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āš THE MARRIAGE PROPOSAL āļø ā
āļø(Billionaire Romance)āļø
(Chapter One)
(Theme: Love, Action, Revenge)
Setting: Los Angeles, California (21st century)
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(Walter's home)
~Los Angeles, California ~
Mr Walter, a man in his 60s sat on his sofa with his eyes glued to the TV. He smiles as he watched the news.
The election for the state gubernatorial election has put the city in an hopeful situation as Los Angeles can't wait to see a new development in California.
A woman who seems to be his wife came out with some bottle of wine from the kitchen.
"Hey honey,, who do you think is going to be our next Mayor?"
He asked with his eyes still glued to the TV
"That's left for we citizens to decide,, but I think...
Suddenly, four men in black suit barge in interrupting Mrs Walter. They broke down the house door.
Some men already surrounded the house and vicinity.
"Who are you?
What do you all want?"
Mr Walter asked. No one talked, they all kept quiet.
Mr taylor wanted to move,, everyone of them quickly brought out a gun and point it at him
"Stay where you are,, old man"
One of them said.
Mr taylor sighs.
"What do you all want?? We will give them to you,,, please don't just hurt us"
Mrs taylor pleaded.
"My money"
A voice replied from outside.
The walters wondered who it was.. everyone looked at the opened door waiting for someone to show up.
A man in blue suit showed up, he had a curled blonde hair and a straight handsome face. Anyone could figure out he is extremely rich with his dressing.. he hold a folding walking stick with his left hand and his right hand was in his pocket.
He put on a wicked smile and walked in.
Mr Walter and his wife fell down on their knees.
"Am sorry about your door my men broke down..
I will remove the damages from the money you owe me"
He said and looked at Mr Walter.
" Son, please am going to pay back soon, I just need more time"
Mr Walter pleaded.
He smile and walk slowly to him,, move closer to his ears
" First, am not your son..
My name is Andrew William and no one call me son apart from my father "
He whispered into Mr Walter's ear before pushing him away slightly with his walking stick.
" And time is not something you can play with,, I have given you time enough,,
Where is my money?
He asked again more angrily.
Mr taylor kept quiet.
"Alright, where is she then?
Since I can't have my money, I just be able to have her "
" She isn't back home yet "
Mr taylor replied in fear.. he stutter as he talk.
Mrs taylor just look down trying not to look at their faces.
" Or should I take your woman instead? "
He said and walk to Mrs Taylor,, touching her cheeks and face.
He draw her closer to him by her jaw and plant a kiss on her neck.
"I can have your wife instead, I don't care about her age"
"No, Mr Andrew,, my daughter will be back from work soon, you can have her"
Mr Walter quickly replied.
Andrew chuckles..
"Hmm, I can see you love your wife more than your daughter "
He replied.
" What's going on here? "
A lady asked as she walked in slowly.
She has a long hair and wore a black plain joggers and a white shirt that shows half of her stomach.
" What are some uncultured men doing in front of our home? "
Andrew turned to her...
" It's because am here, dear..
He replied and smile.
Rose sighs and walk to his parents on the ground..
"Are you okay, mom?"
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