All Chapters of THE HEARTLESS BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amari's Point of View "Yeah, it's today. Are you coming with me?" I rolled my eyes as I confirmed that Kaizer was going with me. "Okay, we'll be leaving in two hours. Don't you dare to be late" I told him and then hung up the call. Oh gosh, I always feel irritated every time I talk to him. It is the perfect timing to dump him. Or not. I massage my forehead because of the irritation I feel. I let out a deep sigh as I looked out of my window. What a perfect day to leave. I opened my suitcase and checked my things once again. My eyes averted to my phone when it vibrated. It was a text from Kaizer. From: Kaizer I will pick you up, babe. See you! I love you :) I rolled my eyes when I reached the ending phrase. As if it is true, I murmured. Kaizer is my one-week boyfriend. But I do not believe him whenever he says that phrase, whether personal or text, chat, or call. I don't believe in any man every time that they will say those words. I love you. They are just trying to ge

Rafael's Point of View "Come on, Fuentabella, stand up straight." I mumbled to him. I don't like having one-on-one drinking sessions with Raiko because he can't even stand on his feet when he gets drunk. He will drink too much but cannot bear to stand up after. This crazy friend of mine is one of a kind. He is the only friend that I always needed to bring home. "Crisha, baby" Raiko said while touching my face. I laughed as I looked at Raiko's face. He is really into that woman named Crisha. "Fuentabella, stop doing that. I am not Crisha." I said while I put him in the passenger seat. I set his seatbelt, and after that, I turned to the driver's seat. "You did not change, Fuentabella, until now. I am still your instant driver and caretaker whenever you get drunk." I said while shaking my head in disbelief. But it is not a big deal for me. After all, he is the friend who is always there for me. "Shut up, Villarante. I want my baby." Raiko whimpered, but I could still hear

Amari's Point of View As I entered my unit, I immediately called Crisha's number. I don't know what is happening between the two siblings, but I wanted to warn her. "Fleur?" Crisha spoke on the other line. I frowned at her hoarse voice but did not bother to ask anymore. "Crisha, sorry for calling. Did I disturb you?" I asked Crisha because it was a bit late. After all, I might have disturbed her sleep. "No, it's fine. Why were you called?" Crisha asked. I bit my lip and wondered if telling her about her cousin, Klaus, was right. "Fleur?" Crisha hollered my name from the other line. "Crisha, Klaus is from my unit." I closed my eyes at what I said. There was a part of me that I did not want to tell about it, but I was more worried about Crisha. I know Klaus is a strict cousin. Regarding what he told me, I don't know what could happen if the news that reached Klaus was true. "Klaus?!" Crisha's response. And even though she is not in front of me, I can tell she is shocked. "

Rafael's Point of View Cameras continued flashing as I walked to the stage wearing the limited edition of the Harper's Suit and Tie. As I projected myself, I looked ferociously and walked in front of many people. Seeing the smiles on their faces made me reminisce about the moment I first did modeling in my life. Since college, I enjoyed being a model as a hobby, and it soon became my part-time job to earn money. I don't want to depend on my parent's money, so I'm trying to make money while studying. I still remember how I liked modeling then and how I started. There was a time when Hans invited me to his and his group mates' mini-fashion show project. They needed an audience, so as a support to my friend, I helped him find audiences. Of course, I volunteered to become their audience to show him my support even more. Modeling is a cool thing for me; aside from that, the compensation for being a model is also pleasing. Hans mentioned to me the perks that models have. First, the de

Amari's Point of View I can still see the elevator where that man entered. I could not get out of my mind the thought that he was looking for me. I also feel different whenever I see him. It felt like I had known him for a long time, but I was unsure where or when we met. I know he is the guy I was on the plane with when I was on my way here to New York, and that was recently. But it seemed that I had known him for a long time, but I knew I had seen him for the first time on the plane. "Fleur?" I returned to reality and looked at Patrizia, who had been calling me. "You seemed in deep thought, I've been speaking word for word here, and you're not listening. Who is the lucky person?" Patrizia asked while grinning at me. I frowned at the last thing she said that made her laugh. "Don't tell me Mr. Pervert occupied it?" I was stunned by what she said. I can't deny that Patrizia is right. She knows me so well that even when I think, she can guess it. "Why should I think of him?"