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The Billionaire's First Choice You Thought it Ended
It had been two years since the day I gave birth to my lovely triplets. Adam and I had named our children Andrew, Anthony, and Anne. Our marriage had been going smoothly until one particular night when everything changed.That evening, I was in the kitchen, preparing a meal for Anne, who was nagging me for food. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Adam stumbled in, reeking of alcohol. My first thought was that he must have gone to a business meeting and ended up drinking too much. I quickly settled Anne in her room and went to assist Adam.As we reached our bedroom, I tried to help him take off his clothes, but he swiped my hand away angrily. "I don't need you," he slurred. "I don't need you to do any fucking thing for me. I can do it myself. I am not a handicapped."His words stung, and I stepped back, shocked and hurt. "Adam, you're drunk. Let me help you," I said softly, trying to keep my voice calm."I said I don't need you!" he shouted, his eyes filled with anger and something els
Last Updated : 2024-06-16The Billionaire's First Choice Emma
The next morning, I woke up early, the echoes of last night's tears still fresh in my mind. I had cried myself to sleep on the couch, unable to bear the thought of lying next to Adam, who seemed to hate me now. The cries of Anthony woke me,quickly followed by the sounds of Andrew and Anne stirring. I went to their room, attended to their needs, changed their diapers, and prepared breakfast.As I moved through the kitchen, I couldn't help but think about our current situation. Living in this big estate seemed unnecessary now, especially after everything that had happened. I suggested to Adam that we move to a more comfortable apartment, still with elevators for convenience. He didn't respond, lost in his own thoughts.Adam woke up a little later. When he saw me, he immediately passed by without a word and went to kiss the children. Laughing and giggling, they played with him. I watched them sorrowfully, feeling a sharp pang in my chest. I couldn't bear the tension between us any
Last Updated : 2024-06-16The Billionaire's First Choice Evidence
Instead of listening to me, Adam turned away, his voice cold and dismissive. "Get out, Ina. I have important things to do."Feeling dejected, I left the bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts of how to make Adam understand that Emma wasn't who she pretended to be. As I stepped out into the hallway, I came face to face with Emma. Without warning, she grabbed my arm and dragged me into one of the guest rooms.Before I could react, she slapped me hard across the face. The sting was sharp, and I stumbled back in shock. "This is your last warning," she hissed. "Don't try to disrupt my plans."I looked her in the eyes, anger and desperation mingling in my gaze. "What do you want from me, Emma? You took everything from me. You got pregnant by my ex-fiance, ran away with my father's money, and now you're back in my husband's life. Why?"Emma laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Oh, you mean Martin? That one's far gone. I already left him. Do you know how I felt when I heard you had married one of
Last Updated : 2024-06-16The Billionaire's First Choice Victoria's Secret
Despite my attempts to bridge the gap between us, Adam continued to ignore me, and Emma’s constant presence only added to the tension. She took every opportunity to threaten me, her malicious smile a constant reminder of her vendetta.One evening, Adam returned home from work, but he was so drunk that the driver had to carry him inside. As soon as Emma saw him, she rushed over, feigning concern. “Adam, what’s wrong?” she cooed, trying to take him from the driver.I emerged from the kitchen, my heart sinking at the sight. “What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended.Emma turned to me, her expression innocent. “I was just trying to help.”Ignoring her, I hurried to Adam’s side and helped him up the elevator and into our room. He reeked of alcohol, his clothes rumpled and dirty. As I tried to help him undress, he suddenly pushed me onto the bed, his movements clumsy but forceful.“I’ve missed you, Ina,” he slurred, kissing me furiously. “I missed you.”Ina's PovAf
Last Updated : 2024-06-16The Billionaire's First Choice Desires
When I got home, I knew I had to get prepared for what I was planning to happen that night with Adam. The day had been long, and the anticipation was building inside me. I set out the lingerie I had bought, each piece more daring than the last. After some contemplation, I decided to go for the red one first. It was bold and fiery, just what I needed to reignite the spark between us.I slipped into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower to relax and prepare myself. As the water cascaded over me, I let my thoughts drift to the evening ahead, imagining Adam's reaction. After drying off, I applied a light layer of lotion, the scent of jasmine lingering in the air. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves.Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully put on the red lingerie, adjusting the straps and making sure everything was in place. The silky fabric clung to my curves, and I felt a surge of confidence. I slipped into a matching robe, the satin cool against my skin. I tied it
Last Updated : 2024-06-16The Billionaire's First Choice Resolved
After I finished bathing and came outside, I saw Ina sitting on the bed, staring down at me. She wasn't wearing anything. Her vulnerability and beauty struck me, and I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. My desire for her was intense, but the turmoil of the past weeks weighed heavily on my mind. Unable to bear my desires and the confusion anymore, I turned around, my voice strained as I said, "Put some clothes on, Ina."She looked at me, puzzled and hurt. "But this is how we normally—""Go and put something on!" I shouted, harsher than I intended. "I need to talk to you about some things, and we can't talk like this."Ina's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't argue further. She got up slowly, her movements graceful despite the tension in the room, and disappeared into the closet. Moments later, she emerged wearing a soft robe that barely concealed her form. She sat back down, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Ina,
Last Updated : 2024-06-16The Billionaire's First Choice Caught
The next day, after we woke up, Ina and I decided that we were going to get to the bottom of everything. We knew we had to act quickly and decisively. As we started our day, we kept a close watch on Emma, waiting for the right moment to make our move.We didn't have to wait long. By mid-morning, we saw Emma leaving the house. Suspecting she might be up to something, we decided to follow her. Disguised in costume masks to avoid being recognized, we tailed her discreetly as she made her way through the city.Emma eventually stopped at a small, inconspicuous restaurant. We followed her inside, keeping a safe distance. From our concealed vantage point, we watched as she took a seat in a secluded corner. To our surprise, she wasn’t alone for long. Two people soon joined her, and Ina gasped softly when she recognized them.“It’s my Stepmom and Martin,” she whispered, her eyes wide with shock. They looked ragged and scattered, their appearances a stark contrast to the suave personas they onc
Last Updated : 2024-06-16The Billionaire's First Choice Peace
The next day, as we woke up, Ina and I were resolute in our decision to bring Emma to justice. We had all the evidence we needed, including the recording of our confrontation with her. We headed straight to the police station, where they received us promptly due to my influence and high prestige.We handed over the evidence to the officers. “This is everything,” I said, placing the documents and recording on the desk. “Emma has been deceiving us and orchestrating a fraud for years.”The chief reviewed the materials and nodded gravely. “We’ll act immediately. This is a serious matter.”The police set up a plan to apprehend Emma. The next day, in the afternoon, Emma came over to the house as usual, not suspecting a thing. The police were already there, waiting in plain clothes. As soon as she stepped inside, they moved swiftly, handcuffing her and reading her rights.Emma’s face twisted in shock and anger. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, struggling against the restraints.“
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The Billionaire's First Choice Special Chapter 3
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
