All Chapters of All for the billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It's been a month now and Patrick hasn't come for his money. I have been living in fear because I don't know when he'll show up demanding for his money. I haven't been able to raise the complete money yet. I'm jumping at the slightest sound, looking over my shoulder at every opportunity. The thought of him popping out at any moment clouding my sense of reasoning. The anxiety is making me sick, I can't seem to sleep properly or even stomach my food. My mum has been pretty worried but I try to shut down her concern. I try as much as I can to act normal around her in order to ease her worries. I'm trying to edit some pictures in the studio but I cannot seem to concentrate, so I decide to take a stroll to feel a little bit at ease. The stroll doesn't seem to be working. I seem to be spinning, My eyes can't focus on a spot. Nothing prepares me for the impact of the floor as I hit it with force and immediately black out.I don't know what's going on but I can feel that my body has been pla

Standing in front of my door was no other than my new nightmare. He stood like a man on a mission his face showing no expression, his grey eyes fixed on me, anger and hatred burning through them. His eyes only mirrored mine after the initial shock of his presence weared off me. "Denise who's at the door" my mum calls out. "Nobody important mum, I'll be right in, once I'm done." I quickly reply."What are you doing here" I whisper yell as I quickly step forward and shut the door behind me. I did it so my mum wouldn't see him."Ah so you don't what your mum to know the evil you have done. Isn't that lovely, she's going to find out anyway." he steps forward."Look I have done nothing evil, it's not my fault that you don't seem to remember what transpired between us and it's fine, I've accepted my sad reality and I've moved on. Kindly do so"."I'm so sorry darling that won't be happening. The moment you carried my child inside of you and I found out, that's where life got a little bit c

My heart is beating rapidly with the fear of the unknown, but regardless I do not look back. My shaky hands reach for the door knob twisting it open. He says nothing as I hastily leave his office. My legs are a wobbly mess but I try to move, my heart is racing uncontrollably with each step I take. The secretary says nothing as usual but what do I care. The thought that no one is after me as I leave his office in that manner comforts me.The comfort I feel is short lived when the elevator door dings to a stop and before me is my bodyguard. His eyes are fixed on me with an intent and I feel like a cage animal. He steps out of the elevator towards me and I take fews steps backwards. There's nowhere to run to. His bulky hands reach for me."Let me go," I pleaded. But my pleadings fall on deaf ears. I twist my hands to free myself from his tight hold. His fist is iron, refusing to let loose. He pulls me towards the office I just left. I pin my feet on the floor not willing to go with him

"Mrs Walter, I'd love to take Denise out for a bit, if that's okay with you". He smiles at my mum. "Of course you can, you don't need my permission for that, she's your fiance". Her Statement makes him chuckle lightly."Denise, can we step out?" The question is weird to me but I nod my head in agreement. "Give me a minute to put on my shoes" with that said I head for my room. I don't know what this man is planning but he better not drag my mum into anything shady. "Dear God, please make him leave my mum out of this mess, please." I pray. When I return back Mum and him are laughing over something. They seem like old buddies catching up. "I'm here". I simply state breaking whatever conversation they might be having. "Lovely" he says. They both stand up and mum gives me a hug before seeing us to the door. As soon as the door closes and I know we are out of ear reach from my mother I turn towards him. "Please I plead with you, keep my mum out of whatever evil plan you have please". "D

My mother is staring at me as the makeup artist works on my face. I can see her from the mirror in front of me. The room is silent except from the noise the makeup artist makes as she drops each brush or pallet or whatever she uses. I may be looking calm but my hands are fidgeting underneath the apron placed on me to prevent me from being stained.She is putting the final touches to my face and after this I'll be getting married to a stranger. He is still a stranger to me. "I'm done" she brushes my face one last time and gives me a radiant smile, in return I give her a nervous one."Thank you" my voice is small, barely audible but she heard me. She nods her head in acceptance and appreciation of her work. She moves on to gather her makeup tools before making her way out.Mum and I make no move to speak, we just stare at the mirror looking at each other. Consumed by our individual thoughts. She takes in a really deep breath and then exhales slowly." You look beautiful, my baby," she