All Chapters of The Wild Billionaire's Destiny: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JAMESI wasted no time in hiring the bodyguard for my Sugar. Luke Marshall, a strapping man in his early thirties, was ex-military, with an excellent track record. Not also was he adept at hand-to-hand combat, had a black belt in Jujitsu and had that don’t-fuck-with-me attitude down to a T. A bit too handsome to my liking, but I trusted Destiny. I smirked to myself. Also, he batted for the other side, so I felt confident that there would be no funny business.With Destiny safe in Marshall’s capable hands, I left for the office, eager to put my plans in motion. Jenna would soon be a nervous wreck, peering over her shoulder every time she moved. I wanted her to give herself up and beg for our forgiveness. The image of her groveling before me on her knees gave me such a hard-on, I had to adjust my trousers before getting out of my car.Even better if she ended up in the clink. Would my father let her go to prison being pregnant with his child? I doubted it, and it filled me with bitter a

DESTINYThe entire way back home I was silent, didn’t feel like talking. Mulling over what Ronan had told me. James had some explaining to do. I knew he was hiding something. The cinnamon bun I had a craving for sat in a box on my lap. Marshal kept on shooting furtive glances at me while he drove.Mrs. Donahue took one look at me when I entered the kitchen to put my bun in the fridge and she turned to put the kettle on.“You look like you good do with a cuppa, love.” She busied herself with the teacups. “If you want to talk, this ol’ biddy can lend ye her ear, ye ken?” Her blue eyes twinkled sympathetically. “Men can be a real pain in the you-know-what.” Bless her, she was a curious woman.I didn’t disagree with her. “Thank you, Mrs. D. I really would love a cup.”She fixed Marshall with a narrowed stare. “Ye didn’t upset Mrs. Barrington, did ye now?”Luke raised his bushy eyebrows comically. “No, never, Ma’am!”I couldn’t help but smile at the protectiveness of the small woman. She w

DESTINY"I need answers, James," I said, my voice steady, though I could feel the tremor of anger coursing through me. I glimpsed that fury mirrored in his stormy eyes, causing my insides to quiver.James raked his fingers through his unruly hair, strands cascading over his face, partially obscuring my view of him. With a sigh, he muttered, "Well..." The sound of his exhalation hung in the air, thick with uncertainty. "I wish I could give you answers, Sugar. I truly do. But for now, I have none," he bit out the words, his frustration palpable."If you have any evidence, James..." I began, desperately seeking some semblance of truth."Suspicion alone isn't enough, Destiny!" he snapped, his frustration reaching a boiling point as he abruptly stood from the bed. He whirled around, his piercing gaze fixed on me. "Can you trust me? I'm doing everything I can to keep you safe." Desperation made his voice climb an octave higher.Keep me safe. The words echoed in my mind, a chilling reminder

“PCP?” Father looked up at me where I stood, rooted to one spot.“Oh, my God! Are you serious?” This was just too much! Did he really think so little of me? Or was this just a way for him to distract me from the truth? Fucking hell!“You’ve been very aggressive lately. Not to mention paranoid and unpredictable.”“I see…” I walked over to him. He flinched in his chair. “I didn’t know you even knew the different narcotics. Did Jenna teach you? Her drug of preference was coke when Ronan and I used to have a threesome with her. You should try it with her sometime. Yeah, she had a taste for the white stuff. Made her real horny.”That got his attention.“Shut up, James! She told me how you corrupted her.” His expression changed from tired to enraged in a heartbeat.“What? Oh, so now she’s the victim, is it?” My laughter came out as a dry chuckle, punctuated by a snort. “Was that before or after I caught you two fucking while I was engaged to her?”I saw his jaw tighten, eyes blazing as he g

JAMESConfusion is an understatement of how I felt. I was married? To Jenna? And she was pregnant. How in the fuck did that happen? Okay, I know how babies are made; I am not an idiot. But how have I been absent for two years of my life?The harder I try to remember what happened, the more my head hurts. Against the doctor's advice, my father and Jenna came to take me home, where I would be more comfortable, according to them. And who would dare argue with Lord Barrington? He owns the damn hospital and probably the staff as well. “Babe, you really shouldn’t try so hard to remember. The doctor said your amnesia is most likely temporarily.” Jenna cooed over me in Dad’s limo.My father sat next to the driver, silent as stone. I have a suspicion he is pissed as hell at me for some reason. Fine, he probably has a valid one. It won't be the first and certainly won’t be the last time I’ve fallen out of favor with him. Story of my life. ‘“Dad, did I have an accident with my jag?” I asked.