Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Marriage To Cure A Broken Billionaire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Dexter Lee: (Male Lead Character)When I arrived at my parent's home, it was with caution. I entered the house, and the smell of sweet homemade bread infiltrated the air. My childhood home held good and horrible memories."Dexter, is that you?" My mother calls out from the kitchen happily.Dexter, speaking in a low tone. "Hi, mom," he hugs and then kisses his mother on her rosy cheek. "Why are you whispering?""I must ensure you are at home alone, that's all." "I tell you, the men in this family are some proud men." My mother says, shaking her head at me. "Come on in here and take a seat, son. It's just you and me here. Your father is away on a business trip and won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. Guess what?""What?" Dexter said, happily relieved his father wasn't going to be around and that he had his mother all to himself this evening."I cooked your favorite meal. Salisbury steak with cream potatoes, fried bacon bits, melted cheese, and grilled carrots. You have to e

Dexter Lee had been exhaustively writing lyrics for hours Friday afternoon until late evening. After a long week of writing and recording music, nothing sounded on point to him. Everything he attempted to write this week he deleted from his IPad. Dexter also had a pile of balled-up papers on which he had scribbled ideas, tossing them in the wastebasket. He sighs, running his hand through black-silky strands, feeling depleted. He couldn't understand at first why nothing he wrote had that intense driving force. His music always purposely accomplished two things after hearing it. The beat made you want to dance in the middle of the floor or between the sheets. Right now, neither one was happening to him. Frustration penetrated his soul. He rubbed his temples to relieve the tension that bothered his eyes as he slowly closed them. He could tell that something was off.Dexter's POV"Ah, that's where this frustration is coming from this evening. But, boy, I've been so engrossed in my music I

Dexter POVLarge dark eyes stared at me through the glass, untrusting and unsure. With her window cracked, I could smell the wine, and the subtle scent of a sensual perfume wafted from the interior. Seeing her eyes that were an odd shade reflecting hints of gold. What made them appear so attractive was that they were set in a brown face with hues ranging from sienna to alizarin.For once, I found a girl that wasn't like any other, maybe because I could see her so clearly. And unknowingly, she was helpful to me in the most significant way. Usually, when I deal with females, it is only to fulfill one need, and that's sexual. When I go to places like the 'Niche,' I know they are seeking out the same thing I'm seeking. One night to quench that aching need that only is calmed by a night of intimacy. Before tonight I was in shadowy darkness, with every female appearing the same. I am usually the visual, the beautiful peacock in a room, and they all flock around me. My looks, fame, expensiv

Taesha's POVThe ride was quiet. Even the music he listens to sounds strange as it plays in the background. Whoever the artist was, they were singing in a foreign tongue. I kept silent. I had zero interest in him or his music. I busied myself, trying desperately to get my phone to power up. So I could call my friend Cameron and let her know what has happened to me. But don't think I wasn't keeping my eyes discreetly on the stranger with the peculiar eyes for a minute. 'Oooh! It can't be happening this way! My head drops in despair. Thinking about leaving my brand-new wrecked car behind was heartbreaking. I've been driving since I was sixteen years old and have never gotten into a wreck until now! I spent a lifetime avoiding dangerous situations like the one I'm in tonight! I glance down, and I'm barefoot like a fool! I don't have any shoes on my feet! Is that why he made me take my shoes off so I couldn't run away? If that is the case, he is sadly mistaken because if he attempts to

It took Taesha a minute for her to register what he had said. "We?" "Oh, there is no "we" and no us. So soon as Dexter gets back in here, I need to set him straight. So there won't be any confusion." The minute Dexter gets back into the car, Taesha tells him. "I hope you don't think I need you to stay out here with me. I'll be fine. You can go home." "I can go home? I can't head home this time of night. Have you forgotten already about all the road closures? The road that leads to my home is closed. That's how I ended up meeting you. I'm in a predicament like you. Sorry, it looks like we are in this together. You can't go where you were trying to go, and neither can I. The snow is falling too heavy to be on the road trying to make a long-distance trip. It wouldn't be safe or wise for me or anyone to drive out." Taesha sighs. "So, what hotels did the mechanic suggest?" He mentions that a woman named Ms. Henry rents out cabins to overnight travelers about a mile up the mountain.