?”The doctor examined her and said. “We can't give an accurate diagnosis yet until she's properly examined by a well qualified doctor at the hospital. But it seems like she has a brain damage…”“A brain damage? Is it fatal?”“Like I said, Mr Perry, we can't know for sure till we've examined her at the hospital”Angela groaned, feeling her head throbbing.“What happened? Who are you guys and where are you taking me?”He squatted so he was looking directly into her eyes, he gave her hand a little squeeze as he spoke. “You're going to the hospital, you were involved in a small accident but you'll be okay.”Angela looked deep into his beautiful, blue eyes and felt as if she could trust this blue-eyed stranger with a calming deep voice. Even though she didn't know him, she felt as if she had seen
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The Billionaire’s Assistant Epilogue
THREE MONTHS LATERShe stared at her reflection in the mirror, and a satisfied smile crept up her lips.Today was the most important day of her life. Her wedding day!She closed her eyes and let her mind drift to the day Tristan proposed to her two months ago.***************It was another cold day, as usual. It was a work day, but instead of going to work, Tristan had insisted they go to the same restaurant they went on her first day of working with him, and that they bring Zoe.She didn't understand why Tristan would choose to go to a restaurant instead of work and what was even more strange was that he insisted that he wanted to drive. He usually lets his driver do the driving, so she found it strange.After making sure that Zoe was seated and buckled in with the seatbelt, she sat in the passengers seat in front and Tristan got behind the wheel. As he adjusted the rear-view mirror, he winked at Zoe, who giggled and bounced happily in the back, the entire ride.All efforts to calm
The Billionaire’s Assistant Seventy-three
“I'm telling you, Tristan, it's that bad.”She said to Tristan over Facetime.He had called her by eight pm New Zealand Standard Time and she was telling him how things were with Zoe.She couldn't bring herself to sleep on the mattress, so, after tucking Zoe in and making sure she was asleep, she went to the living room and lay on the couch instead. “And get this, turns out she's been living here using my name.”“Are you serious?” He asked, the shock on his face mirroring hers.“I am. Her neighbour called me Angela, and I found these fake documents and ID's inside the kitchen closet. It all had my name. None of it has her name. It's creepy.”“So, her daughter doesn't know her real name either?”“She doesn't. Apparently, she's been living a lie for seven years. As crazy as it is, it did give me an idea.” She replied with a faraway look in her eyes.“What idea?” Tristan asked with raised eyebrows. She smiled at him as she answered, “You know how she told me not to ever let her daught
The Billionaire’s Assistant Seventy-two
The twenty-one-hour flight took it’s toll on her. Even though there had been two stops along the way, she was exhausted and sick by the time she got to New Zealand. She had also bought some things for Zoe as a way to earn her trust.Tristan called to check on her three times, and he sounded better. At least that's an improvement.She stopped a taxi and gave the driver the address Annabelle gave her. It was almost an hour drive from the airport and along the way, she kept wondering what she would tell Zoe. Where would she say her mother was? And how would she explain that she was her aunt? Because she was pretty sure Annabelle never mentioned her to Zoe.She was so lost in thought, she didn't realize they were already at her destination. The driver had to honk the car horn to snap her out of her thoughts.“We're here.” He announced after getting her attention.“Oh. Thank you.” She answered as she paid him. He helped her offload her luggage and then, he drove off.Angela stared at the
The Billionaire’s Assistant Seventy-one
Tristan, Taylor and Angela arrived at the hospital to find a panic-stricken, worn out Tessa, pacing around. Her arm was bandaged too.“What happened? Where's mum?” Tristan asked, trying to rush into the emergency ward, but was stopped by Tessa.“Tristan, you can't go in there yet. Please, calm down.”“What exactly happened, Tessa?” Angela asked.“Yeah, how did she get shot.” Taylor added.“She went to confront Amy and we were on our way back when our car was ambushed and some men wearing masks surrounded us. They killed the driver and shot mum in the chest through the windscreen. They shot at me too, but it missed narrowly, and my arm got hit instead. They took off immediately and that's when I called the ambulance.”“How is she? Will she make it?” Tristan asked with wide-eyes. Tessa looked dismayed as she averted her gaze. Tristan was about to say something when Tessa's husband Connor came rushing in.“Honey,” he exclaimed as he rushed towards her. He hugged her, then he examined he
The Billionaire’s Assistant Seventy
The car came to a halt in front of the Perry's grand mansion. Marie stepped out first, not waiting for the driver to open the door for them.Her eyes was red and her complexion was pale. She stormed out of the car and marched furiously inside the house, ignoring her children completely.“Mum, are you okay? What happened?” Tessa asked, trying to block her path. But, one glare from Marie, made her move. She rushed towards Tristan, who was being helped out of the car by Angela and Alan.“What's wrong with mum? She looks ready to murder someone.” She asked Tristan, who exchanged a glance with Angela.“What does that look mean? What's happening?” She asked in alarm.“Is father home?” Tristan asked.“Yeah, but that doesn't answer my question. Why is mum so furious?” She asked again, visibly frustrated that no one was answering her question.“Where is he?” Tristan asked again.“In his study. For God's sake, why isn't anyone answering the damn question? What happened to mum?” she yelled.Just
The Billionaire’s Assistant Sixty-nine
She sat in front of a tiny glass window in a cubicle, tapping her fingers nervously on the table and lost in thought.It's been three days since she was discharged from the hospital and she had been putting off the idea of seeing her sister in prison till she couldn't anymore.She had to gather up all her courage to come here, concluding that Annabelle could not hurt her again as she was already behind bars.Now, sitting here, all that courage seemed to have faltered and she wondered if it was too late to leave. Just then, she looked up and her whole body tensed as she saw a haggard-looking Annabelle in cuffs, being escorted by a police officer. The officer removed the cuffs from her wrists and she slumped to the chair. Angela inhaled and tried to calm her nerves and her shaking hands as she picked up the phone in front of her. Annabelle did the same and for a few seconds, neither of them said a word to each other. They just stared, with the phone in their ears and different though
The Billionaire’s Assistant Sixty-eight
She remained silent, just staring blankly, throat dry, heart pounding until Tristan felt the need to speak.“Angela, please say something.”She finally focused her gaze on him, as the blank stare left her face. “Where is she?” she asked.“Detained,” Tristan answered.“Angie, she wants to see you,” Jane said, looking worried. Angela shifted her gaze to Jane as seven of the coldest words she had ever said, fell out of her mouth.“I have nothing to say to her!”“She's still your sister…” Tristan was saying, but she cut him short.“Was my sister! Now, I have no sister. I remember everything she did to me, including hiring those two men to beat me up. I was pregnant! And she knew it. You know what they said to me? They told me that she said they should get rid of it by any means necessary. She's the reason all this is happening. She could have killed you too, Tristan. And you say she's my sister? No, if she were my sister, she would never have done all that to me.”She yelled, angry tears
The Billionaire’s Assistant Sixty-seven
Her head was hurting so she once again thought she was hallucinating. Even though she just heard his voice, she couldn't bring herself to believe he was looking at her and talking to her. He was in a coma, so how was he doing any of that?“Are you okay?” he asked, startling her.“Y—you. You're awake?”“Surprised?” he asked with a smile.“I am. The doctor said it would probably take at least a month before you woke up.” Her face twisted in horror as she said, “Oh no, don't tell me I was unconscious for a month!” Tristan chuckled as he responded, “No, you weren't unconscious for a month, you were unconscious for a week.”“A week?” Angela asked as her face paled in horror. “Why? What happened?”“According to the doctor, when you fell, you hit your head pretty bad and since you already had a brain injury, it triggered something. But do you feel okay now? Did you forget anything?”She raked her brain, trying to figure out if she forgot anything, but she couldn't think of anything she mig
