All Chapters of Bad Boy Billionaires: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AUDREYWhen I came down, Gabriel was lighting up lavender-scented candles on an amorous table set up with linen napkins and covers and flowers centerpiece at the dining. A piece of soft, beautiful music playing in the background.“Very nice,” I commented to make known my presence. “And the song choice is beautiful. You and Me? I guess you listen to Mathew Barbers too.”“Angel.” He flashed a radiant grin when he saw me. “Come here.” He reached out a hand to me, so I paced towards him and entwined my hands with his, then he brought me to his side. He lowered his head to mine. “The song suits us, I think.”I placed my hand over his chest and sensed his warmth on my palms.This was how it was supposed to feel, being treasured and appreciated. Despite the conversation earlier, Gabriel had never been anything but kind to me. I loved how gently his touch was, and the untainted feeling he was giving me like nothing else mattered but us. He trailed my spine with his hand and stopped at my lowe

AUDREYThe painting displayed in the living room was already glorious, but obviously, Gabriel kept the finest ones in one place in this room. He took my hand and drew me to the wall at the left, and presented me with the enormous painting of an angel.And it wasn’t any regular painting of an angel with wings. Its body was male with the face of a female, and it was nude but with no genitals. But that wasn’t what made the artwork brilliant. The angel’s wings had two shades of black and white and spread up above. “Redenzione dell’angelo caduto. The Fallen Angel’s Redemption. Bello, no?” he murmured.“Sì, signore, bellissimo. Chi ha creato questo?” I said, unable to take my eyes off the painting. “A painter and friend I talked about earlier. Tu parla Italiano, si?”I shifted my gaze to his gorgeous face. “My mother was Italian. She taught me. You? You speak it very well, Mr. Stark like it’s your mother tongue.”His eyebrows knitted together, but his eyes gleamed in apparent delight. “Be

AUDREY“Liam.” Samuel patted his friend’s shoulder. “From this moment, I have to entrust her to you. You know the situation, right? I cannot ask anyone because there’s no one else in this town I can trust. She’s very young, and anyone can take advantage of her.”“I’m honored, Sam.” Liam nodded. “I’ll make sure your sister is safe.”“Here.” Samuel handed Liam a thick-looking envelope. “Those are plane tickets and cash. Since she’s still a minor, someone has to be with her when she boards the plane. You can tell them she’s your sister if anyone asks, and with that money, you can find her a place she can stay. I will follow you to New York in a week. Please, take care of her, Liam.”“I understand.” Even though I couldn’t tell how well they got along or how Samuel could entrust me to Liam, I had never had a single conversation before. I trusted my brother more than my father and that he wouldn’t send me to any harm. I watched the two guys exchange another brief conversation until we fina

AUDREYA deep growl escaped Liam’s chest, and he clenched his fists. “How can a father do that to her only daughter? I always knew your father was cold-blooded, Audrey. After the rumors about the Millers, he’s not even done doing vicious, evil deeds.”I scowled. “What do you mean about the Millers?”“Didn’t you know?”“I heard, of course, but there’s no basis, Liam.”“Listen,” he leaned closer to me and spoke in a whisper. “Only a few workers in the vineyard know, and Dad has been keeping silent. You know what happened to Austin Miller, right?”I nodded, and I shut my eyes remembering what had happened to him. “Yes, he was found dead a year ago in the lake with bruises and stabs in his body.”“They saw him being dragged away by at least five men into the woods, but no one had said a thing. People are afraid.”“And you think my father is behind this?”“Why not, Audrey? Your father sent Ben Miller, Austin’s older brother, to prison while he’s innocent—setting up the poor guy for the ill

AUDREY“Let me guess, you want to take an English major when you go to college.”“Why do you say so?”“Well, aren’t you poetic?”“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He winked at me. “But no. I’m not taking English.”“But speaking of it, which university are you going to?”“Harvard.” His answer came at lightning speed.“Oh, wow. That’s like everyone’s dream. I might not even get accepted.” I laughed. “Congratulations.”“But that’s if Dad’s friend doesn’t change his mind.” He gulped his wine. “I have to work my butt off this summer to make myself worthy. His son, that’s probably your age, needs some tutoring.”“Well, having an offer like that is already generous enough. I heard the tuition fees at Harvard are expensive. Which program are you going to enroll in?”He nodded. “Business administration. Not very impressive, right?”I grinned. “I would’ve guessed Fine Arts.”“That’s another option.” He shrugged. “Well, who knows? I might try to get a double major.”“You’re smart. I get it now.