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The Billionaire's First Choice Where Is Jacob
As Andrew and Emily settled into bed, ready to embrace the embrace of sleep, their thoughts turned to Jacob. It was unusual for him to be awake at this hour, and a slight unease crept into their minds. They exchanged concerned glances, silently agreeing to check on Jacob before finally retiring for the night.The house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Andrew and Emily tiptoed out of their room, their footsteps barely making a sound as they made their way through the corridors, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of Jacob.They checked the living room, the kitchen, and even the backyard, calling out Jacob's name in hushed tones. Each call echoed softly in the silent house, but there was no response. Anxiety started to build in their chests as minutes ticked by without any trace of Jacob.Feeling a growing sense of urgency, Andrew and Emily hurried to their grandparents' room. They knocked gently and entered, their faces reflecting
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice Forgiveness
As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Adam found himself at the door, responding to the persistent knocking that had disrupted the tranquil start to the day. Expecting the unexpected, he swung the door open, greeted by the sight of his daughter, Sarah, standing there with a playful twinkle in her eyes."I heard you guys had a wonderful reunion, and nobody invited me," Sarah exclaimed with mock indignation, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.Adam's laughter echoed through the hallway as he welcomed Sarah inside. "I thought you were off on your usual rock-climbing escapades, causing havoc and heart attacks wherever you go."Sarah's eyes sparkled with amusement as she stepped into the familiar embrace of her childhood home. "Oh, Dad, you know I can't resist a good adventure."Ina's melodious voice drifted down from upstairs as she descended to join the gathering. Her presence added a layer of warmth and familiarity to the scene, enveloping everyone in a sense of homeco
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice Sarahs Love Story
The next morning, the sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden hue over the serene neighborhood where Adam and Nina lived. Birds chirped melodiously, heralding the start of a new day. Sarah, known for her adventurous spirit and love for the outdoors, decided to go for an early morning jog. Dressed in her athletic wear, she laced up her running shoes and headed out, eager to embrace the fresh morning air and clear her mind.Sarah jogged down familiar paths, her pace steady and rhythmic. She enjoyed the solitude of her morning runs, the time to reflect and rejuvenate. Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed the figure running towards her from the opposite direction. It wasn’t until they were a few steps apart that she realized they were on a collision course. Before she could react, they slammed into each other, both losing their balance and tumbling to the ground.“Ow,” Sarah muttered, rubbing her elbow. She looked up to see a man extending his hand to help her up. His concern was
Last Updated : 2024-06-17The Billionaire's First Choice Jakes Story
After meeting Andrew and Anthony's family, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of embarrassment that settled over me. It wasn't just the reminders of our shared past, but the stark contrast between my current state and their successes. They had achieved so much, while I was still stuck, unable to find a job because of my criminal record. The history of assault loomed over me like a dark cloud, tainting every job application I submitted. No company wanted to hire someone with my background.I returned home, where my father’s voice echoed through the house, filled with frustration and disappointment. "Jake, you need to find something to do! You can't just sit around all day!" His words were a constant reminder of my failures. My mother, though kinder in her approach, couldn't hide her worry. I knew I had to do something. The sense of being a burden, of failing to live up to even the most basic expectations, was suffocating.That night, lying on my bed, I made a decision. I would tak
Last Updated : 2024-06-21The Billionaire's First Choice A Cold Reception
I stepped out of the car, my heart racing as I gazed up at the mansion. It loomed before me, a monolith of glass and steel that seemed to stretch endlessly towards the sky. The grandeur of the place was overwhelming, each detail meticulously crafted to convey an air of both luxury and impenetrable security. My nerves were on edge, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach as I followed Mr. Nelson up the driveway. Mr. Nelson walked with a purposeful stride, his gaze fixed straight ahead. He didn’t look back, and his silence was as imposing as the house itself. I struggled to keep pace, feeling like an outsider in this world of opulence. The mansion’s vastness seemed to mock me, each step echoing in the marble foyer as I tried to shake off the unease that had settled over me. The front entrance was a marvel of modern design, with glass doors that shimmered in the dimming light. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of inadequacy. I was just a guy trying to make a fresh start, and here I w
Last Updated : 2024-07-28The Billionaire's First Choice Don't Steal Anything
The first rays of morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred awake on the hard floor, the blanket I’d used as a makeshift bed bunched around me. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, I realized I was being watched. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to find Mr. Nelson standing over me, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Why did you sleep on my floor?” he asked, his voice devoid of any warmth or emotion. It was a question that seemed to cut right through me, exposing my vulnerability and discomfort. I scrambled to my feet, my mind racing. “I’m sorry,” I stammered, bowing deeply and repeatedly. My face burned with embarrassment, and I could feel the heat of my own shame. I hadn’t expected to be caught in such a compromising position, and the boss’s scrutiny only made it worse. Mr. Nelson’s expression remained impassive. “Okay,” he said, his voice as flat as ever. “Make me something to eat and go take a shower. You look a m
Last Updated : 2024-07-28The Billionaire's First Choice With My Boss
The mansion was eerily quiet on my second evening of work. The silence was punctuated only by the soft rhythm of my cleaning. I glanced at the clock—11:15 PM. I was still unfamiliar with Mr. Nelson’s routine, so his absence was unsettling. I hoped nothing was wrong. Just then, the rumble of Mr. Nelson’s car echoed from the driveway. I set down the cloth and went to greet him. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, unsure of what to expect from my employer, especially after his behavior the previous day. He stumbled through the front door, the scent of alcohol wafting into the room before he did. His usually sharp attire was in disarray, and his face was flushed. Mr. Nelson’s gait was unsteady, his movements erratic. “Evening, Mr. Nelson,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He barely acknowledged me, mumbling a garbled response. “Evening,” he said, his voice thick with drunkenness. He staggered into the living room, bumping into furniture. As he made his
Last Updated : 2024-07-29The Billionaire's First Choice A Morning After
As dawn broke, I lay in the guest room, staring at Mr. Nelson’s sleeping face. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his features. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions from the previous night, and I couldn’t shake the sense of confusion and regret that lingered. I quietly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Mr. Nelson. My clothes from the night before were in disarray, and the room was filled with the remnants of our passionate encounter. With a heavy heart, I gathered the few belongings I had brought with me—my shirt and the clothes I had worn on my first day. I deliberately left behind anything Mr. Nelson had bought for me, not wanting to keep any reminders of the night’s events. As I packed my belongings, I took one last, lingering look at Mr. Nelson. His face was peaceful, oblivious to the turmoil I was feeling. I closed the door quietly behind me and stepped out into the hallway. The mansion, once imposing and grand, now felt cold a
Last Updated : 2024-07-29
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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
The Billionaire's First Choice Special Chapter
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
