In love with a billionaire

Prologue

Be careful, they said.

He will break your heart.

Breaking my heart? He wasn't even in my heart at all, so how would he break it?

You won't know it, they said.

He will make you slowly fall for him and rip it all apart.

My name is Eleanor and falling in love with a billionaire, wasn't in my to-do-list. For some reason, people think I won't be able to resist the charms of the Almighty billionaire. Not even my best friend, Chloe, thinks that.

His name is Liam James, a die-hard celebrity with lots of fan girls who swoop over him. CEO, the Boss of all Bosses in Pink Moda and dangerous Casanova of all times.

I, Eleanor Reyes, is sure going to prove them wrong. And, they're going to live with that.

Eleanor

You must be wondering how I met Liam.

Well... It was on a very bad day for me. I had been walking back home. About crossing a crosswalk. I had lost the job interview and this made me frustrated.

These were my thoughts as I went home on foot, like a lost puppy. I had no money to pay for even the bus. My mum used the last cent we had left to buy groceries just yesterday.

The road was as noisy as usual. As I moved to the cross walk, I noticed a particular expensive looking car which was not moving. After getting the idea that it wasn’t moving anytime soon, I then decided to fully take the crosswalk.

A sudden screech sound caught my attention. But, it was too late. Out of fear, I fell flat on my buttocks, with the roughness of the floor welcoming me.

I cursed under my breath and hissed loudly. I then examined  myself if I could standup.

I could.

Thus I did the next thing that boomed in my mind.

“Are you nuts? Didn't you go to a driving school?” I yelled at the car. It was a sleek Ferrari which appeared expensive. From the polishness, one could decipher its quality.

I looked down on my poor foot. It had been injured, thanks to the driver.

I stood up on one foot and walked up to the car.

I looked directly head-on inside the car, waiting for the bad driver to come out. I had expected it to be a reckless drunkard but it was the exact opposite.

It was a young man probably in his twenties coming out of the car. He wore a black suit which had a neat-cut from the upper body to the lower. He had a muscular build. Indeed, he was good-looking and handsome. He had a charcoal-black hair which covered one of his eyes.

Indeed, he looked like the devil himself as he marched towards me, with the wind blowing his hair softly.

“Who are you?” he asked rudely, with a cold expression on his face. He didn't even wait for me to answer, instead, he carried on.

“You must be one of those reporters stalking me, aren't you?” he asked, though in more of a statement than an answer. I wriggled my eyebrows at how he could be so insensitive. Some men had no shame. I mean he made the mistake and couldn't even accept his fault.

“R-Reporter? I have better things to do than to stalk an arrogant idiot like you!” I yelled, with a frown on my face.

“What makes this situation worse is that you almost took my life and you think nothing of it. Look at my injuries. You'll pay for this.” I told him immediately.

Who the hell did he think he was?

“Ah, payment. Was that it?” he asked, arching a brow cockily.

“Hold on a sec.” he said. My eyes narrowed at him, following his movement as he marched to his car. He then came back after taking something. I stood there, waiting for him to come back. He did, but with something in his hands:

Money.

“Take this and never show up again.” He said. My eyes froze in horror as he sprayed the money from the top of my body to below. I saw the money drop gently to the floor.

Rich people had no real value of money. I mean who uses all this money for just a slight injury on the leg?

I immediately gathered the money on the floor to give him back.

I was anything but a gold digger.

With this thought on my mind, I moved to give him the money back but was met with a screeching sound. He had already zoomed out of there before the word, Mary Celeste.

Urrgh!

I hoped to meet him again.