Trapped by the Billionaire

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ew my

name in the Rodriguez household. My father used his shipping line to bring in his very fragile merchandise, fragile as in illegal. It was true that I was aware of the sort of business my father

and another idea came to mind: what if he w

e watch, the confidence, the looks, oh, the looks.... It had to be definitely him but I had to be sure before jumping into

to you" was the summary of her explanation. I hesitate

hance know who tha

, examining me from crown to heel like I had asked an abominable q

tood before her. She thrust the coffee at me again and this time, I took it from her, eyeballing her behind her back and she stalked off on

anything about my father's business, it was Ignatius. He carried out the dirty jobs on my father's behalf and he was

ing against the car, rose to a standstill on sight of me. I continued walking u

ght to the point, waiting for his response. He lowered his eyes, a form of respect

ntervene. He had been permitted by El Diablo to

this? After I had already embarrassed my

ters would never hurt you." His tone was gruff as

been following my instructions and he had been my CSO for the longest time.

gentleman and I glided into my car. I had two escort cars, one before my private car and another behind it. S

imple diction for the benefit of those who only knew a little Engli

in my curved elbow a

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fellow I knew. I had found him in a junkyard, picking pockets with the other boys. I had cleaned him up and given him an option to change his life which he had a

even gossip tabloid on the market." To prove my point, I tossed a miniature magazine at Harris without caring to open

roveling before highfalutin bastards to begging for contracts, I had managed to dig my way to the A-list people on the planets. By the time I was 24, I was already recognised

all for one purpose: to get at the bastard who had taken my m

ng, as I frowned up at my mom. She had laughed

e complained, at that young age a

aby," she explained, pointing at her protruded stomach. She always calle

ing in a place for so long. She was probably used

ly announced, getting up from my chair and sh

d, doubting my excuse an

nd in my urgency. She nodded, permitting me to go ahead. I soon slipped

other lying helplessly in a pool of blood, m

nocently unaware of the gravity o

arms, my face and my favourite pinafore. It was then I heard the continuous gunshots. I became terrified and hid under a chair, beside Mom, unwilling to leave her. I did n

s she was captured away on a stretcher, t

in New York, both parents taken away from me so violently. I shook my head vehemently as if to get rid of the disturbing memorie

egy I had been putting together since the day I had held my first hundred pounds worth of profit. I was going to avenge my mother by destroying the bastard who had taken her away