บททั้งหมดของ Entangle With The Billioniare CEO: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

HELEN To say that I am excited today is an understatement. My joy burns with roses. I was selected to attend the famous models' Grand Finale organized by Classy Heels Talent, the biggest modeling agency in the country. It's a feat I have worked my whole life to achieve. Seeing myself here under the illumination of all these expensive lights, showcasing my talent before important men like Mr. Philip Anderson, the COO of Triple Friends Group of Companies, and Mr. Rex, the managing director of Off-guard Magazine, is enough reason to be euphoric. My life has been from hardship to struggling ever since I lost my dad four years ago. I had just concluded high school at that time and gotten admission into college. I was packing up my things that evening to leave the following morning when my phone rang. The doctor told me he got involved in a vital accident. Whenever I go through the phase of remembering that cold evening in the hospital. I feel tortured, hated, and ill-fated. How he suff

Helen “Apologies sir, I never knew she is connected to you. Please release me.” he pleads with a shaky voice, the man utter no word and keeps pacing towards him. He struggles to get free, but he was no match to the shirtless man. He flings his hand once again with speed and absolute strength to free from the man’s grip, he succeeds but ends up hitting me on the head mistakenly as he turns to run away. I feel a strong but cozy hand around my waist, which bars me from dropping on the tiled floor as everywhere turns black. *** Helen As the rays from the morning sun from the window shines into my face, my eyelids tickle, and I open my eyes once again to a beautiful morning of another pain and nightmares. I swam around yesterday, it was terrifying. I remember how cheerful I was at the beginning of the day until everything fell apart. The hanky-panky Bobby tried to play on me. A sigh escaped my mouth. I would have been in the headlines today. Every model would be looking up to me as a

Lucas I was only in Texas for my first mission as the chosen would-be CEO of Triple Friend's Group of Companies. The board of directors had sent me for a preliminary program at Classy Heels Talent Company, a subsidiary of Triple Friends Group of Companies. My mission was to supervise the activities and increase the revenue of the company in 2 years. The plan was to inspect my managing skills to see if I would be eligible to become the overall CEO of TFGC. I was born into one of the 3 families that founded Triple Friends Group of Companies, which means my family is one of the most powerful families in the country, but with the fact that I was the would-be CEO of TFGC makes me and my family the most powerful. I landed in Texas in good spirits, everything was flourishing. Mr. Philip, my assistant, had done a great job in managing Classy Heels. He was the only person my family trusted to play this politics for them. Yes, it’s politics because winning the CEO of Trillions of Dollar wo

Lucas I felt my heart race faster than it should, and exhale deeply, trying to cool the anger in me. It is one thing I hate experiencing because it never ended well. I looked straight at Mr. Philip and I watch him jerk from his position in fear. He has been too comfortable around me for the past 4 months, I guess that is why he thinks he can disagree with me. It was time to show him that I harbor pains inside of me. Pains that I want to quench but couldn’t, pains that I can pass to anyone if I could. Unfortunately, he is a victim. I walked slowly to my bed and drew out a little cupboard behind the headboard and pull out my gun. It was as if I was just waiting to see the gun, the anger in me triggered, and I swiftly brought out a silencer and fix it on the barrel. “Don’t move an inch” I ordered, then turned and saw him shivering and side-walking towards the door. He halt at the very instant and dropped to the floor and berried his face on the ground. “I -I -I am so-rry Master Dow

Helen Inside was like heaven on earth, no one would believe it was an office if seen in a photograph. From the furnished walls to the drabs on the window, all speak luxury and elegance. Like every other office I have seen, the table wasn’t placed at the window side nor close to the wall, but it was situated at the center of the room. Far back behind the table, decorated like a Roman column type, were two pillars that signify the entrance of another region. The entrance was covered with a not-too-transparent red draping that vaguely revealed a huge bed and wardrobe. In awe, my eyes traveled back to the man seated on a chair behind the desk. He wore a maroon color suit, with a newspaper held over his face. Reaching a certain point, Mr. Philip held me by my left hand, causing me to stop. “I have brought her, Mr. Dowel. Mr. Philip said in a low, soothing voice, sounding as respectful as he could manage. Like he didn’t see or hear us all this while, he lifted the paper off his face and n