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Tempting The Billioanire

Tempting The Billioanire

Introduction Emily is the adopted daughter of a billionaire family. They adopted her after the loss of their own daughter in a bid to comfort themselves. However, when she was twenty one, the original daughter of her adopted parents came back and after the DNA tests proved that she was their child, their joy knew no bounds as they began to celebrate her. Emily's fiance, Louis acted as a source of comfort to her around this time because her parents neglected her, providing their attention to their daughter instead. They were set to get married in two months but that was until she saw a post on a blog, stating that her sister and her fiance Louis, were getting married. She had an accident and nearly died but none of her family members showed up, leading her to believe that indeed they had lost all touch of love for her. She gets home to find a piece of condom in the trashcan, suggesting that her fiance has been busy while she was in the hospital. She confronted him, telling him if what she saw on the blogs were true and he finally admitted to it, saying he loved her sister more than her and he would be getting married to her.
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Chapter 5

Emily's POV   The garden was my favourite place especially at night. Growing up, I knew I had a thing for gardening. I took my time to sniff the flowers enjoying the pleasant scent they enamated, enjoying the joy that filled me as I watched them bloom.     This was my childhood, sitting on the old swing and watching nature unfold before me.   I sat there now, shaking in my thin dress and a part of me began to wish I had brought a little shawl.     It would have gone a long way in protecting my frail arms from the biting cold.   I could feel a cold coming up but I did not mind. I would sit out here for a while, at least until I garnered enough courage to step back inside that party.   My thoughts were interrupted as a warm jacket was placed over my shoulder, nearly making me jump out of my skin.   The man that stood in front of me was regal to say the least.   He was tall and finely built, his hair styled in a way that I could not comprehend and his fine chiseled jaw looking like he had stepped right out of a magazine.   His skin shine with the night that he stood underneath and I was tempted to blink twice, wondering if he would disappear, wondering if this was all part of my imagination, perhaps it was some sort of copping mechanism.     But the soft feel of the jacket around me felt real enough.   " I don't know why I was expecting to find you inside. But here you are, sitting with the crickets" he said and I paused for a minute to admire just how deep and lush his voice sounded.   I felt my knees threaten to give way instantly. He was that sort of man. That sort of man that made you question your sanity, the type that could have you on your knees for him in just a second.   " Do you know me?" I managed to croak out.   His brows seemed to furrow in the dim light as he stared at me.   " It's honestly sad that you don't remember me anymore, but he rest assured that I know you.  And I know you should not be sitting outside here, let's go in" he said, his voice containing so much power that it nearly made me whimper again.   Without as much as a single question, I followed him blindly back into the house. He could have asked me for my virginity right there and I would have stripped naked and bore myself to him.   I knew I was not the only one who thought of him that way because the whole party seemed to fall instantly silent the moment he walked in.   I knew I looked shabby beside him, but I did not say anything, deciding to keep my head bowed as he walked in with so much purpose and poise that I could almost feel myself garnering courage from him.   We were barely in the party when Louis, with his fake smile and fake suit came running towards us.   " Uncle! I was beginning to think I would not see you today. I honestly thought you did not receive the invitation" he said and a wave of recognition hit me immediately.   He was his uncle. I remembered now. I had met him back at college when I was still just very much in love with Louis. I remembered that his build and confidence unnerved me, making me stare at the sole of my feet when he was talking to me.   And even now, he still had that effect on me.   " I had something done so I came late, I hope that is not a problem?" He said and Louis immediately shook his head like a jelly fish.   " Of course it's totally fine by me." He said and his eyes turned  to me where I stood, still clutching the jacket.    " And I did not know you were together" he said, eyeing me.   " It does not matter who I'm with" his uncle said with a matter of factedly smile.   From the corner of my eyes, I could see Karen ascend the stage and our eyes met for a brief second, before she gave me a sadistic smile.   Every bone in my body was screaming. She was about to do something.   " Hello everyone" she said, turning everyone's attention to her, then she continued, looking me dead in the eye.   " I know we have all heard about the engagement between me and the love of my life Louis, but I also know that everyone knew he was with my sister.   I just want to clear the air on something real quick. We love you so much sister and this is just love, it's not something that can be denied. Him picking me has nothing to do with your bad habits and also your inability to take care of a man like him, and I really hope you don't beat yourself too much about it" she said.   I clutched into the suit tightly, holding on for dear life as my eyes began to water.   " Tell your little bitch to stop" I said to louis and his own eyes glared at me.   " She was just apologizing, why can't you let go of the hate in your heart for once? She is a better version of you" he said.   All eyes were on me now, some recording. Tears pricked my eyes. I should have gone home. I should have.   Before I could have the nervous breakdown that I thought I would, I felt a strong hand grip me and turned me towards his chest.   His strong cologne hit me and for a moment, I was too dazed to cry my eyes out like I had planned.   " Don't let them see you cry. Let's go" he whispered into my ears and just as we had entered, we left.   He sat in his car with me, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.   " Thank you for what you did back there" I finally said when I felt more composed.   " Do you want to get back at louis?" He asked, surprsing me.   " Yes" I muttered.   He pulled quickly into a curb, turning to look at me as he turned off the car, his eyes filled wh deep emotions that I could not comprehend.   " The best way for get back at him is to become his aunt" he said and I stared at him in shock for a moment.   " I don't think I understand..." I was beginning to say but he cut me off.     " Marry me" he said

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