Tamara Valentine is a beautiful young billionaire looking for love and romance to complete her. Randal is a lowlife pauper looking for money to fulfill his long life dreams and create a name for himself and he found the source of his wealth the day he laid eyes on the young and beautiful Tamara Valentine. Rental swept Tamara off her feet and made her lots of beautiful promises but then one day he left her broke, bankrupt and heartbroken. Will Tamara accept her fate or take back what's rightfully hers, read to find out lovelies, and put on your seatbelt because this is going to be a very bumpy ride.
A cup of coffee, toast, and scrambled eggs. A robe, messy hair, and eye bags like she hadn't slept at all last night.
This was Tamara Valentine and she had eyebags because she hadn't slept at all the last night. She stared at herself in a mirror, slightly disgusted. She took a sip of her coffee before taking a bite of her toast then looked at herself in the mirror again as she munched on the softness of the bread. She took a deep breath.
What kind of fucking life is this?
She walked away from the mirror and sat on a dining chair, resting her coffee cup on the table. Her eyes wandered to a piece of paper with a pen stabbed right through it. The words on the paper read Randal Meyers.
She thought it was poetic, perhaps it made her look crazy; writing her ex-boyfriend's name on a piece of paper and stabbing right through it. She would have gone for drawings but she wasn't much of an artist.
She kept biting from the toast and sipping from her coffee as her mind raced frantically.
The past year of house arrest might have not driven her completely crazy but she knew she had changed. She knew she had hate in her. She was filled with anger and lust for revenge every morning she woke up. She would always plot her return, and what she would do to the man who destroyed everything she had achieved and tried to destroy her.
Unsurprisingly, her mind would always wander to the idea of killing him, but she wasn't sure she had enough hate to drive her to murder someone so it was always a no-go for her.
She tore out a piece of paper from her jotter on the table and scribbled the name Randal Meyers, she stabbed the paper, again and again. She used this as a way to let out some anger and frustration. It kept her sane
What am I doing? She thought to herself, digging her fingers into her hair. It was something she had to deal with every day; questioning herself as to why what happened happened. Most times she thought it was a long nightmare, everything was so horrible that it had to be a nightmare.
She regretted not seeing the signs when they were right there. It all felt too good to be true and she fell for it, completely. Now Randal Meyers was living in some mansion he bought, spending the money he stole from her with her best friend Paige, while she is stuck in her home, denied the freedom of anything like an ordinary tweet.
Apart from the regular visits from her assistant, Elsa Voight she never had physical contact with other people. It was exasperating, to say the least.
She tore out another piece of paper and was about to write down his name once more when her doorbell rang. A confused look was on her face, Who the fuck could that be? She got up almost tripping on her slippers.
"Oh fuck." she put on her slippers and staggered towards the front door, "Elsa is that you? You're kind of early?" The doorbell rang again.
"Well fucking hold on then!" She opened the door. The face she saw was the most unrecognizable face she had ever seen "Who the hell are you?"
"Hello, Ms. Valentine. My name is Malia Goldman."
Tamara stared at her for a second then replied, "Okay, Malia Goldman. What do you want?"
"I believe you and I have a thing in common."
"Really, well what's that?"
"We have a common enemy."
Tamara gave her an inquisitive look, pretending to not be assuming what she meant. "What are you talking about?"
"I used to date Randal Meyers. He destroyed my life just as he did to yours and I want my revenge."
Tamara's eyes widened with curiosity, this was a sign, this was her chance.
"Are you gonna let me in?"
She blinked her eyes, returning to her senses. "Yes," she said, "yes I am."
Chapter 1 Goldman
02/06/2022
Chapter 2 Glass
02/06/2022
Chapter 3 Impossible
02/06/2022
Chapter 4 Ideas
02/06/2022
Chapter 5 Plans
03/06/2022
Chapter 6 Call her again
10/06/2022
Chapter 7 Drinks
10/06/2022
Chapter 8 Investor
10/06/2022
Chapter 9 Speculation
10/06/2022
Chapter 10 Sabotage
10/06/2022
Chapter 11 Top thirty
21/06/2022
Chapter 12 Quentin
21/06/2022
Chapter 13 The Cowboys
21/06/2022
Chapter 14 Investments
21/06/2022
Chapter 15 Slow motion
22/06/2022
Chapter 16 Paperwork
22/06/2022
Chapter 17 Ridiculous
01/07/2022
Chapter 18 Q and A
02/07/2022
Chapter 19 Doctor stephens
05/07/2022
Chapter 20 Guilt
05/07/2022
Chapter 21 Yoga
06/07/2022
Chapter 22 British-English
07/07/2022
Chapter 23 An affair
07/07/2022
Chapter 24 A Complete mess
08/07/2022
Chapter 25 Hire Her
08/07/2022
Chapter 26 Shot in the Alley
08/07/2022
Chapter 27 Cupcakes
10/07/2022
Chapter 28 Center of everything
11/07/2022
Chapter 29 Drugs
11/07/2022
Chapter 30 Mazet
13/07/2022
Chapter 31 Muggle
13/07/2022
Chapter 32 Agreement
14/07/2022
Chapter 33 Power ranger
15/07/2022
Chapter 34 Murder
17/07/2022
Chapter 35 Bruce and Buck
19/07/2022
Chapter 36 Secret Spy
20/07/2022
Chapter 37 Stuff
21/07/2022
Chapter 38 Hollywood Holland
22/07/2022
Chapter 39 Glass of wine
23/07/2022
Chapter 40 Backwards on the sofa
25/07/2022
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