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One year with a grumpy billionaire

One year with a grumpy billionaire

juliet michelle

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"You want this Viv. Don't you?" He murmured,his thumb tracing a gentle part down my body. His piercing green eyes seemed to bore into my soul,their intensity making my heart raced. "Stop please," I cried. I held on to his shoulders to push him away but my fingers dugged into his skin as I threw my head back. A moan escaped my throat. He leaned closer and hiked my skirt up. He pushed aside my already wet panties and gently caressed my clitoris. "Answer me baby, do you want this? Do you want us?" I could feel his warm breath against my skin,his words laced with a tone that both thrilled and terrified me. "Yes,I want it" I whispered,my eyes fluttering close while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I couldn't control the moans that erupt my throat. I knew my actions means giving him total control over me, but I couldn't think straight at the moment. I just wanted him. . . . Hit by the betrayal of her best friend and her boyfriend, Vivian Everhart enters a marriage of convenience with Kian Blackwood. They would show affection and act like a normal couple to everyone, but indoors they act like strangers. Their arrangement was going without a hitch for a while until they started feeling attracted towards each other. They decided to make their marriage real until a figure from Kian's past came into the picture. This made the couple drift apart. Will they go their separate ways? Or will they give themselves another chance and fight for their love?

Chapter 1 My life

VIVIAN

I stood in front of my art piece, Anticipation taking the best of me.

The gallery was filled with people,their hushed conversations and murmurs kept seeming into my ears

Today is one of the best day of my life..if not the best. ,I've never felt so fulfilled, happy and filled with so much life. This art piece is my life,my work of three months. I've dedicated my time and my heart into making it

I gazed at my installation- a canvas of torn fabric,broken chains and splattered paint. I felt so proud and vulnerable. This was my declaration of independence,my refusal to be bound by the chains of conformity.

The crowd began to disperse,and a group of art critics and collectors gathered around my installation,their keen eyes assessing each details of the piece

My anxiety grew up. I knew this was the moment,the moment I've been waiting for my whole life. My chance to make a name for myself,a name that is not Everhart.

The fist person that stepped forward was James.

He's a popular critics,well known for his scathing and taunting reviews.

I once was present in a gathering where he criticize a lady's work beyond imagination. Tears filled the lady's face that day and I felt so bad for her.

"And who is the rebellious mind behind this... unconventional piece?"

His voice jilted me out of my reverie

I took a deep breath and introduced myself,my voice steady.

"I'm Vivian. This installation represents the struggle to break free from societal expectations and forge one's own part "

Oscar raised an eyebrow,his interest piqued.

"Ambitious." He mused

"I see elements of abstract expressionism but the message feels.. personal. Tell me Vivian,what inspired..this?"

My gaze drifted to my art piece and then to him.

"I felt inspired to make this piece,it screams freedom. Freedom for anyone whose life feels suffocated by people's expectations."

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the gallery's music.

James nodded thoughtfully, his expression softening.

"I see. Well, Vivian, you've certainly made a statement. I look forward to seeing more of your work in the future."

As the crowd dispersed, a flurry of business cards and compliments enveloped me. My art had resonated with strangers, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly seen.

For a brief, shining moment, I forgot that the word happiness isn't meant for me. I could feel alive and happy for a moment and something must definitely squeeze its way in to ruin it.

As I scanned the crowd, my eyes fell on a familiar figure at the back of the gallery - my father, Fred.

His disapproving gaze was obvious,snuffing out the spark of joy that had been burning inside me.

My heart sank, my stomach twisting into knots. I never expected him to be here.

I had lied to him about going to the gym, and now I was caught red-handed. I watched in dread as he walked out of the room, and I followed suit immediately,

I had been so careful,so meticulous in keeping the art exhibition a secret from him, knowing fully well the backlash I would face if he found out.

His words echoed in my mind,a painful reminder of the countless times he had belittled my artistic pursuits.

He had once destroyed my sketchbook and pains dismissing them as a waste of time, insisting that I focus on something more "real" and practical like taking over his company

But to me,art was more than a hobby - it was my passion, my lifeline and one thing that made me feel truly alive.

I got to the parking lot and watched as his car disappeared into the night

I walked back to my car, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. I knew I had to face him eventually,and I wasn't looking forward to it. I started the engine and began to drive home,my mind replaying the confrontation that was to come

I pulled into the driveway and saw Fred standing on the front porch,his arms crossed over his chest. His face was stern and disapproving,I knew that look too well.

I stepped out of the car and made my way into the house with Fred's gaze following me.

I braced myself the expected as I entered his house and as expected,he wasted no time in voicing out the expected confrontation

"How could you betray me like this Vivian?" He demanded,his voice laced with anger and disappointment.

"You know how I feel about your foolish dreams of becoming an artist"

"We've had this conversation several times dad and I'm still standing on my claim. This is my career. I'm finally doing what I love, and I'm good at it. That's not foolish "

I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

" You call this a career? It's a hobby, Vivian. A waste of time"

He sneered, his face reddening with anger.

"It's not just a hobby, Dad. It's my passion. And I'm making a name for myself in the art world. You've always dismissed my passion for art. You've never supported me,never encouraged me and now, you're angry because I pursued it anyways"

I argued, standing my ground.

"I'm telling you Vivian "

Fred's face reddened with anger.

"It's a hobby,not a real job. And look what it's done to our family. It killed your mother for crying out loud!"

I felt a stinging sensation, like he had slapped me.

I felt my breath catch in my throat. A wave of grief and anger crashing over me. How dare he use my mother's memory against me.

" You don't have to bring her death up everytime. It has nothing to do with this dad" I protested, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Art killed your mother Vivian. I want you love a more successful life. Your mom wasted her life on her own dreams, and now you're doing the same"

He spat, his anger boiling over.

I took a step back, feeling the sting of his words.

"I won't give up on my dreams, Dad. And I won't let you control me" I said, my voice firm.

"Fine! If that's how you want it, then you're no longer my daughter. I disown you!. Art or me, it's time you decide"

He shouted, his face purpling with rage.

His words landed like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs and leaving me reeling in shock.

My father just brought the proposition of choosing between him or art.

I disown you

The words ring bell again and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to back down.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Dad. But I won't change who I am to please you"

I said, my voice steady.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Dad's expression changed from anger to regret.

He took a step forward, his hands outstretched. "Vivian, I didn't mean it. Please, come back..."

But I was already gone, storming out of the house, leaving him alone in the silence. I didn't look back, didn't stop until I was blocks away, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt lost and alone, but I knew I'd made the right decision. I wouldn't let anyone, not even my father, dictate my life.

I was finally standing up for myself, finally chasing my dreams. And no one, not even my father, could take that away from me.

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