All Chapters of BILLIONAIRES: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I looked away first. Keeping my hands in the pocket of my jacket, I sauntered towards her, and sat in the space beside her. I knew she still had her eyes on me, so I didn't attempt to look at her. I only looked up at the sky.  "When will these rainy days end?" I started a conversation with her.  "Hey, don't divert from the topic. I asked you why you're here," she blurted out.  I turned to her. "You think I'm joking? I said to make you mine." She scoffed. "Pi-lease, just shut up. If you know you don't have anything to say, leave." "Okay. But first, I need us to emphasize on why you pecked me that night." I leaned into my seat, crossed my legs over each other, glued my eyes to her.  Suddenly, she spotted something on her shirt, and paid attention to that. "Cause, I was… being emotional." "Really? Is that the reaso

I wasn't comfortable with Harold having to stalk me this much, but well, he had a point. He had said he had done that because he really needed my and Seth's relationship to grow with so much love. He had said he wanted us to spend some time with each other. He had a point, but if I went to London, what would happen to my work?  Seth glared at himself, obviously flustered. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior, and sighed. There was no point in him being angry at his dad. The old man only wanted to help us grow.  But, there was one thing that had been creeping in my head since Harold had spoken. He had said that he knew his son could hardly be committed to one woman, which was why he wanted Seth to get used to me. To be honest, that statement had been bothering me. It was kind of giving me some doubts. Like, what if Seth was doing all this to get something from me? I knew I should trust him, but those who I had trusted in the pa

Erin ••••• I didn't know work could be this hard. When Louella had told me to manage everything around here, I had thought it wouldn't be a big deal. But no, it was more than being a big deal! What was I going to do now? My phone beeped from where it laid. Taking it, I sulked at myself when I saw it was a text from my therapist. Like the frustrated person I was, I dropped the phone, propped my elbows on the table, ran my fingers into my hair.  "Ugh!" I groaned.  This was so annoying. Why did my camping have to be today? Louella had been around all along, but the camping hadn't been available. Now that I was the only one left here, the camping date had to be today. Rachel wasn't around as well.  I took my phone, debating with myself on whether or not to tell my therapist to wipe my name off the campers' list. About doing that, I

Erin••••• This camping was going to be so much fun. It was already three in the afternoon, and I was more than ready to enjoy myself. First, it would be fun to meet a bunch of new people. Second, I loved trekking, which meant this camping would satisfy me to the peak.  I tied my hair in a bun, smiled. Glimpsing at the jean shorts and black shirt I was wearing, I smiled. I knew I was pretty. Walking to my travelling bag, I grabbed the white sneakers I had brought, slipped them on, and sighed. All that was left was to package my backpack. And, I was able to do that in only a few minutes.  Now, I was set to leave.  I made my way out of the tent after slinging the backpack over my shoulder. A grin formed on my lips the moment I stepped out. I inhaled the coolness of the air around me, shutting my eyes. I had had a long year dealing with so many emotional br

Celina••••••••• This was getting too hard for me. This was ruining my emotional sense. This was affecting my mental health.  I stared at the glass of Scotch in my hand, smirked at it because I didn't want to cry. Tears were in my eyes, but I wasn't going to cry. Yes, this was an obsession, but who cared? My life was getting miserable. He had been gone for three days, but hadn't taken time to send me a call. About four or five months ago, he had paid attention to no one but me. He had never lived a day without speaking with me.  Enraged, feeling like stabbing something or someone, I threw my glass of Scotch against the floor, leaped from my seat, panting hard like an angry lion.  Of course, this wasn't the first time Seth would be with a woman, but this time around, he had truly fallen for her. If he hadn't truly