All Chapters of Loving the Cold-Hearted Alpha Lionel : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LIONELI didn’t move for some reason. No, I wasn’t moved by her infuriating display before me. I’ve had girls – in multitudes – try to catch my attention with being sexy, so sexy was nothing new to me. I remained fixed in a position because I was just trying to comprehend how foolish this girl actually was.First, she had gotten it wrong – I didn’t want anything from her when I gave her the job in place of Regina, then she proved even more stupid to show that she was so cheap, wanting to sleep with me even without me asking for it.Interesting.She drew closer now, already naked on the table, stretching forth her boobs towards my face.I remained in my position smiling at her. “Are you this desperate about having sex with me?” I asked as casually as ever.“I know you want it.” She replied as she licked her lips. “I’m only making it easy for you because you’re my type of guy and I want you.”“Alright, that’s good. I’ve go

REGINALucky was a rather smallish man with thick, stubby hair and a nerdy look. He had eyeglasses on and appeared to be more professional than I would have ever imagined him to be.“Hello.” I greeted. “Good day, Sir Lucky.”“Hello, Regina.” He replied. “Because I believe that’s who you are, right?”“Right!” I replied smartly. I could guess that Frankenstein had already called him to inform him that I was coming and of course, it would only make my application easier. It was just as the interview began that every tension, I had felt prior to coming into Goldie vanished. Lucky was a cool person, interacting smartly and appeared to like everything about me for who I was.“Well, there’s a movie project we’re working on right now. I’m just the CEO, not the casting director. I will introduce you to the casting director, after which he will audition you briefly just to see where you best fit in on set. Is that okay?”“That’s

REGINA Anyone that may have passed by me at that moment would have taken me for someone going insane. I remained rooted to a spot, processing my reality. Does it mean Lionel was so evil, so stupidly childish and cringe, that he would instruct Damian to go head over heels and try to molest me? But if he did tell Damian to do so, why didn’t he then tell Lucky the same thing? Why did he then tell Lucky to just let go? Now, Damian was dead. Wait a minute! I gasped as my jaw fell open. “No… no…” I gasped. I didn’t want to think that was true. Was I overthinking things already? I needed Gwen. I needed to meet Gwen. I hurried out of Goldie, taking another look at it as I got into a cab, wishing things had turned out differently, and yes, it would have. My whole career was right in front of me right now and it was taken all away by Lionel with just a simple phone call! Argh! “Are you okay, ma’am?” I di

REGINA Of course, Father was after protecting the reputation of Lionel Williams - my soon to be husband. I didn’t give a shit!I wanted to tell him to his face that I was beginning to have an idea of the type of devil he was and though my suspicions of Damian’s death was only based on theories, I was almost a hundred percent sure that Lionel was more than capable of killing Damian to prove a point. And yet, here I was… meant to marry him.I kept fuming throughout that day - pissed off at Lucky for letting me go at a threat even when I knew deep down that it wasn’t his fault, disappointed in my father for being so blind to a plain truth, angry at Lionel for merely existing. “He doesn’t want me, and yet he wants to keep me… He wants to cage me like some bird, stop me from having a life of my own!” I growled as I kept pacing around the room while Gwen remained on the bed, watching, lost in thoughts as well. We had both faced the shit together. “Maybe we need to find Marcy…” Gwen sudd

REGINAA few days past and I was yet to get over the scheming darkness of Lionel plaguing my life. I knew well that perhaps, I wouldn’t get over it, though until I came face to face with Lionel to tell him just how much of a piss of shit, he and his beta was right to his face.I just didn’t want to have to go all the way to his territory to do that, but we were getting married right? He was going to get it bluntly from me sooner or later.Father and I did not speak about anything through the passing days as I watched the intensity for the wedding preparation grow. The women frequented the house more often, all smiling and joyful, like two lovebirds were getting married under the bright full moon. I was sick of their joy. It’s not like they were pretending – they just didn’t have an idea of how much hate was brooding between me and my husband-to-be.Some of the women tried to talk to me every now and then, telling me things about how to serve the alpha. I barley gave any listening ears