Becoming the Billionaire's Wife

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tice to the rubbish of words he had just spoken. I stared a

flemish was the bottled brow which furrowed with expectation and confusion. It only takes me a short

I look at her and then back at the attractive man I can only nod my head trying to incorporate the level of information that I

mother," I said with a chuckle,

around him was out of this world. I could tell the fabric and outlook of his garments spelled luxury. Based on the number

ing imagin

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e interrupts, taking my hand in his, shaking it cas

questionnaire occurs in my brain

nd?" I direct the question towards my parents

our compound dressed in suits. Something was f****** happening and i

out to me, stepping forward as she places her hand on my shoulder. I look at her an

ovide information that was not masked and hidden like what my pare

g as he exhales in somewhat frustration and annoyance. The way the muscles of his

ot obvious Sir. Nathan? My daughter already likes you. she's in love with you. I mean look at her.

HERE?" I yell, clenching my fingers a

h that odd expression an

't even in his presence. this ought to be a f****** dream. In no way in this world can

hand rests on my lower back, pushing me inside with him. Goosebumps stretch over my body as the beating of

ays as if he had already made

valid reason, but we are going to be getting married within a period of 2 months." He dr

immediately, I take a ste

really crazy." I say to

o be his wife before or within two months. He's a billionaire. you don't need to worry about anything. He is a nice young man and he has promised to take care of you. think about it. He is going to pay

choing in my head as my eyes widen. "Dow

prepared to argue that result with everything that I had. But the guilty look on my mo

d sold

fe you needed to go buy a woman against her will. but that person isn't going to be me. I don't care how much money you've given my parents but it's not enough. It will never be enough. My worth is not measured by materialistic things. I am a human being for crying out loud. I am not a commodity. I am not an item you can buy at the market or from those two people standing right th

e the dramatic exit, two gig

a normal human being. Chances are that if he had asked me out or showed interest in me then maybe we would have gone on a date like what other normal people will do. But marriage? Within the period of two months? Being sold by my parents? The betrayal of that tabs much more than anything I have ever felt. It slices my heart almost in half and it reminds

you that I respect that. because at the end of the day I've given your parents a shitton amount of money that I would have invested in a b

a thin line as I take a step forward. standing on my tippy toes just to make sure that I am almo

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