Semua Bab The Unexpected Marriage Deal: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I sat down at the round table alone. This would be the first time I had come to a bar in many years, the pain I felt in my heart was just too much. The scenes kept replaying in my head, welling me up with pain and anger. I ran my veiny hands over my hair until my always neatly combed hair became rough and I didn't care. I was supposed to care, as I was a billionaire heir, and even without my father’s money I would still be a billionaire. I was a public figure, the Sloan heir, but I refused to care. For the past three months, after the scene, I had immersed myself in deep work, I barely ate or changed my clothes. But today, while at work, my body could not take it anymore. My hands began to shake, skin colour turned pale and all the memories kept coming back. It came back with a gush of pain. At first, I tried blocking it, but I allowed it to freely take over me. I gulped down the remaining Scotch from the half-filled glass and drank, letting the memory replay itself. It happen

ERIC I could feel myself floating as I walked into my office. I had woken up this morning to discover the mess a blogger created alleging I was gay. That had not moved me, although I knew my father was going to bring down the roof. Damien had not called me, even though I was sure as hell that he had seen the headlines. What made me avidly angry was the state I was in when they took those photos. I was at the peak of pain from the betrayal I suffered from a woman and they called me gay? Since when did gays get broken because of the opposite gender? I had sent my investigator to gather more information about the blogger. Once they had gathered the information, I would make her life hell for what she did. But why did she decide to post about me? Some other businessmen and celebrities were gay but had never been carried by blogs. After all, it was their personal life. It could only mean so many things. She did it to increase conversion to her blog page, or one of his competitors hate

LAURA I stared at him for a while contemplating taking his hands. What was he trying to do? Take me from here and kill me? He cleared his throat “Because you are already in my black book. I would consider you to take my hands to avoid further embarrassment.” He said with a sharp tone. I reluctantly took his hands and he immediately walked me out of the crowd. Camera clicks followed as we walked towards the Bugatti. He opened the door for me and I sheepishly entered. He turned around to the other side and sat beside me with a frown. He glared at me for a second and focused back on his iPad. All this while my breath was sucked in as I tried to wonder where they were taking me to. As if he read my mind he looked outside the window, as if he was disgusted by my presence. “We are going to the Villa. And like I said, to talk.” he finally broke the silence. I nodded in agreement, knowing fully well about the villa he was talking about. It was one of a kind, almost like a modernized cas

LAURANothing possible was running through my mind, and the best I could just do is to stare at the heavens, hoping the anonymous caller holding my mother hostage would give me an answer.At least, I wanted to know if she's still alive. My nerves frayed, merely thinking if he'd have killed her. Did he also saw the photos of I and Eric Sloan?Pains bored into me as I glanced at the ring on my finger. I couldn't even bring myself to tell Rena of my atrocity. I was a coward, a total one. This wasn't my intentions to do but, however, I'll carry them so far it makes them not to touch my mother.I trod to my system, bracing up again to look into the blog. Whatever it is, I'm ready to face them. To face, Eric Sloan.#SHE'S SUCH A CHEAP THING#WHO ACCUSES A FAMOUS PERSON AS A GAY AND GET ENGAGED TO HIM OVERNIGHT??#LAURA KARMA IS A BITÇH!My eyes twitched as my heart constricted, my hands moving on the keys smartly and swiftly. I had to make the engagement look real. Enough of Eric Sloan's pr

ERIC“Alright, Dad.” I mumbled, hanging up on the call I had been on with Dad for the past 30 minutes. Dad had called to inform me on his ceremonial event, and he wanted to see my supposed girlfriend I'd claimed to the press. How things gets spread like wildfire these days is overwhelming.“What did he say?” My friend, Tyler asked from behind me and I sighed deeply, sliding my swivel chair to seat. “Nothing new. He just wants to see my girlfriend so he's coming up with an event party.” Tyler's pupils dilated as he stared at me, utterly surprised. “What?” I asked, my voice solemn.“Did you just call her your girlfriend?” He asked in awe and that's when it dawned on me that I had just called that newscaster of a lady, girlfriend. I smacked my head, sweeping my hair backwards in annoyance. Damn, how much I loathed that bitçh.“No.” I denied, quirking my brows at him. I could tell Tyler wasn't convinced by my response, but he decided not to bulge which I loved.“So, you'll be going to g