Seduced By The Vile Billionaire

mother who was serving a customer in their bustling family restaurant. Her m

sion had just ended, and it was the prize-giving day. Her mother couldn't afford to close the shop fo

ith pride, clearly enjoying the attention. The adults stuffed Ita

stop taking me to the field? I w

to be an Olympics cham

't have enough money, and ba

n't make you rich, my dear.

r rolled down her mother's cheek, fully aware of her reason for a career

tortellini for you. Well done, Aless

before her, and she was thrown int

kness, the only light coming from the moon through the wi

n overwhelming sense of dread. Her mother had always warned her to hide whenever it happened, because when her dad was

down her cheeks, where she sat b

p, t

ia, Al

ssia's brother, kn

Anne-Marrie style bed. Cleaning off her drool, she walked towards the door,

beauty, even in school clothes. His blonde hair was darker than hers, wavy, often tousled in a way that looked both casual and

night

, I

rd that you

d her neck. They stared into each other eyes

on," she fina

e. Living in the house where her mother died had been hard on her, and no matter h

you can still catch

d applied for a one-month leave for the first time in four years, but her boyf

on with her work with more vigor than

called in

olted towards her, locking the door behind her before dragging her to the middle of the office. Her hee

e you try to run aw

you talking abou

shing his phone against her face. The screen displayed

are, Marco.

lowlife. Those 'mistakes' in the budge

re. I wrote pitch speeches for people for

lie to me?" His hands flew to her

back in their humid, rundown living room. The coldness radiating from the wall she sat hugging her k

ls. In the present, she turned blue in Marco's hands, but he didn't notice in his rage and the darkness. Sweat beads roll

arco's grip loosening, and the sound of the offic