All Chapters of My Paradise With Mr.Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

"I told you so," is the first thing she says when I finish telling her the whole story, which only dampens my already sour mood."Wow, no, I am so sorry for you ,girl.""Or I will always be there for you ,bestie.""Or I will kill those bastards ,I always knew men were scum." I say with a raised eyebrows, Mia is a very loyal person with strong opinions about a lot of things including my relationships,so I was expecting something more but all she does is shrug."Nope, the only thing I'm going to say is that I warned you there was something off about David and his sister," Mia replies, putting air quotes around the word "sister." I groan and take another spoonful of ice cream."First of all, you were the one who introduced me to him, so if there is anyone to blame, it's you, "I say, pointing at Mia which earns me a glare from her and a pillow tossed at me, almost knocking the bucket of ice creams out of my lap."Hey, stop that! Secondly, he said she was his stepsister, or sister—I don

"We are going to be together, forever, Little doll face," A mans voice whispered, his cold breath brushing against my ear as he dragged me deeper into the cabin. The wooden beams creaked and groaned, and the fire crackled in the hearth, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I attempted to struggle, but my wrists and ankles were bound by rough rope, leaving me helpless.He unties the ropes given me a little surges of hope ,but it all fades away as he pulled me closer, the stench of decay and rot filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. The man's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, as he gives his signature smile , a smile so twisted and cruel I can't help but flinch. "You'll never escape me, Alexia," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.I thrashed and kicked, desperate to break free, but The man's grip only tightened. He dragged me outside, the darkness of the woods enveloping us like a shroud. The trees loomed above, their branches creaking ominously in the wind.As w

I carefully whisk the batter in a large mixing bowl, ensuring that it becomes silky smooth and devoid of any lumps. As I dip my finger into the fluffy mixture and bring it to my mouth, the sweet, creamy goodness explodes on my tongue, evoking a smile that spreads across my face. At that moment, I realized how food really does soothe all of ones troubles.Setting the mixing bowl down on the countertop, I turn to the cabinet, rummaging through the cookware until I find the heavy frying pan. I pull it out and place it on the hot plate, allowing it to heat up properly. With a knife, I carefully slice off a generous piece of butter and set it aside, eagerly awaiting the moment the pan reaches the perfect temperature.Once the pan is hot enough, I drop the butter in, and it immediately sizzles and dances upon contact with the surface. The delightful aroma fills the kitchen as I swirl the melting butter around, ensuring the bottom of the pan is coated in a glossy sheen. Satisfied with its p