The Cruel Lust Billionaire

Zürich, Switzerland, is familiar to everyone. It is a country often nicknamed Heaven because of its mountain scenery. It is also famous for its vineyards and many valleys that spoil the eyes. Angelica Gabriella Christopher, the second daughter of Kenneth Christopher and Queenzella Perrson, the owners of a wine factory that is very famous among the old money, was born in this beautiful place, blessed with a perfect body, a gorgeous face, and a brilliant brain.

A pair of eyes scanned the altar. Her business partner had just gotten married. Rumor had it that women Angel's age were getting married in arranged marriages, which was no stranger to those who wanted to further enrich their personal accounts. Angel couldn't help but smile. She didn't believe in romance, let alone a marriage based on business.

"Why is he so stupid? Will choosing not to get married make her starve to death?" muttered Angel, taking another sip of wine and clinking then frowning slightly. Her tongue was too sensitive to know the quality of cheap wine with just one taste.

"The quality of the wine is poor. Is the money they received for selling a favorite princess, unable to serve the best wine?" Angel monologued, swirling the glass and then dumping the contents.

"Angelica Gabriella Christopher. I can't believe I'm meeting you," a socialite woman approached Angel and presumptuously sat at the same table as him.

"Who gave you permission to sit here," Angel said with a sharp look in her eyes, making the socialite woman stand up again without prompting.

"Forgive me for my impudence, please introduce me as Patricia, Aunt Viona."

Angel frowned as no word escaped her lips, and she didn't even look at her interlocutor. There were no pleasantries in Angel's dictionary; she would show her dislike without having to pretend to be excellent. It wasn't perfect for her when she met people who spoke well in front but pitted them against each other at the back.

"You are really arrogant. I've known the Christoper family to be very generous and well-mannered, but after meeting their daughter I think that I misjudged, you're so arrogant."

"How very noble are your expectations, Mrs. Patricia? Throw it all overboard. I'm not as good as you think. Stop expecting," Angel muttered with a calm demeanor, like money piling up in her account.

She stood up from her chair. It was time for her to leave this sacred place; only those who believed in love and were consumed by it could stand there. But not her; for her, the men who approached her only offered a hell wrapped in the beautiful word commitment.

"I will not marry just for the sake of status; no love makes me beg," Angel monologued confidently. She forgot one thing: Nothing is impossible in this world, including returning the vow he made seriously.

Angel walked with her head held high. Her clothes were simple, but she was still the center of attention. But her didn't care; let those who owned those two eyeballs look at him until their eyes jumped out. Angel's hand quickly handed the bag to the two bodyguards, who happily followed her like dogs.

"These clothes have poor-quality materials! They make my body hot and sweaty," Angel said like an atomic bomb to the brand owner. Once Angel said bad words, it was over.

"Miss, do you want us to-"

"No! This time I don't want to ruin their brand," Angel interrupted with a raised finger.

"Give me that one thing," Angel said, opening her hand to ask one of the bodyguards.

"No, Miss. Big Master Kenneth will scold us if she finds out we gave it to you again," replied one of the bodyguards who refused their young Miss' request.

"Daddy won't be angry as long as you keep your mouth shut! Besides, what you took was mine," said Angel.

The bodyguard approached Angel and placed peppermint gum on the surface of Angel's hand. Given the anger of the great lord Kenneth Christopher, let alone their mistress Queenzella, they wouldn't dare give cigarettes to their young lady. They still wanted to live a long time on earth, so they obeyed what the great lord forbade.

"F*ck! I pay you a salary, and you disobey me," protested Angel, who stuffed candy into her mouth. She walked into the car and sat down with her arms crossed.

With her cell phone vibrating, Angel saw an incoming message from her best friend. She had sent a photo of an invitation, complete with a prewedding photo.

"Hello, who's getting married?"

"Look again; you should recognize him if you look seriously."

"No, I don't. I don't recognize him, is he one of my exes? Or is he one of our college friends."

"Oh my! That guy Logan, did you forget the name of the guy who was your first love."

"Logan? You mean!"

Click

Angel's hand suddenly looked back at the invitation and the prewedding photo. Her fingers zoomed in on the screen until her eyes could clearly see the man's face, checking to make sure that it was really Logan she had been looking for all this time.

"That's right. He's the same guy." Angel monologued.

Angel dialed his best friend Stella's number again, and she answered Angel's call.

"Can you accompany me to Spain?"

"Angel, don't tell me you want to."

"Yes, make her fail to get married, that's my goal."

"Angel, isn't this too much. After all, you haven't been in touch with her for a long time."

"I basically don't accept your current opinion. I just need to confirm whether you can or not!"

"Of course! Can I refuse Princess Christopher's request?"

"Prepare yourself, we will leave tomorrow morning."

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In the grand residence of Christopher's mansion. There was only the sound of knives and forks clashing at the dining table. Two boys and a girl were silent and busy with their food; since childhood, they were taught to eat civilized. No talking while eating, sitting up straight, and they insisted that the fork and spoon should come to the mouth when eating. And it is not the mouth that comes near the spoon and fork. No chewing noises because chewing with strange noises sounds like a starving beast.

Angel put down her knife and fork. She finished eating, wiped her mouth with a special cloth, and then sipped the water provided in the glass. Her body remained straight with both hands on the table, waiting for her siblings to finish. Her parents were still enjoying their dinner.

Angel waited for the moment when he could say. She had permitted her to go to Spain the next day, but she had to hold off until dinner was over and then sit back and relax with a drink of wine. It was the perfect time for her to talk about this.

Dinner was over, and the waiter was busy removing the empty plates one by one and replacing them with glass cups placed on the right side. Then, the male waiter came to pour the wine and fill the glasses one by one. They all had to taste the wine produced by the factory to determine its quality.

"Asher, Angel, Aiden what do you think about the wine that has been produced lately," Kenneth said, looking at their two sons and one daughter.

"I think it tastes fine Daddy," Asher replied, taking another sip of wine from his glass.

"I'm the same Daddy, nothing strange. It still tastes the same I suggest we just change the packaging," Aiden, Kenneth and Zella's youngest son, continued.

Kenneth nodded and looked at his daughter Angel. Angel was the one Kenneth was most looking forward to. His daughter was very sensitive to wine and a perfectionist in every job, including developing the winery.

"Then Angel, what about you?" Kenneth asked. He stared intensely into his daughter's face, which was very similar to Zella, his wife when she was young.

"I think the wine produced is a little different from before, there is a sour taste that is a little disturbing. Since the grapes in the orchard have had some problems with the weather over the past year, I think it has also affected the wine," Angel explained quickly, raising her hand as the waiter came over and replaced the glasses with new wine glasses.

"We're going to try the wine that was produced ten years ago," Angel said, raising her glass. The five people at the table simultaneously tasted the wine from ten years ago.

"It's much classier," Zella said, nodding as her tongue tasted the sensation of a wine that was so precise and expensive as she sipped it.

"That's what we know about wine. The longer it is aged and the longer the year of production, the more expensive the wine will be. In terms of taste, it's much different, that's why I want to destroy the wine that I think is of poor quality," Angel explained straightforwardly and firmly.

"But the production cost is already a loss Angel, and we also lose because of the materials used," Asher interjected.

"A little loss won't bankrupt Daddy. It can't even make my personal wallet dying, I'm more concerned with quality than quantity. Since our target market is the old money, they will have no problem spending large sums of money to get personal satisfaction."

"Just sell it at a low price," Aiden continued.

"Then the name of our wine will be labeled as cheap wine? Because it drastically lowers the price. No. I won't let that happen, it's better to destroy and remake the wine with better quality than this."

Kenneth and Zella clapped their hands. Then they looked at each other. Just by looking at each other for a few minutes, they seemed to have connected with the same thoughts.

"Well done, Angelica Gabriella Christopher. We support everything you do," Kenneth said, praising his very ambitious daughter.

"I have one thing to say to Daddy and Mommy," Angel replied with a deep breath and then slightly corrected her sitting position.

"Tell us, dear. What do you want to tell us?" Zella continued, looking deeply into her daughter's eyes.

"I'm going to Spain for the next few days," Angel said seriously. She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell us what she was going there for.

"Are you on business? Or do you just want to take a vacation there? I'll call Layla if you come there," Zella said.

"No need, Mommy. I don't want to trouble Aunty Layla. I'm just meeting someone. I'll be back as soon as I can," Angel explained, trying to make her parents believe her despite her struggles.

"Someone? Why are you so nervous when you say it, is it a guy?" asked Asher, looking sharply at his little sister.

"Yes. He's a grown man that I have to get," Angel said seriously. Her words surprised everyone at the dinner table.

"What will you do if you get him?" Kenneth continued.

"Marry him."

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