A Contractual Affair: Falling For The Billionaire's Step Son

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lf as I remained calm on the soft sofa, fully designed with lots of multicolored ribbons and balloons for the marriage con

knife right now." I said, gritting my

with a gold wristwatch attached to his wrist; his trousers were straightened d

s old white wedding gown, hoping it would be my lever

directly at my reflection in the tiny, sh

that has no destination," I mumbled to my ref

ly. I slowly walked towards my room's

ack SUV, dressed in a black tuxedo, black shades, and black shoes. His appearanc

clock, which read, "7:03 AM." Who was I to complain? I had left with the stupor, who sped in accordance wit

to mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. He took in my slender figure, my d

even linger on the intricate lace details of my mother's old wedding dress, nor did he seem to notice the way the delicate fabric hugged my c

. Who's this man?" A question wit

the role of one of my characters in the movie, "The Deaf and Dumb Wife." So I uttered no sound, and never

iling to each person that approaches him, congratulating him, infact l nearly called one of his hyp

reased the volume of a particular track from "Adele I set Fire to the Rain." her lyrics are pow

e difficult aspect is that I can't seem to comprehend his true intentions ab

a week, whilst I was mourning the death of my mother? I guess he made sure nothing

sed thoughtfully and pretentiously flung my eyesight in his direct

t agendas, and I intend to find out." I quickly flung my g

g if I denied he's a show killer, and he's proud of that. Excitement was plastered on his face the whole time, ig

ough she had no child with Mr. George, but she never allowed any bitch to take over her position or t

he sat down, showing no sign of her weakness. No woman is always ready

eyes always find me every second from where she is seated across from Mr. George; she only stares but hasn't

ng me faster than a p

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just below the surface as I sat there, pretending to be calm. If he wasn't as wealthy as he is now,

best friend's daughter, Juliet-a move that

l into his trap, and handed over my entire inheritance gradually aft

ter who approached me with a silver tray filled with three different bottles

ng away from my sight. Immediately after he left, I bowed my head, pressing my smartphone to check all my WhatsApp messages one

ers added a touch of elegance to his tall, athletic physique. His size 43 black leather shoes gleamed in the light, complementing his polished demean

down my spine. I had called him last night to inform him about George's

ul smiles, which soothed the fire burning in my heart, giving me a renewed

ou should understand it would spoil the surprise," he exp

tanding head-to-head with h

ct, I'm glad you came. I'm beg

low tone, looking me straight in th

th suspicion. I couldn't disturb his pe

whisper. "Leave that for now. How did you get here so fast?" I asked, aware that he had to tr

Watson is a well-known billionaire in London Dockland because I gave him everything inherited from his late father? Just how

"Where were you, Mum?" He asked wit

ed, aware that he had to journey from California to Londo

ully. Although I wanted to stop him, I didn't, because if

and I wanted to grant your wish by coming here before I traveled this evenin

ully; although I wanted to stop him, I didn't, because if

er." I replied, gesturing discreetly in their directi

ile in his eyes. As he walked up

ir." Mark said with a hi

o years since we last saw each other." George's face radiates excitement, h

ntries. Then, Mark proceeded to greet Juliet, who had turned her

ld different story. As Mark approached her, his shoes clicking on the marbled-tiled, his eyes remained cool and com

s him. He stood still, frozen in shock, as if he'd been punched i

s. "Mark." She replied, her voice sending shiver. I had never

ov

revealed a mix of shock, pain, and longing-a pa

She might be the same person he had mentioned when I urged him to get married and give m