All Chapters of The Billionaire's Wonderland: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sirens blared at full capacity as the cop cars sped down Walker Street. Deputy Halden pressed his right foot onto the gas pedal harder, and the car’s engine revved violently. These were the cases that broke even the hardest men down, and he knew that this one would be no different. He sighed as his partner placed a hand on his shoulder, they had to stay as calm as possible, and Halden knew it. He stopped the car once they reached the address the dispatcher had given them. This was it, and there was no going back. With one hand on his gun and the other on his walkie talkie, he advanced towards the beaten down door. A man was being dragged out in cuffs, and hurtling crude words towards the officers restraining him, and Halden had to suck in a deep breath to keep from losing his cool. Officers were lining the streets, and residents were clamoring out of their houses to see what was going on in their quiet neighborhood. Halden told a few of them to remain on their own property and t

A few days went by, and the weather just got colder and colder here in Seattle as November came to a grueling end. I was working on getting our fall collection out on the floor when I heard the bell at the front door ding. Reece was on her lunch break, and I saw that it was actually Ford Mitchell in the flesh. His midnight hair swept across his forehead, and sweat glistened on his perfect features. I only tilted my head in confusion until I remembered my conversation from a few days back with Mr. Grumpy Lawyer. A small smile formed on my face, and I thought he would be the same man that I had handed the company to. The meetings were actually quite enjoyable as we worked on the price and the negotiations. He seemed like a well fit man for the company, and he ran his other businesses with precision. My assumptions were made to be wrong, however, because as soon as he saw me, a scowl made its way onto his lips. “You.” He roared, stomping up to the register. Shock covered my face as I

The morning sun was peeking through my pale pink curtains, and as usual I cursed myself for having that be my favorite color. Though they tied the room together nicely with the theme, a chic modern contemporary with whites, pinks and golds, they hardly allowed the sun to be shaded correctly. My shop was always closed on Friday through Sunday, Reece had another job on the weekends, and I wouldn’t do that to her. Heather, my other employee, only worked nights, and it wouldn’t make sense to open for such a short amount of time. I wanted to sleep in more, but I knew getting that man his phone as fast as possible would ensure that I would never have to see him again. I wanted to regret selling the company to him, truly, I did, but seeing as how he had made it one of his top companies, and kept it flourishing, I couldn’t say that I did. I constantly googled its progress the first few years and Carroll Publishing’s net worth doubled in the first year after he took over. Clearly he knew what

The wind whistled past our skin as we walked down the streets of Seattle. It bothered Kansas, who sported a smaller coat than mine, but I was okay with it for once. I was determined to drown my sorrows from this morning, and a little wind wasn’t going to deter me from such. When we arrived at the club, Adonis, I saw that the line was exceedingly long, and the bouncer was not having a good time. He was scolding a few underaged girls for having fake IDs, and they didn’t seem to want to budge, until one of the guests in line barked at them to leave. It was amusing to watch, and we made our way to the back of the line. Getting in didn’t take as long as I thought, and I held back a smart remark when the bouncer tried to say my ID was fake. Partly because no one had thought I would ever move back to Seattle, but when he saw that my ID was real with his blacklight, and that I was who I said I was, he let me in with an apology. I only nodded my head and walked past him. Kansas met me inside

I could say that Sunday was boring, and uneventful, and normally it would be, but in reality, it was a whirlwind of adventures. It wasn’t even nine in the morning. I woke up earlier than I wanted at five, and almost forgot a few important papers for my meeting with Illiana.She was a stylish young girl, a foot or two taller than me, and I was almost always starstruck at the eclecticism that showed in her work. She had a certain finesse when it came to her clothing style, and there was never a time that I wasn’t impressed with her work. When I arrived at her studio, she had her collection laid out on her tables, and there wasn’t a stitch out of place. Illiana prided herself on having perfect structure when it came to her clothing. Her color pallet was impeccable, and the story her collection told was sophisticated in nature. A jumpsuit of oranges and reds, scattered with strips of perfectly, yet imperfect tulle lined the sides, a few button up shirts with reds, yellows, and browns ti