All Chapters of Paid to the Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mariella’s POV“You look as if you’re utterly serious!” Minerva laughed at my tone of voice. My eyes are on the verge of pouring like rain. “I’m not joking,” she halted her cup of coffee just a few inches from her lips. “I am serious, Minerva.” “Mariella…” Dear Heavens, I always adore how the smoothness of my name casually comes out from her lips. “It’s impossible that I cannot meet Darwin. He was named by Derrick as my guardian.” I gave her an awkward and breathy laugh, one that made her pursed her lips. “Are you okay?” she asked. I looked up to her, narrowing my eyes. “Do you have a heart, Minerva?” “Of course I do.” She took a small bite from that oatmeal cookie that comes with the coffee, “Let’s change the topic. I bet the story of my life bores you.” “No.” I leaned closer. “It was Darwin who bored me.” “Because he’s not that sexy for you?” I shook my head. “Nope...” I then lifted my g

Gyzell’s POVMy body is scarred, filled with bruises that no one can see. I can only feel it—the pain, his betrayal, the smell of breath due to alcohol, and my naked body. Though my bruises aren’t black and blue, the remnants, the pain, of it still lingers in my petite body. I didn’t realize that I was drunk, that I was already feasted by a man. That I have unknowingly given him consent. I didn’t say I’m mad at Kevin. I wasn’t just prepared for someone whom I trust so much to take advantage of an intoxicated woman like me. He was in tears in front of me. I don’t know why he was crying as he put my clothes on my body first, before grabbing his, with tears still in his face. Kevin was handsome. He looks like a playboy but he acts like a gentleman. I’m afraid to say he’s kind but I’ve got to say it: Kevin’s kind. Especially when he slid my underwear with his own hands; he was the one who put on the clothes that I was supposed to

Kevin’s POVThe weather is cloudy outside. But for me, it’s like the sun has never left my soul. There she is, sitting on the very corner of this fine dining restaurant, wearing beauty as always. She’s wearing a ruby blouse with a garnet brooch and blue fitting jeans. Her belt glints like diamond as the light of the chandelier cast upon it. But Gyzell herself is more than any jewel. She’s a diamond in the rough. I inhaled and exhaled, then proceeded to walk towards her. A waiter bowed before me and I requested a bottle of champagne for two on table fourteen. He said the young lady had already ordered a bottle of rose wine, along with two wine glasses. Rose wine…. I thought. She is now the one who proclaimed this meeting as a date. A freaking, sweet-with-classical-music date. I was wearing a simple plain white polo shirt. It looks sexy, at least according to my mother. I lied to her that I am finally dating someon

Jocelyn’s POVHer phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb? Never mind, Damon’s eyes are at me. He’ll definitely put something on my drink tonight again. I grabbed my cigarette by myself. As soon as I was about to bring it on my lips, my phone lit up. “I want to see you naked, babe…” Damn, does my boyfriend know that I am on vacation? Why is he bothering me this time of year?

Gyzell’s POVKevin pushed harder to me as I gripped tightly on the hem of the bathroom curtains. He held my bosom as he rocked harder, thrust faster. I can feel him in my stomach. This is strange, I know. But at least it’s more romantic than our first time. Slow, gentle, kissing, then slow again. Then, he transitioned to a faster, feral, and wilder pace. The bathroom curtains were now on the floor, as well as the rod that held it. I moved closer to the toilet bowl and lowered its cover. Facing him while sitting atop it, I opened wider for him. Here, in this very moment, he slid his material into the wetness of mine. I have nothing to grip. So, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face gently to me. He tried to kiss me, but I dodge away. A minute has passed and I am almost laying atop the toilet as if it was a bed. It hurts down there. But love hurts, I would even let it bite me after all those tears that