All Chapters of Renting The Billionaire's Heart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MiracleI was the happiest person on earth and couldn't believe I now owned a car.Miracle Anne Holmes, a poor thing from a remote town in Alaska now owns a new car. Somebody, please pinch me!The shiny silver car was fucking beautiful and sleek— It was a sleek convertible with leather seats and a powerful engine, the kind of car I had always dreamed of but never thought of owning.I turned to Leonel, my eyes wide and sparkling. "Is this really mine?" I asked, breathless with excitement. A huge grin broke out across his handsome face as he nodded. "You bet your ass it is. I bought it to make you happy.""Happy?" I repeated, incredulous. "I'm more than happy; I'm ecstatic. Thank you for giving me this, it means so much to me.""You deserve it," Leonel said, wrapping an arm around my waist and drawing me close to him.My heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was gonna bust out of my chest. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. I didn't care that I was soaki

Miracle I slowly pulled myself up from the floor, wincing in pain as a sharp sting radiated from above my left eyebrow. My body felt heavy and weak, as if the weight of my emotions was crushing me. I struggled to stand upright, but my legs felt like jelly, and I collapsed in on myself, defeated.I gazed up at a concerned stranger, a blonde woman in her early twenties, as she grasped my shoulder. "Oh my god, are you alright?" she asked, her eyes wide with worry. I nodded and moved my hair away from my face."Uh, yeah, thanks," I replied, shaking my head to clear the strands from my eyes. She nodded sympathetically and walked away, leaving me to assess the damage. I turned to the mirror and winced at the sight of a purple bruise on my forehead, a painful reminder of Nadia's ring slamming into my face.The slap she gave me earlier stung like fire on my cheek. I was furious and humiliated, but I bottled my emotions, needing to stay composed. It had all happened so fast. Nadia had attack

LeonelI wasn't looking forward to my meeting with the family's probate lawyer because I couldn't understand why this case kept dragging on and on.Gary Sanders was a talkative, but intelligent estate planning specialist who had been involved in my family's affairs for over twenty years and worked diligently for us.I heard him chit-chatting with my mom from the elevator and took a deep breath, got out of the elevator, and straightened my tie.The mere thought of sitting in the same room as Lenny was not pleasant at all. My family members were already seated in the conference room, around a large mahogany table. Mom and Lenny were seated on the left, while Leana and the lawyer were on the right.Lenny tensed up the minute I walked in, glaring at me as though I had stolen his candy. His navy blue suit looked too tight on his frame and made him look like an overstuffed chicken.His unhappiness was none of my concern. Ever since my dad publicly praised me on my tenth birthday, Lenny beca

MiracleI sat behind the chrome dresser, holding a soft-bristled hairbrush tangled with my curly brown hair, waiting for Leonel's arrival. My smile grew as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I wore my silly neon pink and green nightwear, the one that made me feel like a kid again. Memories of my first day, or was it the second, of living in Leonel's house came flooding back, when I entered the kitchen and his explosive laughter greeted me, triggered by my outrageous outfit. It was magical how things had changed and we'd gone from strangers to lovers. Our love story was a wild ride from 'Who are you?' to 'Can't live without you' in the blink of an eye A beautiful mess. I applied my banana-scented lip balm, feeling the coolness soothe my dry lips, and sat on the edge of my bed, trying to get lost in the pages of my favorite romance novel. My phone lay on the nightstand. Leonel had warned me it would be a busy day. I eagerly awaited our time together, realizing how naturally we'

Leonel My employees were driving me crazy. I had just received a call from the government representative overseeing the building contract—an insufferable old man who wouldn't stop yapping about how dissatisfied he was with the progress of the buildings. "You need to relax," I told him over the phone. "Completing one thousand two hundred buildings by the end of the month is nearly impossible." "That's not what we agreed on, Mr. Hamilton, and you're not meeting your obligations. Get to the site and talk to your workers, or we'll have to hand over the construction to another company." I was livid that the fool only cared about his political agenda and public image. Because the buildings were low-income, they wanted us to rush the project. But when I arrived at the construction site, I was hoping to see efficiency and excellence; instead, I found chaos and incompetence. Workers in steel-toed boots were wandering around aimlessly, chatting and smoking, without even wearing their safety