The Billionaire's rebellious bride

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verything! No doubt aiming to be the most powerful man on the whole planet. The thought of marrying that kind of man disgusted me. A selfish arrogant spoiled bastard was not the kind of man I dreamed of marrying and fathering my kids, The doorbell rang at five in the afternoon, it was Grandpa's personal assistant again. This time, she brought three people with her. "Sorry to bother you Miss Pallis, but your Grandpa sent us to give you a makeover for your dinner tonight. Like a sacrificial lamb, offered to the demon. "Okay, fine," I agreed, letting them do whatever they had to do. I was not planning anything for that evening's meeting. The thought of it dreaded me. I would go there wearing my usual outfit. Ripped jeans, loose shirt and worn out sneakers, Grandpa probably knew that I would embarrass him, so he sent these expert beauticians to do me a makeover. I was very disappointed with the outcome, because they did so great. They made me look so stunning, like a billion dollar girl. The makeup emphasized every feature of my face, my brown eyes looked dramatic and my lips pouted. My red hair looked bright, cascading on my back in soft waves. The dress. A very beautiful white off-shoulder dress that emphasized every curve of my body, and with matching white stilettos that showed my slim legs. 'You look so beautiful, Miss Pallis," Grandpa's personal assistant said. her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Thank you, Bella." "It's Sheila," she answered politely A limousine pulled outside my apartment at six thirty. I was escorted by two men as I went towards the car. I was disappointed to see my grandfather inside. Why do I have to deal with him right away? I was planning to have fun inside the limo. It was my first time to ride such a car - I would listen to music, put my feet up on the seat, and try all the wine in the fridge, until I got drunk. "Hey, what's up, Constantine!" I greeted him, then grabbed the bottle of champagne he was holding, and took a big gulp of the sparkling liquid, "or should I call you, Cons.... Tan... or Tin?" I was planning to spite Grandpa, to act very unsophisticated, but he neither complained nor scolded me, instead he offered me a flute glass. 'I like grandpa better," he answered with a satisfied smile. "Ugh!" I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, I was suspicious of him, and I was right. "Starting tomorrow, you're going to live with me in the mansion. People, especially the Stavrakos would wonder why you're living in a shabby apartment, when you're my granddaughter." I laughed, "still concerned about your reputation, huh? What else do you want me to do, pretend that you never abandoned us? That I live in luxury outside the country, squandering the Pallis' wealth in luxury clothes and bags?" He took a big gulp of his champagne, then nodded, "exactly. Not only that... you grew up in the UK, studied in a boarding school during high school. You went to a university in Singapore and finished a business degree." "What the hell! I haven't been outside the country before! I don't have a British accent." "You don't