All Chapters of Addicted To A Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

**Thelma's POV**Staring at the dark-skinned man who was lying on the bed beside me, I could remember how it all started between us. I was ridiculed by my two best friends, Sandra and Ella, for still being a virgin at 24 years old. They laughed at me mercilessly while I painfully realized how stupid I must have seemed to them.I rushed down to the club section of the hotel to gulp down any available liquor they had, hoping to forget my sorrows and the bullying. There, a man in a black suit approached me and spoke, "Hello, miss."I stared back at the man's face, wondering who he was and what he wanted from me. I was too sorrowful to listen to him.He grabbed the bottle from my hands and pulled me up to follow him outside of the club room, and I was puzzled to be dragged out by a stranger."Who are you? Let me go!" I screamed out, wearing a red long slim-fitted gown and my black low-heel shoes.I'm the only daughter of my billionaire parents and the sole heiress of BeeH Group. The peopl

**Thelma's POV**"Let go of me!" I screamed as I was caught by two masculine bodyguards downstairs in the mansion's living room. They thought I was a thief and held me tightly, refusing to let me go.I saw an old man with a full white beard, and his hair was gray-white. He had silver-looking eyes and wore a long white garment. He walked out and initially stared at me in confusion. He stopped and spoke to the two bodyguards who had seized me, "Please, release the young lady.""Yes, sir," the two bodyguards said, as they released me. I dusted my arms irritably where the two huge men had gripped me.My core was still hurting from how the handsome man in the bedroom had made love to me so hard, and I was still smelling of his masculine scent."Who... are... you?" the old man with extremely white gray hair and a beard asked me. I greeted him first, "Good morning, sir."I assumed he was related to the man in the bedroom with whom I had slept, so I said, "I have to be on my way home now, sir.

**Mavin's POV**After my bath, I stepped out to my bedroom to wear a casual blue top and black trousers.I walked towards my room mirror to comb my short black hair, as I didn't keep a beard. I stared at my neck and noticed sore and finger-scratch marks on it. I knew it was Thelma's doing from when we were together.I frowned as my mind recalled the moment I had entered her warmth. I was beginning to remember what had happened between Thelma and me.I couldn't bring myself to stop the previous night, no matter how hard I tried, and my head ached at the memory, making me groan in annoyance."Damn it!" Even though the medicine or whatever drug Sir Adam gave me had cleared off, I was still experiencing hot flashes and headaches.I thought to warn Sir Adam again never to try such nonsense with me, even if following my grandpa's orders, or he would be fired and dealt with by being thrown in jail.Sir Adam is a 53-year-old man who has been with me for a long time and likes calling me "boss."

**Thelma's POV**I woke up in my bedroom on a brand new day. I sat up carefully in bed and finally slid out.I walked towards 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 in our garage. It was as if Steven felt my intense gaze on him.He turned and stared upward at my room window, but I quickly shut the curtains. I wasn't ready to greet him.I knew it would lead to me shouting out, "Good morning, brother." But I wasn't ready for all that greeting, as I still felt embarrassed by the fact that the previous day I looked so red in front of them, and I was plastered with love kiss marks all over my fair skin and face.I had to begin my business training since I had graduated with distinction. But I didn't know if my father would allow me to go outside our mansion again and work with the company I had chosen and submitted my application to. As my mother did

**Thelma's POV**I picked up an orange scarf in my closet and wrapped it around my neck before I walked out of my room. I went downstairs to the living room to find my parents, as it was Sunday and the time was still after 10 a.m.Walking downstairs into our living room, I heard my father's voice as he was speaking to my mom. I continued into the living room and met their gazes. They stopped discussing as they heard my footsteps, and I stood frozen like a sacrificial lamb awaiting slaughter."Good afternoon, Dad, Mom," I nervously greeted my parents. I could feel the aura in the living room tense up as my dad stared at me, and I heard him respond, "Good morning, Thelma. Aren't you going to church today?""No, Dad," I breathed out in relief because I thought my dad would reprimand me for what I had done the day before yesterday, which was Friday. But Dad was smiling at me, which made me a little curious to know why he had that bright smile on his face instead of glaring at me for bringi