Entangled with the billionaire heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Stacy's POV“Phew!” I exhaled loudly, a huge grin on my face as I waltzed back into Jennifer's office. “That was quite the deal!” I chirped, taking a seat opposite her. She laughed in response, her eyes following the wad of dollar notes I had received in exchange for a job well-done.“All it took was convincing the knucklehead you were the best to consult when it came to yummy bites,” she scoffed, turning her head to her work desk. I rolled my eyes in response.“Right, but that knucklehead over there, well he recommended me to another person! I had barely walked out of his office when I got a call.” I said, my voice now high-pitched. The day started out well, and it was all thanks to Jennifer. It made me wonder for a moment how things would have been different if she wasn't present, because she made most of the jobs that I have landed in the past a possibility. She has been my best friend since high school and made sure to stick around even when I hadn’t been the consistent friend.

LOSTMabel was another maid in the mansion, but a sinister bond kept her close with Naomi. "Your outbursts are becoming more extreme by the day," Naomi said.Mabel growled, "watch it or I'd have to report you to the boss."Naomi chuckled, "Which one is it again? Our boss? Or Marcelo?"The question seemed to have caught Mabel off guard, because a flash of confusion clouded her expression. "And what do you mean by that?"“I can see your spirit is beginning to waver from the very mission that brought us here.” Naomi chuckled, grunting as she swat Mabel's aim at her forehead, rising to her knees, “I see how you stare at Marcelo, she spat, That brat!”“Anyway, you need not to worry. You can settle in this mansion and spend the rest of your life being a spy for whomever pays your bills. That's okay. But as for the rest of us who still have their heads in this game, we are not faltering.Naomi brushed past Mabel, shoving her hard against the wall. Mabel chuckled, holding back the urge to bre

Marcelo's POVThe gates creaked open, but I had no patience in waiting to get to the end of the driveway. My head was pounding, my fists hungry for blood and vengeance, and that feeling was growing every passing second.I opened the doors of the car and jumped out of it, oblivious to the muffled shock of my driver and bodyguards. I could spot Ryan at the entrance of the house, his hands already holding on firm to the door knob. I pulled my gun out of the leathered holster lodged in my jacket and I narrowed for the mansion with a glare no one dared to defy. Two days, and my Ella has not been found?!“And what is this I'm hearing?” I asked Ryan as I walked past him, not stopping an inch as I stormed into the mansion. My men were already positioned all over the house as instructed, but it was hard to tell who amongst them was the traitor. My years of experience wasn't simply going to fish them all out.“Ella still hasn't been found, s-sir,” Ryan stuttered. “But we found something on t

Marcelo's POVMy phone rang in my pocket, it was Cathy calling, probably worried about Ella too I thought as I picked it up. "Alright. So you got a call from Ella, and she was saved by ...""Some woman," I completed her statement, "Naughty Ella wasn't going to let me know her name until I came to pick her up.”Cathy laughed heartily. "No way! But ... does that mean you will be staying in with her? What about the —"“Cathy,” I growled, “we will have a problem if you're going to lecture me about my father's mission.” I could almost picture her raising her hands in surrender.“Roger that, sir.” She said teasingly, “but you know Rose is still out on the loose, and so is Naomi.”“We haven't figured out who pulled the trigger on Mabel, and don't you think Ella is safe back here in Bluestone?” Bluestone was a five hour drive and I knew I had to be on my way quickly.“No way! We just got attacked there by 'The Raven', remember?” I asked sarcastically, laying emphasis on Cathy's assumption.

Stacy's POVWhen I stepped outside and saw him, I was shocked. My eyes melted in his cream gold eyes, looking so innocent, his dark brown hair was messy probably because he has been looking for his sister. I thought as my gaze met his. As he came forward my nose caught his citrus scent, his broad shoulder standing out. He was looking so confident in that suit gosh! I looked at his lips and felt something. I can’t seem to shake it off, I could feel he was looking at me as much as I was looking at him. I was so nervous so I knew I had to break this silence first.“I’m Stacy William,” I said just to ease this whole tension. And when he opened his mouth to talk, I was staring at his lips. His down lips were ripped out as if telling me to bite on it, what am I doing here. I shaked my head as if that would stop my thoughts.And his voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “I’m Marcelo Jones.” I heard him say, like hell I wouldn’t know who you are.It was until he left I started to convince