Lahat ng Kabanata ng Addicted To A Billionaire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

THELMA SEBASTIAN:I sat up carefully on the bed and looked at the handsome black man who lay on the bed next to me.We were both unclad, and I recalled how we got entangled on this bed.During my 24th birthday celebration, I was laughed at and mocked by my two closest friends, Sandra and Ella, for still being a virgin at 24 years old. They laughed at me in front of all the guests in the clubroom where they had hosted this birthday bash for me.I was pained to see how stupid I appeared before them, so I ran away to another clubroom to get drunk and forget my sorrows and the bullying I experienced there. However, a man in a black suit interrupted me."Hello, miss," he said, leaning next to me at the bar.I looked back at the man's face, my eyes filled with tears, and wondered who he was and what he wanted from me, but I was too sorrowful to listen to him.He grabbed the glass cup from my hands and swiftly pulled me up to follow him outside of the clubroom, and I was puzzled to be dragged

THELMA SEBASTIAN:"Let go of me!" I screamed as two muscular bodyguards caught me in the living room of the mansion. They thought I was a thief and held me firmly, refusing to let me go.I saw an old man with a full white beard and gray hair. He had silver-looking eyes and wore a long white garment. He walked out and stared at me in confusion at first. He then spoke to the two bodyguards who had seized me, "Release the young lady.""Yes, Grandmaster," the two bodyguards replied as they released me. I irritably dusted off my arms where those two silly giants had gripped me.My pụssy was still hurting from how the handsome black man in the room had pounded me, and I could still smell his scent."Who are you?" the old man asked, his extremely white hair reflecting the light. I greeted him first, "Good morning, sir."I assumed he was related to the black man in the room with whom I had slept, and I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir."The old man smiled at me with understanding an

MAVIN WHITE:After finishing my bath, I stepped into my bedroom to put on a casual blue top and black trousers.I walked toward the mirror to comb my short black hair, as I didn't keep a beard. I noticed sore, finger-scratch marks around my neck. While taking my bath, I realized it was Thelma's doing.I frowned as my mind recalled the moment I had entered her warmth. Memories of what had happened between me and Thelma began to resurface.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to forget the previous night. My head ached at the remembrance, and I groaned in annoyance."Damn it!" Even though the medicine or whatever drug Adam had given me had worn off, I was still experiencing hot flashes and headaches.I thought I should warn Adam never to try such nonsense with me again or follow my grandpa's orders. If he did, he would be fired and possibly thrown in jail.Adam Howard was a 53-year-old man who had been with me for a long time. He liked calling me "boss" because he said it

THELMA SEBASTIAN:I woke up in my bedroom; it was a brand new day. I sat up carefully on my bed and finally slid out.I walked toward my room window and pushed the curtains slightly open to stare out at my father's garage.I saw my elder brother, Steven Sabastain, standing there and speaking to a bodyguard outside. It seemed like Steven felt my intense gaze on him, as he turned and looked up at my window. Quickly, I shut the curtains again, not ready to greet him.I knew it would lead me to shout, "Good morning, brother," but I wasn’t prepared for that. I still felt embarrassed about how red I had looked the previous day in front of them, plastered with love marks all over my skin and face.I had business training to attend now that I had graduated. However, I didn’t know if my father would allow me to leave the mansion again or work with the company I had chosen when submitting my application. My mother didn’t want me to learn under Steven.I had submitted my application to MW Group,

THELMA SEBASTIAN:I picked up an orange scarf from my closet and wrapped it around my neck before walking out of my room. I went downstairs to the living room to find my parents, as it was Sunday and the time was already after 10 a.m.As I walked into our living room, I heard my father's voice speaking to my mom. When I stepped in, they stopped discussing as they heard my footsteps, and I stood frozen like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered."Good afternoon, Dad, Mom," I nervously greeted my parents. I could feel the tension in the living room rise as my dad stared at me. I heard him respond, "Good morning, Thelma. Aren't you going to church today?""No, Dad." I breathed out in relief, thinking my dad would reprimand me for what I had done the day before yesterday, which was Friday. Surprisingly, Dad was smiling at me, making me a little curious about why he had that bright smile on his face. Instead of glaring at me for bringing shame to his name, I said, "I already prayed t