All Chapters of Transmigrated Into A Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amy"Just plain brown wraps??" I picked the properly rolled joints to examine and dropped it back in the tray on the table. They all looked like mini cone tobacco and you could smell the strong skunk stench all over, it was obviously the good stuff, probably a hybrid that was very much exclusive to just rich people. My blood rushed in excitement just thinking about how lit it was going to be.Lara placed different small snacks and cakes in bowls that all smelt good before us. How on earth did this woman whip stuff like this in minutes? So not only did she look like a goddess and fucking wonder woman but she also had the baking speed of a confectionery goddess. Azariah came back and sat on the couch adjacent to me which was close enough since the chairs were just little red couches placed at ninety degrees of each other forming two baseless triangles surrounding the center table."Are you superhuman??" I asked Lara as she brought the next batch of snacks which I didn't even know tha

A sharp piercing pain hit the side of my head as I hit the hard concrete and instant darkness overwhelmed my vision.A distant cry of my name was all the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness. ~~~~~"Hi...hey officer, I'm Alexander Miller, the host of the fundraiser and—" Xander wasn't able to finish his oh so polite introduction when he got interrupted by the detective."I know who you are, Mr. Alexander and I believe you are Miss Alice, right?" He looked in Alice's direction and he nodded his head, vaguely writing information down his notepad. His gun was very visible to public eyes and he looked like he was very much more from the south. His accent wasn't all that strong but his short curled hair with his way of dressing almost like an old sheriff from a town in Louisiana. Xander recognised the accent anywhere. As a child, he spent a lot of time in the farm house and then in his country house where his grandpa still lived. The crawling disturbing a

"Reporting live from Greenland hall, Two of the youngest New York CEOs are currently being rushed to suncity hospital where they are to be treated. No one at the moment can provide a good enough information of what exactly went down at Greenland's event…" "Earlier this evening, there were sparks of rumors yet to be confirmed that CEO of the Garcia foundation, Miss Araceli Garcia was having an affair with The CEO and business partner, Mr Yandel Baldwin of Baldwin enterprise. This information was sent from unknown source and people continue to wonder what manner of fundraiser event this is as—" "Switch off that goddamn TV, Douglas or you will find pieces of it somewhere in your eyes, don't test me," Mrs. Garcia snared and Douglas immediately plugged out the wire for the TV in fear that the remote might just fuck up and then end him in the hospital.Was this Miller's plan all along? To make Araceli the bad guy in the face of the media all along while he was the cheat. At this point, Mr

Amy"I should have seen the red flags…" My own voice echoed in my head.I was so used to getting hurt that at this point a sense of relief attacked my emotional weak state. It was a redo or rather a replay from my past. It has always happened like this. Men who I started to fall for just ended up being assholes.But Azariah was different, So was Peter, so was the rest of the shitty guys I attracted. It was almost as if I was nothing but a game, some little grandma favorite son trophy to take home to satisfy their childish ego. But Azariah caught me off guard. He was goofy, eccentric, and weird. These weren't qualities that were associated with assholes. It was a different kind of aback this time, this time I learnt and today I have been taught, nothing genuine existed. Maybe I should be more into girls, Lara seemed happy with her life, she seemed so much more mentally stable and emotionally collected. I knew I couldn't make myself start liking girls, sadly that wasn't how body bioc

Amy"I'm not a red flag, Amy. Me, speaking my truth out in the open for you to judge doesn't make me a red flag. I'm not my brother…" Mariah held onto my arm with a well calculated desperate look on her face. I took my time to study the beautiful woman in front of me, from her slit eyebrow, to the silver and black rings, to the black knuckles tattoos of what looked like constellations, She definitely screamed her own person and showed that she made most of her decisions herself, she was a full meaning of herself.She wasn't like me. It was not in the aspect of being the richest family in the business world or the fact that she had an incredible amount of assets at her age because we were born in different mangers. It was not About her money, she was just one hundred percent her. She declared who she was so publicly and out spoken while I showed a fragment of my image. I wasn't that brave of a person. I only let my self on display when I was under the influence and made sure others