All Chapters of The Wild Billionaire's Destiny: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JAMESI haven’t felt this crappy since the bachelors. Pain meds and booze–deadly combination. I was still a bit drunk and fucking angry.That’s why I decided to go home. The genuine dilemma was, should I confront Destiny with the photos, or should I just wait and let my investigator do a little snooping?I wanted to stew on it for a while. My fucking head was killing me. I didn’t know what hurt more: my balls, my head, or my heart. Never expected this of her, my sweet naïve Sugar.You were a complete idiot, James Barrington, to allow yourself to be duped by a pretty face and a stunning body. Again.“Mr. Barrington, we’re here.” The driver stopped at my gate.The latter was left wide open. Which was unusual. I tried closing it with the remote control and it didn’t close. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was Ronan’s black Audi in my driveway. That set my blood ablaze.Motioning the driver on through, I checked my Rolex. Barely eight thirty a.m. What the fuck was Ronan doin

JAMESI would have gone home sooner from the doctors, but Charlie called me to meet up with him at a local pub.“Not much to go on, Jimmy. Nothing about her movements that looks suspicious. Except for this one time.”“Spit it out, Charlie.” I was anxious to get home to Destiny. She was alone, and I hadn’t gotten a reply from the security company.Charlie took a swig from the pint I paid for. “Yeah, she went to a construction site where she met up with a strange bloke. Took his photo.” He gave me the photograph of the man. “She gave him something in an envelope and then left.”I looked at the photo, but it was unclear. The man had a cap drawn over his eyes so that it obscured his features. Was this payment for tampering with Destiny’s car’s brakes? This wasn’t solid proof, though.“Can you find out who this man is, Charlie?” I wasn’t about to leave anything to chance. If Jenna had anything to do with the accident or the break in, I wanted hard evidence.“Sure, I’ll see what I can find

DESTINY It was morning. The pale sunlight shone in my eyes from the windows above. I must have dozed off a few times. My body was stiff and sore all over from being in the same position for so long. At least it was light enough to familiarize myself with my surroundings.How long before the man came back? My stomach grumbled loudly. The sandwich I ate last night was long since forgotten, and I was starving. What I wouldn’t give for a cup of coffee, from our coffee maker at home. I missed James so much I wanted to cry. He must be going out of his mind by now.Would he have called the police? The man, Smith, or whatever his name was, would have probably warned him not to. Wasn’t that what they always did in these situations?Out of desperation, I struggled against the cuffs, and the chair moved slightly. Of course, the office chair still had its wheels, and I could move it. Why didn’t I think of it before?I had to use all my strength to move it, as it had accumulated a lot of dust and

DESTINYThe man was gone for what seemed an eternity, and I wished he would disappear from the face of the earth. Just leave me here, forget about me. Someone would eventually find me. But, of course, he came back.My bladder was fit to burst and upon seeing him, the need became more urgent. “I… I need the bathroom.”He rolled his eyes at me. But he bent down to cut my ankles loose. I considered kicking him in the face, but quickly changed my mind because he held the box cutter up to my face.“Don’t be a hero, Missus. I wouldn’t like to cut you.” He hauled me to my feet, shoving me toward the bathroom.“Are you going to let me go?” I hated the squeakiness in my voice.His response was curt. “Shut up and do your business. We have to move.”***Outside, the icy wind whipped against my body, and I shivered uncontrollably. More from fear than from cold. Smith opened the van’s back door and unceremoniously dumped me inside. I landed on my shoulder with a grunt. With a sudden sharp pain and

DESTINYThe nurse gave me a mild sedative, which didn’t really help, because I was too angry. Angry, confused, disappointed, heartbroken. I read the report thrice to let the reality sink in. Pregnant. The look on James’ face… He didn’t believe that he was the only man I slept with. I know we’ve only known each other for a couple of months, but really? Did he think that little of me to believe that I would cheat on him?I don’t know how it happened. But he should be happy, shouldn’t he? Only he wasn’t. He said he saw the photos. I could kick myself. It was stupid not to have told him about it. Now I’ve gone and made it worse. Spoiling his friendship with Ronan, precisely what I didn’t want to happen.Not that Ronan, with his idiotic infatuation with me, is making it any easier. If James knew about it, he would flip his lid completely.But I don’t know if I want to go back home. I didn’t want to face an angry and accusatory James. And I certainly wouldn’t want to spend one more night a