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The Billionaire's First Choice Andrews Story
After I finished university, I took over my father’s business in the city. The company was thriving under my leadership, and I had gained a reputation as someone not to be trifled with. I ran a tight ship, both in my professional and personal life. Everyone knew I was strict, precise, and intolerant of any nonsense.One particular day, I was returning from a meeting with some business associates. We were discussing the latest quarterly figures and upcoming projects when our car came to an abrupt stop. I looked up, annoyed by the interruption, and saw a woman standing defiantly in front of the vehicle.She was stunning, with a fierce determination in her eyes. She looked to be around 27 or 28 years old. As I stepped out of the car to address the situation, she marched right up to me and, to my utter shock, slapped me across the face. My bodyguards immediately moved to restrain her, but I held up a hand to stop them.“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded, rubbing my stinging cheek.
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice The kidnap
After that particular time, I made it a point to visit Emily regularly. Our interactions remained somewhat distant, but there was a subtle shift in her demeanor, a slight thawing of the icy walls she had built around herself. The orphanage had become a sanctuary for me, a place where the corporate world’s stresses seemed to dissolve. Yet, as the demands of my business increased, my visits grew less frequent.I remember the last day I saw Emily before everything changed. It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and the children were playing outside. Emily was overseeing their activities, her face alight with a rare smile. I had to leave early that day, a crucial meeting awaiting my attention. As I left, I promised her I’d be back soon. She simply nodded, a shadow of disappointment crossing her face, but she didn’t voice any complaints.The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of corporate chaos. A major merger was in the works, and my attention was required at every turn. Late nights and earl
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice Heartbeat
Emily stirred, her body aching from the ordeal, her mind foggy with remnants of fear and confusion. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself in the familiar surroundings of her room at the orphanage. The soft morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the walls. As she turned her head, she noticed Andrew, slumped in a chair beside her bed, fast asleep.His suit was wrinkled, his tie loosened, and a hint of stubble shadowed his jawline. The sight of him, so uncharacteristically disheveled, brought a lump to her throat. She could see the toll the past day had taken on him, the strain evident in the lines on his face even in sleep. He had stayed with her, she realized. He had been there, watching over her, ensuring her safety.Emily shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable, and the movement must have woken Andrew. He blinked groggily, his eyes taking a moment to focus. When he saw her awake, a wave of relief washed over his features, and he immediately
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice The Question
Emily stepped out of the large office building, the glow of a successful meeting still fresh on her face. She had just finished discussing a new fundraiser for the orphanage with some of the city's most influential donors. It was a crucial meeting, and Emily had felt the weight of its importance. As she stepped onto the bustling streets of the city, she felt a sense of accomplishment.However, her satisfaction quickly turned to concern as she glanced at her watch and realized the bus that was supposed to take her back had already left. Panic began to set in as dark clouds gathered overhead, and soon enough, the sky opened up, releasing a heavy downpour. Emily had no umbrella and nowhere to go. She stood on the sidewalk, drenched, feeling increasingly helpless.Her thoughts quickly turned to Andrew. They had grown closer over the past weeks, and though she hesitated to rely on him too much, she knew he would help her. She took a deep breath and pulled out her phone, dialing his number.
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice Ex Huband
Andrew’s question hung in the air, creating a tense silence. Emily’s eyes widened, and she felt a sudden rush of emotions she had been trying to keep buried for so long. Without saying a word, she abruptly stood up and grabbed her bag, making for the door."Emily, wait!" Andrew called out, but she was already outside, the rain soaking her once more as she hurried away from the house.Andrew ran after her, the cold rain quickly drenching him as well. He found Emily standing on the sidewalk, tears mingling with the raindrops on her face. She was shaking, whether from the cold or the emotional turmoil, he couldn't tell."Emily, please," Andrew said softly, reaching out to her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."Emily turned to face him, her eyes filled with pain. "Why did you have to bring him up? Why did you have to remind me of my ex-husband?" she cried, her voice breaking.Andrew felt a pang of guilt and regret. He stepped closer, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her. Emily r
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice Growing Feelings
Emily woke up the next morning to the soft aroma of coffee and the sizzle of something delicious being cooked. She stretched, feeling the comfort of Andrew's bed enveloping her. She blinked in the morning light, recalling the events of the previous night. She felt a mix of emotions—relief, embarrassment, and a strange sense of warmth knowing that Andrew had been there for her.Pushing aside the blanket, Emily made her way downstairs, following the enticing smells to the kitchen. There, she found Andrew, already up and busy at the stove, his hair slightly tousled and his expression focused. He looked up as she entered and smiled warmly."Good morning, Emily," he said, his voice gentle. "I hope you slept well."Emily returned his smile, feeling a bit shy. "Good morning, Andrew. Yes, I did, thank you. And thank you for letting me stay.""Of course," Andrew replied, turning back to the stove. "Come, sit down. Breakfast is almost ready."Emily walked over to the small table by the kitchen
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice Be My Girlfriend
The following week, Andrew decided it was time to visit the orphanage. As his car pulled up to the front gates, the excited chatter of children filled the air. They noticed him almost immediately, and in a flurry of laughter and little feet pounding the ground, they ran to greet him. Their excitement was infectious, and Andrew couldn't help but smile.Emily, hearing the commotion from inside, stepped out onto the porch. Her eyes lit up when she saw Andrew surrounded by the children, their faces beaming with joy. She walked over, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days."Andrew, what a nice surprise," she said, her smile widening.Andrew, standing in the middle of the energetic group, looked up at her, his eyes filled with warmth. "Hey, Emily. I was in the area and thought I’d stop by."Emily's smile deepened. "The children seem to be very happy about that."Andrew knelt down, addressing the children who were clinging to his legs and arms. "How would you all feel if I took your be
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice He Returns
Emily woke up to the soft light of dawn streaming through her bedroom window, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that had eluded her for years. She stretched lazily, thinking about the wonderful evening she had spent with Andrew. The children were still asleep, and the orphanage was quiet, a rare moment of tranquility.Suddenly, the serenity was shattered by a loud, angry shout. "Where is that slut? Where is the woman who sent me to jail?"Emily's heart stopped. She recognized the voice immediately—deep, rough, and filled with rage. It was her ex-husband, Mark. Panic surged through her as she leaped out of bed and ran to the window. There, in the front yard of the orphanage, stood Mark, his face twisted in fury.She hurriedly pulled on a robe and rushed downstairs, her mind racing with fear. How did he find her? What did he want? As she stepped out onto the porch, she saw Mark storming towards the entrance. The children, awakened by the commotion, were gathering around, their fa
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When we got home, I took Philip by the hand and led him to the living room. Richard followed closely behind, a concerned look etched on his face. I sat down on the couch and gently pulled Philip onto my lap, wiping the remnants of tears from his cheeks. "Hey, buddy," I said softly, trying to catch his gaze. "What’s wrong? Why were you crying today? You know you can talk to me." Philip looked up at me, his eyes still watery, and whimpered. "My classmate said... his father said that... people who have two dads are disgusting." His voice wavering as he spoke, and my heart broke at his words. I felt a surge of protective anger but pushed it down, focusing on comforting my son. "Oh, Philip," I said, pulling him close. "I'm so sorry you had to hear that." Philip continued, his small voice trembling. "I didn’t like the way he was talking about you and Daddy. But you always says not to fight, so I didn’t want to fight him." I hugged him tightly, trying to shield him from the hurt. "Y
The Billionaire's First Choice Special Chapter 2
"Babe, look at what you’ve done to my shirt. Now everyone’s going to know we did something before coming here," I said, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on my shirt. Richard just looked at me with that teasing glint in his eye, smirking. "Well, I wanted you and I had you. is that so bad. You are my husband, so I have every right to," if anyone has a problem with that they can resign, he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Stop it," I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Stop looking at me like that." I turned my eyes to the window, trying to hide my smile. Richard chuckled, reaching out to touch my shoulder. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm sorry. Forgive this love of yours." I would think about forgiving you I say as I glanced at the dashboard clock and felt a jolt of panic. "Shit, we’re ten minutes late!" I exclaimed, hurriedly opening the car door and making a run for the office entrance. Behind me, I could hear Richard laughing as he followed. "Babe, calm down," he called aft
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I stood at the base of the stairs, calling out to my son. "Philip, come here, buddy!" My voice echoed through the spacious house, but there was no response. Suddenly, the pitter-patter of small feet resounded, and I spotted Philip darting around the corner, a blur of energy in his Spider-Man pajamas. "I don't want to go to school! I don't want to go to school!" Philip's voice was high-pitched and insistent, matching his determined expression. I sighed but couldn't help smiling. I started after my son, navigating the maze of furniture with ease. "Philip, stop running around. Come here," I called out again, my tone a mix of patience and authority. Philip giggled and zigzagged away, his small frame darting behind the couch. "Catch me if you can, Papa!" he challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Finally, My husband Richard cornered Philip in the living room, scooping him up and rubbing his belly playfully. Philip burst into a fit of giggles, wriggling in Richard's arms. "Gotcha!
The Billionaire's First Choice A New Chapter
The sunlight streamed through the courthouse windows, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Today was the day that Mr. Nelson and I had waited for with bated breath. It was the day of our court wedding—a simple, yet profoundly significant ceremony that marked the culmination of a journey filled with emotional upheavals and personal growth.The courthouse was quiet, its serene atmosphere providing a stark contrast to the chaos and heartache that had marked our recent past. As I stood at the entrance, a sense of euphoria washed over me. The months leading up to this moment had been a whirlwind of healing and reconciliation. We had weathered the storms of argument, pain, and trauma, and today, we were finally able to celebrate the love that had endured despite the trials.Mr. Nelson looked dashing in his tailored suit, his eyes reflecting a joy that had become familiar over the past few weeks. The transformation in him was remarkable. From the cold and distant figure he had once bee
The Billionaire's First Choice The Turning Point.
I woke up to the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and the sterile smell of a hospital room. Blinking through the haze of sleep and confusion, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. My arm was hooked up to an IV drip, a steady stream of fluid feeding into me, and the room was bathed in a dim, artificial light. The soft whir of medical equipment was a constant background noise, punctuated by the occasional rustle of fabric.As I struggled to fully awaken, the door to my room creaked open, and I heard the unmistakable sound of someone rushing in. My mother burst into view, her face a mixture of relief and anguish. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wet with tears, and her expression spoke volumes of the worry she had carried over the past days. She hurried to my bedside, her movements frantic yet tender.“Jake!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. “Oh, Jake, you’re awake!” She reached out and grasped my hand, her fingers cold but firm. The intensity of her relief made me feel an immediat
The Billionaire's First Choice Silent Struggles
The room was shrouded in darkness, the faint light from the street barely penetrating the heavy curtains. It had been days since I had last left the confines of this bed, and my world had shrunk to the size of these four walls. The weight of my despair felt almost tangible, pressing down on me as I lay huddled beneath the covers.I had been crying for what felt like an eternity. The tears had become a constant companion, their salty trails marking my face as I lay motionless. Every time I thought I might stop, a new wave of anguish would rise, dragging me further into the depths of my sorrow. I had not spoken to anyone, had not eaten, and had not even moved from this spot. The only contact with the outside world was the muffled sound of footsteps and voices drifting in from the rest of the house.Today, I heard my mother’s voice again, softer than usual, carrying a note of deep concern that I couldn't ignore even through my numbness. “Jake, dear, I brought you some food. You haven’t e
The Billionaire's First Choice The Confession
Jake stood rigid, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. The opulence of the mansion seemed to close in around him, its grandeur a stark contrast to the turmoil boiling within. Mr. Nelson’s critical gaze was unyielding, a relentless weight pressing down on Jake’s chest. The room was suffocating, each second stretching into eternity as Jake struggled to find his voice. “Mr. Nelson, I—” Jake’s voice wavered, faltering under the intensity of his emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of anxiety and guilt tearing through him. “I need to tell you something important.” Mr. Nelson’s eyes narrowed, his impatience palpable. “Yes, what is it? I’m listening. Go ahead.” Jake’s heart raced, each beat echoing in his ears. The enormity of what he was about to reveal felt like an unbearable weight. He drew in another shaky breath, trying to compose himself. His mind swirled with the enormity of his confession, a confession that he feared would shatter the fragile sembla
The Billionaire's First Choice Clara’s Unexpected Visit
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room as I lay curled up in bed, my thoughts raced in a disjointed whirlwind, struggling to make sense of Clara’s unexpected presence and Mr. Nelson’s indifference. A gentle knock on the door startled me from my restless reverie. I quickly wiped my eyes, hoping to conceal the evidence of my tears. The door creaked open slowly, and Clara’s silhouette appeared in the doorway. Her presence was both surprising and disconcerting. “Clara?” I managed to croak out, my voice cracking with emotion. Clara stepped into the room, her demeanor composed and serene. Her eyes, though soft, held a look of determination. “Jake, I hope I’m not intruding,” she said, her voice soothing yet firm. “I wanted to talk to you for a moment.” I sat up in bed, my heart racing with a mix of anxiety and apprehension. “What’s this about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The last thing I needed was another complication in an already tumultuous d
The Billionaire's First Choice A New character
As the front door of the mansion swung open, Jake stepped inside, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation. The day had been long and intense, filled with high-stakes meetings and a whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of the house was a welcome contrast to the cold professionalism of the office. Jake hoped for a quiet evening to decompress, but fate had other plans.The moment Jake crossed the threshold, he was greeted by the unexpected sight of a woman who looked strikingly similar to Mr. Nelson. She was tall, with the same piercing eyes and high cheekbones that Jake had come to associate with Mr. Nelson. Her presence was commanding yet elegant, and Jake’s curiosity was immediately piqued.He blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Um, hello. Who might you be?”The woman turned to him, her expression a mix of curiosity and surprise. Before she could respond, Mr. Nelson entered behind Jake, his gaze immediately locking onto the woman.“Mom, what are you doing here?” Mr. Nelson’s voice wa
