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What happens when an insecure girl falls into the hands of a billionaire daddy? Will she break through her shell and fall for him? Or Wll he grow impatient and lose her? ________ Just a typical but sweetest au you'll ever read. _______ ©️ @goldenmaknae5620

MY SWEETHEART Chapter 1 Prologue

"No!! No!! Leave me! Let me go!" The girl so helpless yet disheveled, defended herself from the manly beast who was actually trying his best to rip off her knee dress, while she was rambling madly upon the floor, yelling and screaming for at least someone to help her out. "No!!! Help me! Someone help me!!"

The senses of a tall figure alerted him while he was passing by the room from where that the screaming of a girl was erupting coherently. He worriedly turned and headed for those loud voices which got clear while he was reaching the door of that specific room and as close as he gets, the feminine screaming gets higher. Right after bursting opening the door, he saw the other man almost trying to swallow that hopeless girl on the floor who had her little arms in front of everything while defending herself from that mad man.

"Back off, you bastard!!" The other man who barged in the room immediately, hurriedly yet forcefully pulled off the guy from above the girl who was now shaking and squirming so badly, when at the same time she also tried to adjust her torn dress over her slightly exposed body.

"What the fuck?! I came here first!!" The aggressive man glared the one who stood protectively in front of the girl.

"And now? It's time for you to leave." The other tall man in a fine suit, madly gritted his teeth while conveying his words in that similar aggressive tone. Both of them later locked their fired orbs with each other as the rage in them wasn't willing to settle down anytime sooner or later, when after minutes that the tall guy in massively attractive suit spoke again rudely as he glared the other guy so viciously. "Leave."

"Fuck you, billionaire." The guy spat rudely yet annyingly when he scoffed and left the room in an instance, whereas the tall one turned around and stared the girl who was silently crying on the floor.

"Hey. Are you okay?" She nodded over his question but no words left her terribly quivering lips. Her eyes filled with tears and she didn't say a single word. "What are you even doing here?" His voice was soft and inhaling when he really meant his peace. "A girl so innocent like you? Shouldn't come to places like these." Her eyes didn't lift at him while he was constantly stealing glances at her when she doesn't wanted to say a word. "With whom that you've came here?"

"My b-bo-boyfriend." Her squeak left her shaking lips and he felt pity for her, that how scared and deminished that she looked with all that fear settling over her pretty and innocent face as she was still all squeezed at her little spot whereas he was knelt down in front of her.

"Your boyfriend?" He frowned. "This place is not good for you."

"I-I-I should go now." Her broken figure tried to make a stand but he forbid her to do that when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, a bit to tightly for her to stop in her tracks.

"Wait! You can't go out there. It's just too dangerous for you." She frowned over his every single word.

"Leave me alone! Okay?!" She shouted at him, tears still burned her sad eyes.

"Don't go out there." He requested gently while shaking his head.

"Why do you even care about me?!" She scoffed rudely and he just heard her. "I have a boyfriend."

He sighed and lowered his head. "What if he just brought you here to sell you to someone? Why don't you understand? This club is like a casino for girls. No one comes here without a purpose."

"My boyfriend loves me. Why would he do that?" Her cracky voice caught his heart and he approached her.

"Listen, sweetheart. You don't belong to any one over here."

"So, what are you trying to say? That I belong to you?" Though she was shaking but she still spoke with fire in herself.

"Yes." The billionaire says as his eyes along with his voice got deeper. "I'll take good care of you, babygirl."

"Leave me. Please." She panted and took few steps back, when she also lightly clutched onto her torn dress.

"Sweetheart..."

"No!!" She aggressively went passed by his manly figure and exited the room, willing to find her boyfriend who was actually enjoying other girls at the same place.

"Brandon!" She reached his tipsy state and he widened his eyes.

"What the fucking hell are you doing here?!" He quickly stood up and harshly held her arm when she whimpered a little and more tears edged her eyes as he gritted in her face. "You were supposed to be with someone in the room by now."

"Hey!! Stop hurting her!" The same tall guy in a suit appeared once again when he instantly took her from the strong grip of her boyfriend as the billionaire later made her stand behind himself. "Don't you dare to touch her that way. Do you understand that?"

"Ohh!" Brandon smirked widely as the curve spreads over his face from ear to ear as he took it the odd way. "Who the fucking hell are you! Do decide that."

"I'm the fucking wealthiest billionaire in the city."

"So, can you pay me a huge amount for her?" Without a second thought that he blurted his poisonous words. "I can bet, you also only want her for desires, because billionaires are always spoiled for that."

"But, Brandon. I love you!! You can't do this to me!" She protested in the hold of the tall guy.

"I'll pay you for her." She surprisingly looked up towards the rich guy who made the mere offer. "I'll pay you seventy five million dollars for her. But, over one condition." His hand around her wrist tightened a little. "You will never try to reach her, ever again."

"Deal." The shine in the orbs of Brandon was even brighter than crystals when agreed with the offer of that guy, whereas the girl who stood behind that guy, went in a dilemma when she just stared her boyfriend who traded her just for the sake of his own comfort.

"Brandon. How can you even do this to me?" Her desperate cries arise when she stared him right there, when the next minute she felt another hand softly yet gently stroking her cheek.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take care of you."

_______

Tbc

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