All Chapters of Billionaire In Shining Armour : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Miranda’s P.O.V“At least smile. You look like you don’t want to be here,” Michael whispered softly in my ear as he continued to caress my waist with his larger hands.There was absolutely no energy left in me for that. I’d already spent most of it pretending to be happy by his side all evening long, and it had taken its toll on me. I was utterly exhausted from all the feigned grinning and laughter; my stomach was basically hollow due to me not having eaten much due to my ever-growing bundle of nerves and my feet were definitely swollen from all the walking around we had done and the dancing.Plus, the fact that Michael couldn’t dance for his life and kept on stomping on my toes.One of his feet clad in his custom-made Prada dress shoes landed on my mine, which were unfortunately covered by open toed Tom Fords and I jumped back with a hiss. My hands fell from where they had been around his neck and balled into fists. I bit my lip to stop the tears from gushing out of my eye sockets; so

Miranda’s P.O.VAs soon as we got home, Michael rushed upstairs to our bedroom and left me with the jovial task of carrying his mother’s bags and showing her to one of the guestrooms, which was ridiculous since I was in no position to be lugging such heavy things. It seemed she had packed her entire closet, given she had brought more than five suitcases!After pushing the last one through the door, I released a gasp and wiped away the stream of sweat that had formed on my brow. “Aw, sweety, you didn’t have to carry those. You should have let the butler do it,” she laughed in a derisive way. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I forgot that you don’t have any help around here. Such a pity, you should look into that.”I’m not a money spending machine like you, Roxanne! I pressed my lips in displeasure as I pivoted and made my way towards my room. Upon entering, I found Michael hurriedly slipping on a fresh linen purple shirt. I would have drooled at his chiselled form and unbelievable abs, but nowada

Miranda’s P.O.VI’d made it down the first step of the grand staircase when I almost fell back due to a vice like grip wrapping around me wrist. I was yanked backwards and came face to face with the ugliest expression I had ever seen on Michael’s face. It was both frightening and murderous.“Where the f—k do you think you’re going?” his voice erupted in an animalistic grumble. Camille came to stand beside him and eyed me warily, some sweat forming on her forehead. Scared huh? Well, you better be!I attempted to remove my wrist from his hand but he wouldn’t budge. “Let me go right now, bastard!” I retorted acidly, my nostrils flaring with anger.“Miranda, don’t be irrational. Let’s talk about this-,” Camille tried to pacify me, making me chuckle dryly.I alternated my glare between the both of them. “Talk about what? What is there to talk about? Both of you leave me the hell alone right and let me do what I’m supposed to do. I cannot believe just how desperate and pathetic you both are

Miranda’s P.O.VWe had been driving around in circles for the past half hour. By now, I was certain that we had lost Michael somewhere along the loops and knowing him, he’d probably given up and must be heading home by now. The kind man, whose name I’d learned was Jessie, soon pulled up to the side of the road. “I think we’ve lost the son of a gun,” he exhaled in relief, completely mirroring exactly how I was feeling at the present moment.Frankly speaking, I was terrified out of my wits. Camille pushed me down the stairs and I was still surprised as to why I hadn’t died. I narrowly missed my chance to put an end to their clandestine affair but I guess luck wasn’t on my side. My phone is most definitely broken, and who knows if it can be repaired. This was only the tip of the iceberg. I’d also not forgotten that Michael had threatened to kill me if I didn’t keep my mouth shut. I can only imagine how desperate he would be now to find me, and who knows whether or not he will succeed. I

Miranda’s P.O.VA look of amusement spread across is glorious face as he leaned against the doorframe with an outstretched arm. “Eavesdropping, were you? Didn’t expect that from you,” he tsked and then shook his head in fake disappointment. I dipped my head in dismay. I’ll admit that what I did was really shameful, and now I looked like a toddler who had been scolded for drawing on the wall or something like that. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” I mumbled and then bit my lip. All the while, I was still on the floor, my butt stationed on it. He laughed briefly before he offered his hand to me which I took, only to end up landing on his chest. My hands flew up to his pecs to steady myself so that I didn’t land smack dab on him, his smooth and glistening skin making contact with my palms. My eyes began to trail all over and downwards on their own accord, not hesitating to admire the well-defined contours of his abs, deep v-line and happy trail. When my eyes then met his blazing ones, I