Broken Billionaire

sleek black Audi SUV. "Thanks for an incredible night," I vocalized, leaning on the window, giggling. "Your presence made it incredible," he retorted. My lips sculpted a beautiful smile. "Goodni

the elevator and hit the button for the top floor - our family penthouse. As the elevator journeyed upward, I retrieved my phone from my clutch to see an avalanche of notifications from my friends sharing about some party at a new club and the new people they met there, causing me to chuckle as I walked into my penthouse. It was around 11:30 at night, and I had been hoping my parents were not home. To my dismay, a voice echoed from the office; it was my father. "Sophia, I need you here," his tone demanded sternly. I was curious if I had breached my curfew, which had been set at 11 PM since my seventh grade, a rule I had not respect

to discuss?" I replied in my most innocent voice. His tone softened when

was born into affluence, and is now ranked amongst the wealthiest men in the nation. My father then redirected the discourse towards AronArthur's son, Andrew, who my father claims is slightly older than me. I showed my disappr

e, but he needs a wife for that." my father proclaimed. The

n agreement and business deal,

resuming my father was jesting. Howeve

his stern command in an unusually possessive and con

o young for marriage, and that this is simply not hap

heightened, and

up for debate. Leave my office now,

vere, triggering tears. The ima

ompelling me to dash from his offic

ice trembling with grief. My mother looked at

turn out beneficial,

bag from the counter as I bolted from her, sto

the Group FaceTime call as they were all at some party at the new club on 6th Ave. I peeled off my garnet, skin-tight Oscar De La Renta designer dress that I had worn for my date wi

. How was marriage at only seventeen, as a senior in high school, possible? Having a boyfriend compounded the com

arefully stepped out of the tub onto the heated marble floor. Wrapping myself in a w