The billionaire lust and hatred

The family of Williams are known to be strict, rigid and too controlling; they set barriers and closed edges between relations and an interloper. A family once filled with wealth and life of riches went bankrupt after it was discovered most of its stocks were poorly managed by top board members in the enterprise. Emily Williams, was born into this once prosperous family, her father Mr Williams Richard mentally broken since the huge financial loss had to change the family doctrines and conservative manners to accommodate an outsider, a Rich one to be precise. Her mother Elizabeth Williams and brother John Williams, work as a day labourer to make ends meet they find it hard to gratify the whole family needs for the pressure was hard on their neck. Since their father is unable to support the family's financial backbone he had only one idea that could take the family out of financial disgrace: His youngest child and only daughter, Emily Williams. She was later given out as an arranged marriage after she gave up her passion to become an entrepreneur She would now become a full house wife to a son of an affluent lineage in the society where she would face different adversaries and oppositions. She wasn't welcomed into the family of the Carter's; her mother in-law Sarah and her two daughters Hannah and Lucy saw her as proud, egoistic, narcissist, self-absorbed egomaniac, smug and insufferable. She only got the approval of her father in-law Mr Carter James and husband Eric Carter who helped her in times of difficulty and pains due to a held promise made by James Carter and her father Richard Williams. Read to find out if Emily would ignite her passion back when she figures she has been living a life full of lies and hatred.

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Chapter 3

"Olivia was shot"?

My mum's tone was wavering, and emphatic she stood abruptly after my dad related the news. I'm still in bed , shocked by the news. I can't say anything yet to my father, my mixed emotions couldn't decipher if I'm happy that Olivia was shot earlier today or that my father just signed a contract that might lead to the company on the brink of faltering.

"Dad, I want to leave"! My words were sharp, my face was poised towards the paneled ceiling, my expression showed the grimace of disgust and serious anger.

"You can't leave, your body needs healing. I don't want any unknown incident to occur"

"Dad I'm fine, pls let me leave this place now"! My voice is getting louder this time.

"You can't, don't you get my words? It's not safe outside". Like seriously this man is trying to protect me? From who? At what pace? I ain't scared of anything.

My dad turned to leave very swiftly before I could say anything, I knew he was hiding something and I would kick the words out of his mouth if I had to.

I still don't believe he signed the contract. He knew perfectly the consequence of what he did, then why of all misfortune did he decide to sign this contract? He was forced to sign those papers, I believe so, but he won't say a thing all in the name of protecting me.

Weeks passed and my frail body became healed. I could walk, then I could get revenge. It wasn't quite long when I heard Olivia died in the emergency room fighting for her life.

Who killed her?

What happened to my father?

Who is behind all these sudden events?

Why I'm I thinking it out loud? I could start planning what to do by now.

"Your brother is at home, he should be busy with your father's meeting proposal". My mum said as she gently placed my head under the car trims.

The ride was soft with every sight busy and mute, with the sound proof of the car. My dad hasn't come to visit since the last time we talked. According to my mum, my dad has been in the company building for nights, and my brother has been helpful around the house.

I know he hates this situation, he isn't a fan of rigorous work, he loves extreme sports and women especially, with his fine spun hair, his sharp and chiseled features, and magnetic attraction which could draw a naive woman to his trousers wanting every bit of him and every taste of his dark handsome world.

The luxurious sedan got to our opulent residence, its gentle tires rolling softly on the landscaped grounds, with every view screaming luxury. I love this life and I would do anything to stay in it.

"Welcome Madame" Timothy's voice was sharp and submissive. His hands clutched the car handle with a soft bow, his hands still on the handle, he welcomed both me and mum into the villa.

The empty spaces and silent rooms gave humming sounds of boredom, I could hear my brother grumbling in his room, his hands flipped through loud papers, and fiscal reports. I guess he is doing my job now that I'm frail and recovering.

"You would be a better chief financial officer than anyone else in this family, " my mother said, wearing a soft smile. She could hear my brother's loud voice cutting through the humming sounds of the silence in the residence.

We were in the living chamber looking at each other in silence, our eyes looking for words to say, when a deep screech could be heard from the parking space with a sharp snap shutting the car doors swiftly accompanied by loud footsteps coming towards our direction.

"IT'S DONE! I'M A FINISHED MAN! I'VE FAILED THIS FAMILY". My dad stood still on the ground, one hand on his waist, the other stroking his face up then touching his forehead in a fatigued stance.

"What's wrong William"? My mum slightly raised herself up her hands still on the chair handle.

"Those guys have taken all my shares, they've burnt it all to the ground".

At first I was silent, no words, my face was numb, my heart was beating fast, my words had less time for saying anything yet.

Then.

"FUUUUUUUUCK"!

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On her wedding day, Sarah is devastated when her billionaire fiancé, Lucas, fails to show up, leaving her humiliated before their elite guests. This public abandonment shatters her world and leaves her questioning their entire relationship. As she attempts to rebuild her life from the wreckage of a broken heart, Lucas suddenly reappears with a shocking explanation. Now, Sarah must decide if their love deserves a second chance or if some wounds are too deep to heal.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

From Blood Bag To Billionaire Queen

8.3

For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife to Bart Brown. On our third anniversary, I stood in the kitchen for four hours, preparing his favorite meal with imported truffles, only to receive a cold text command. "Crysta fainted again. Get to the hospital. Now." My rare Rh-negative blood was the only thing the Brown family valued. Bart didn't want a wife; he wanted a walking blood bank for his "sick" best friend, Crysta. While I was fainting from chronic anemia, Crysta was smirking in her hospital bed, clutching Bart's hand and mocking my "peasant" lifestyle. Even his mother treated me like a servant, demanding I vacuum the floors after I'd already offered my veins for the hundredth time. When I finally reached my breaking point and signed the divorce papers, they didn't let me go quietly. They filed a false police report, accusing me of stealing a multi-million dollar diamond necklace just to watch me crawl. I didn't understand how a family could be so heartless. I had cooked their meals, cleaned their house, and literally bled for them, yet they were determined to ruin my life the moment I stopped being useful. Did they really think I was a nobody with nowhere to go? Standing outside the hospital with a bruised wrist and nothing to my name, I didn't cry. I simply took off my cheap wedding ring and dialed a secure line I hadn't touched since the day I married him. "It's me, Dad," I whispered as a fleet of black Maybachs rounded the corner. "The extraction is a go. I'm coming home."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

Left To Drown: The Heiress's Cold Departure

8.1

I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history. But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me. He swam past me. He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water. When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl. "You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home." Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her. I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife." He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps. He was wrong. While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room. I was packing his ring into a cardboard box. I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead. By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

My Family Betrayed Me, So I Married the Ruthless Billionaire

9.7

Her own family drugged her, and her fiancé betrayed her trust, forcing her into a marriage of convenience with Alexander Sterling. The cold tycoon despises his new bride, convinced she engineered the scheme, and vows never to love her. Yet, as she fights for independence and uncovers the truth, his hostility transforms into an obsessive desire. When her family plots her ruin, this powerful man will risk everything to protect her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

No More 52nd Wedding

8.1

Cecilia Marino has endured three years with Antonio Bianco, the Bianco family successor, only to be repeatedly abandoned. After Antonio ditches their 51st wedding to comfort his brother's pregnant widow, Rosetta, Cecilia realizes their relationship is a farce. Seeing Rosetta's smug provocation and Antonio's endless excuses, she finally refuses to plan a 52nd ceremony. Instead of forgiving him again, Cecilia contacts the International Medical Organization to accept their offer and leave her old life behind forever.

Billionaire Mafia Modern Romance

9.2

Serve Me, My Lord

9.2

Emmett was a loyal footman at the wealthy Patterson estate, desperate to scrub the slum out of his blood. He abandoned his family and gave his absolute devotion to the beautiful young miss, Clara. But when the estate faced bankruptcy, Clara ruthlessly framed him for embezzlement to protect her family's wealth. He was shoved into a police carriage in the freezing rain. Through the window, he saw Clara watching him with fake pity, looking at him like a stray dog being put down. The judge slammed his gavel, sentencing him to a slow, agonizing death. Because he had spent all his wages on tailored uniforms to fit in, his mother died in a cheap coffin from an untreated illness, leaving his siblings to starve. As the thick, coarse rope crushed his windpipe, Emmett was filled with agonizing regret. He didn't understand how the woman who smiled so sweetly could send him to the gallows without a single ounce of hesitation. Opening his eyes again, Emmett found himself back in the servant's quarters, exactly three days before the Patterson family's downfall. This time, he wouldn't be their loyal dog. He was going to be their executioner. He planned to watch Clara sell herself to the savage new heir, Kearney Bernard, just to keep her luxury. But at the welcome dinner, the terrifying new master ignored Clara completely, locked his dark, obsessive eyes on Emmett, and whispered. "You are mine. Nobody touches you."

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The billionaire lust and hatred

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