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THE BILLIONAIRE'S BADASS WIFE

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BADASS WIFE

A woman named Isabella Thompson is walking alone in a heavy downpour at night. She falls beside a black car on the curb and desperately crawls into it, realizing that she would be found frozen to death in the rain by morning. However, she doesn't notice the strong smell of blood in the air. In the dark, a pair of dark eyes with a bluish tint snap open and dart to her with a sharp light in them. The owner of the eyes, a severely injured man, tries to push her away, but he's too weak. Isabella lowers her head and presses her body against the man's toned body, angering him. The rain finally subsides into a drizzle, and Isabella wakes up in the car the next morning, trying to recall how she ended up there. Isabella is outside her parents' house, where she overhears a conversation between Samantha Lang, a famous TV personality and her fan, and another person. Samantha insults Isabella and reveals that they were swapped at birth, which explains the odd atmosphere at home lately. Isabella was taken to a five-star hotel in Dawton City, but she escaped because she realized she had been set up. She feels wistful and wants to think that Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are still her parents, even if she is not related to them. However, she hears Mrs. Thompson say that Isabella is a cheap girl who does not deserve to be Samantha's servant, and that the Lang family would not recognize her as their daughter.
Stupid mistake

Stupid mistake

"Whooo! Let's drink! Ali shouted. Yes, we're in the bar, been here with friends since earlier. Ali's broken; her boyfriend cheated on her. Thought he was handsome, but well, 'Whoo, let's drink!' she exclaimed, taking a swig of her beer. "Listen, Cally, never fall for handsome guys; they're all cheaters," a friend advised, and I just chuckled. "Okay, enough of that," I said. "No! Let's drink more! It hurts so much!" Ali insisted, drawing attention from others in the bar. "Stop them," I instructed Sam. "Hey, easy! I told you, I'm here for you," Tom chimed in. "Eww, Tom, we're just friends," I retorted. "Shut up," he replied. "You're just drunk, gaining confidence," Tom teased. "Well, we graduated; maybe I have a chance now, right, Ali?" Ali scoffed, ignoring him. "Handle them; I need the restroom," I said, feeling a bit dizzy. Hi, I'm Cally, short for Cllane Avarri Joy. Apologies for the length – blame my mom's preference for sophistication. We all graduated with a Business Administration degree; I didn't like the courses for the "smart" ones. I'll just find my engineer, right? We're a group of not-so-responsible friends, as you can see. We enjoy each other's company before facing life individually. My parents scold me due to my friends, fearing they might influence me. They don't know I'm the leader. Annoyingly, I'm constantly compared to my cousin Amanda, the golden child. I washed my face; alcohol works fast. Exiting the bathroom, I couldn't stand seeing couples kissing. "Why can't I find someone good-looking?" I complained. "Hey, Cally!" my friends called. "Later!" I replied, feeling a bit woozy. "Focus, Cally, I need to find someone tonight," Tim said. "Looking for someone?" I asked. "Yeah, and I was hoping to see you," he replied. "So, what do you want?" I quickly retorted. He grinned. "I'll give you the room number; follow me later." "Here we go again. Where's the number?" He handed me 143. "Okay," I said, taking a sip of his beer. "It feels like you're in the mood, huh?" he teased. "You wish," I playfully responded. He left, and I continued drinking. A few hours passed; I was a bit drunk. "Nice!" I muttered, heading towards the rooms. I found the door with the number 143, knocked, and waited. It took a while to open; I was getting sleepy. "Oh, still drinking, Cally?" I muttered to myself, entering the room. "What are you doing!?" someone exclaimed. "Let's sleep," I said, placing my hand on their shoulder. They looked at me, and my vision blurred. I burst into laughter for no apparent reason. "You're really drunk, Cally! Seeing all kinds of handsome people," they remarked.