ENTANGLED DESTINIES: Billionaire's Vendetta

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cushions that were clearly imported. The walls were painted in soft tones like beige or light gray, with the chandeliers shining brightly, giving life to the various artistic paintings hung on the wall. Ella has

taly, it was auctioned for $100,000." Ella said a

a deep connection with it; I just couldn't help but p

red, striking my delica

t pieces, regardless of who the bidder was or how high the bid was. As a businessman, do you think it is

s able to get her hands on this: "If otherwise was

had to do was smile. violaaaaaaa! It w

ious. "Well, I heard he was sick, and in a financing crisis, his da

trigued by its vibrant co

ant," Ella offered, noticing my

said as I walked away to the bar

. It isn't to my taste, I must admit, but she said the security is

y street neighbors,"

cloak. Ella continued to chatter away, cheerfully expressing how my mom made preparations for her return and the seren

I had, even for a second. With each refill, it seemed as though she was determined to keep our glasses full and to get me as intoxicated as ever. I found

e for more. And then, without warning, Ella leaned closer, her lips hovering close to mine. She leaned for a kiss, the taste o

I fumbled for my phone in my pocket, desperate to escape the suffocating closeness of the moment. I glanc

, my voice rising as I

ou had everything under control," I asked wi

ion." My right-hand man's v

bviously impatient

eck on the lady we hit

hat, D

d familiar-well, the lady i

asked him, clearly not paying

e daring one a

ous lady, always gets on my nerves, and I wo

ed with regret as I approached him. "I understand, business calls," she said, her eyes lingering on mine as sh

, planting a kiss on her forehead a

..

ious mansion, exhalation weighs on my should

tances, from the little encounter with the pilot to my schedule b

rash decisions; she could pop here at any time to nag and cause a scene, and drama is the last thing I need right now. So, I m

forted by the thought of having a refreshing sho

a shower for me,

t I had given MARY, my nanny, a month of

than Mary, who has been serving me and my family since childhood, but I bluntly declined. I didn't want to be like one of those billionaires who get entangl

ot, long shower, I wrapped myself in a plush robe and made my way to the kitchen. The

er over them with a sigh of satisfaction. The tea steeped, the steam rising in gentle curl

used liquid, I felt the te

with every sip I took. Unsatisfied with a cup

thinking. With each second I let my eyelids shut, I kept replaying fragments of my memory that I knew nothing about. Fru

ight. my eyes fluttered in confusion, and to my astonishment, i found my mother standing in f

uttered with