She was in it for the sake of her father, He was in it for the sake of his assets. When Isabella received the news of her ailing father, the last thing she expected was to find herself married to her Boss barely forty eight hours later! Within forty eight hours, she had made the biggest mistake of her life. Within forty eight hours, she realized exactly what kind of a man Xander Velasquez was – A cold hearted bastard and a difficult man. With a Contract Marriage binding them together, Xander Velasquez decides to make her life a living hell. However, she isn't bending to his will! Instead, she has a new goal in mind, to change her boss and husband. But then, a question still remains: Will she ever be able to see beyond His walls?
Isabella's POV:
"We've managed to temporarily stabilize him for now, but we are not out of the woods yet. He has a 50-50% chance of survival in his current state as he might never wake up from this coma."
"To increase his chances of survival, we will have to replace his damaged heart within the next three months or risk losing him forever." He ended with a grave look.
I breathed shakily, my palms sweaty yet cold. "H-How much is the surgery?"
"The surgery will cost you $250,000." He responded.
It wrecked me as he delivered that last crushing blow to my soul.
My heart dropped to my stomach as I crumbled to the floor, spent. It felt like a piece inside of me had begun to wither as the reality of the situation weighed down on me like a brooding fiend.
I could possibly loose my father within the next ninety days.
He had been the only one there for me after my mother upped and left us two decades ago..
Offering a sincere apology, the doctor exited the room, giving me enough privacy to deal with the news. It was all crashing down on me, much too fast.
Tears pooled in my eyes, remembering.
I was just five at the time and couldn't process much of what was going on. Whenever I asked Dad about Mum, he always responded by telling me she had gone on a long vacation and would be back soon.
At the tender age of ten, I finally mustered up the courage to ask him to tell me the truth, assuring him I could handle it.
Taking a deep breath, he informed me that she left us. It crushed me even as I asked him why she did that. He had replied saying she never gave a real explanation.
Ever since then, it had been the two of us against the world, thick as thieves.
He gifted me a cake on every birthday and showed up at every major event. He was always present as a proud father to all of my graduations, showing up when it mattered most. He had been my strongest rock and supporter.
And now that he needed me the most, I didn't know how to be there for him.
As if just remembering what the doctor said, I took out my phone and went through my banking apps. I had a grand total of $100,000. I gripped the phone tightly as the first drop fell, then the next.
Putting it away, I was soon a crying mess on the floor.
Where the heck was I supposed to get $150,000?!
I couldn't afford to let the only man that had ever loved me more than I deserved, die like that, but I really didn't know what to do. Even if I sold my car and worked two jobs, it still wouldn't be enough.
Feeling utterly hopeless, I broke into another fit of tears. I stayed in that position for a long while before I could eventually collect myself. Sniffling as I got up, I walked over to where my father lay.
Looking down at his frail form with red puffy eyes as I stood at the side of his bed, I could hardly believe my eyes. For someone so full of life, he seemed so close to death with his pale skin and shut eyes.
Dressed in a plain hospital gown, the only thing signifying life in the otherwise quiet room was the steady rise and fall of his chest and the constant beeping of the monitor. I couldn't bear seeing him like this.
Clasping his left hand in mine, it was deathly cold. I sat down on the chair beside his bed.
"I will not let you die like this Dad. I will do everything within my power to see you open your eyes and walk on your two feet again."
Placing a single kiss on his hand, I crossed the room quickly and walked out the door, heading down to the doctor's office to discuss payment plans.
***
Hours later, I found myself in front of a popular nightclub, Omnia.
I smacked my head lightly. Ugh! I still can't believe I let Casperella talk me into this!
Dressed in a red knee length gown with my hair let down and only a thousand dollars left to my name, my blonde haired bestie had talked me into drinking away my pain before figuring out a solution.
Needless to say, she had a good talk. I was going to drink my heart out for tonight.
Walking into the large building, the booming music reached my ears first. It was a fast paced beat that had you swaying to the music as the vibrations made you shake.
Making my way through the sweaty bodies of the evening clubbers, I quickly found myself a seat at the bar.
I called out to the bartender. "I would like a shot of vodka."
Seconds later, I was downing the first shot of my drink. The liquid flowed down my throat in one swift motion, leaving a burning feeling in its wake.
"Another." I slid my glass over the bar, getting a refill almost immediately. I didn't want to think.
That was gone in seconds as well.
Slightly buzzed, I felt like dancing. So, I lightly stumbled over to the dance floor, swaying my hips to the fast beat with a hand in the air. Soon, a random guy joined me. Too buzzed to care, I ignored his presence.
We continued dancing for a few minutes before I heard them.
"Oh my gosh.. Is- Is he... Drunk?" A girl gushed. Her cheeks were tinged red, blushing as she looked at someone.
"I think so. This will make a great story: 'Multibillionaire Xander Velasquez Found Drunk At A Random Highbrow Club.' How does that sound?" Another one giggled as I rolled my eyes.
They were talking about my billionaire Boss, Xander Velasquez, as rumours began circulating.
Following the direction of their eyes, I spotted him quickly. Turning on my heels, I walked over to him. He seemed to be having a hard time staying awake as he blinked repeatedly.
Getting to him, I leaned down and said, "Sir, I'll be taking you home now. Rumours are beginning to spread about you. Do you think you can walk on your own?"
Nothing. He seemed dazed simply staring at me as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
Cutting my eyes to Ethan-Mr Velasquez's male personal assistant and my colleague, I signaled to him to help me out as I bent to help him up. He came over and immediately, we helped him to his feet and out of the club.
After successfully placing him in the car and shutting the door, Ethan thanked me before rushing over to the driver's seat. Once he was settled in, I lightly tapped the roof of the car twice, alerting him to move as he drove off.
Aware of my busy schedule ahead, I paid for my drinks and drove down to my apartment.
As my head hit the fluffy pillows, I couldn't help but think:
What a day!
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”
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21/10/2024