All Chapters of Changing Mr. Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Her voice yanks me out of my trance and a slight pain tugs in my chest as tears well up in my eyesYeah right, how could I not know thatI'm a dropout. I didn't complete my degree. I needed to take care of my mom after the accident and my father's death. It was a tough year for me so how could I forget. I had to drop my youth year and become an adult so suddenAs if she read my mind, she quickly squeezed my hand, a worried look etched on her face. In a soft voice, she said. "No dear, you know I do not mean it like that" she sighs. "To be honest, I wanted you for Zion the moment I met you, you're a fierce and strong lady at such a young age, and I was intrigued. You carried so much weight all by yourself and you still keep that beautiful smile on your face. You're always happy despite your hardships" She moves closer to me, her hands still holding mine as tears well up in my eyes "You're what Zion needs Laura, you're the light that can engulf the darkness he built around himself. Worki

Do you ever wish to be swallowed whole by the ground? At the same time wish to hit something hard?Well that's exactly how I'm feeling right now as I pace back and forth in my room while my so-called best friend Anne sits on my bed, giggling while eating from the large bowl of ice creamI glare at her as I continue to paceHow dare he try to buy me with money in such a rude way? "You know that was a one-time opportunity you threw away because you couldn't get your emotions in check or is it because you want him to yourself" Anne has this silly smirk on her face that I wish to wipe off right now. Instead, I roll my eyes without breaking my pacingWhat have I done? Why did I even do that? What the hell came over me?My mind drifts back to this morning's event. I could barely stand properly from how hard my heart was beating after I left Zion's office. I still can't figure out what came over me. He is my fucking boss and I had the gut to stand up to him like that. He had hurriedly left t

I drop the file after scanning through the content with a sigh. I don't know if what I did is right but I know I don't have the intention of getting to know her. Mentioning dating for two months to get to know each other was a lie. That's just me stalling. I need to show Nana romantic relationship isn't for me and two months is enough for that. I plan on making Laura willingly break off the engagement during that time. I won't get entangled in a forced marriage.Another wave of headache hits me and I hold on to my desk for support as I groan in pain. I have been feeling under the weather since I woke up this morning probably from the stress I went through yesterday.Speaking about yesterday, after Laura left my office in such a dramatic manner. I had dashed out of my office when I received a call saying my Grandma was in an emergency state. I remember how hard it was for me to breathe in the car, I had to whine down the car window. I was scared, I couldn't afford to lose another family

"Daddy! Daddy!" Ayla screamed. She jumped off the sofa, running after my father who was staggering up the stairs"Ayla, come back, he is drunk as usual" my 11-year-old hissed, glaring hard at my fingers. However, a sharp scream and a sudden thud pierced my ears and I jumped up in fright."Ayla!" I screamedI sit upright on my bed, drenched in sweat with my heart pounding hard against my rib cage. My hands fisting my bedsheet as I struggle to breathe, blinding tears brim my eyesYou would think I would have gotten over my younger sister's death at the age of 25 but here I am, struggling to calm myself. I've been having this reoccurring dream for the past fourteen years now and the pain still feels raw. It feels like it's happening again and again in my head without a stop. It keeps taunting me every night like I'm being punished.My eyes caught the time on the wall clock. Wow! I slept for thirteen hours straightStill shaken, I pull the duvet off my body and turn around to get off the b

It's been two weeks since I heard from Zion after the incident at his house. He didn't call or text to thank me or ask about how I've been doing. I know this isn't a real relationship but shouldn't he at least check up on me? Even if it's just a "Hey, I hope you're fine. Thanks for the other day" or anything.I hissed as I packed my hair up in a bun.I pause to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm not the type to stare at my reflection for long but today I let my eyes feed on it. I'm a beautiful lady, beautiful enough to turn heads. Chestnut hair loosely packed in a bun, green eyes staring back at me, a delicate pointed nose leading to a pair of well-defined lips. My lips are my favorite part of my body, naturally rosy and curved in a smiley shape. Makes people think I'm smiling even when I'm not. High cheekbones with a faint dusting of freckles on them. My figure is slender but a little bit curvy at the hips. My eyes roam my body up and down, as I twist and turn checking myself o