The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

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NOT A PRINCE BUT A MONSTER

"Let me guess, that's 'Unity' by Alan Walker".

Clarisse looked up to see the new maid,

" You're humming Unity by Alan Walker right?",

" Yes", she nodded slightly,

" Didn't know you know the song",

" I love it, there are some songs I can relate to, and they're my best songs", she said spreading the panties and the new maid assisted her, " thank you",

" It's nothing, my name is Abigail",

" That's a nice name, can I call you Abby?", She asked sweetly,

" I'd love that", Abigail grinned, " whose panties are these?",

" Alice's panties",

" You wash it with the washing machine right?",

" No, she does not like that",

" Huh? She does not like it? But yet she can't even wash her panties?" Abby scoffed disgustedly, "If I'm the one, I'll tear off three out of it and tell her It was a mistake."

Clarisse chuckled, "That's too bad, I can't do that",

" Why? You have nothing to lose",

" Maybe, but I can't let anything hinder my wedding; I just have two more days; I've endured it for years, I can't risk ruining this lifetime opportunity."

Abby's heart sank upon hearing that, does she just call that nightmare a lifetime opportunity? No, dear, if anything, you should ruin it with all you've got. She wished she could tell her but her eyes only got teary with her lips sealed. Clarisse saw the teary eyes and smiled patting her shoulder.

" You should be happy with me friend".

Did she just call her friend? It's even more tempting to tell her everything.

" Why should I be happy?",

" Because after a suffering is a fairy tale", she said and giggled,

" A fairy tale?",

" Yes, though I do feel like novels exaggerate, they are fictitious but tempting, some times we would wish to be in that position, where there will be a prince in shining armor coming to rescue a lady in distress, and in novels it's always a billionaire marrying a lady in distress in an arranged marriage, you know the case of marrying someone you've never met, but turn out to be the person you need most in your life, becomes your shield and land, the warm embrace you've always wanted, that comfort zone, my life is going in that direction, I can't ruin".

She said with a smile and teary eyes, but Abby started crying; she pulled her closer and embraced her warmly, hoping this was the embrace she was talking about cause the fairy tale she was expecting was never coming. She wanted to tell her that the person coming was not a prince but a sex offender.

Clarisse broke the hug, "Stop feeling so emotional; I know you're happy for me," she said and picked up the next cloth to spread when a jotter fell, and Abby picked it up for her.

She saw some drawings and exclaimed,

" Did you draw these?", Feeling amazed as she flipped the pages,

" Yes, they are dresses",

" I can see that, they look so beautiful", she said, " you're talented, never knew you were a fashion designer",

" That's my little secret",

" Have you sew any?",

" I don't have a machine so I use a needle and thread and it takes time",

" Have you sew any?" she, She repeated eagerly waiting for what she wanted to hear",

" Yes but",

" Where's it?",

" I can't show you",

" Why?",

" I use needle and thread so... it's not looking so good".

Abby wrapped her arms around her hand, grinning and very curious to see the dress; her instinct was telling her the dress would be breathtaking with what she had seen in the drawings, but Clarisse was hesitating.

" Show me! Show me! Show me!", She cried causing Clarisse to giggle.

" I guess you're making friends and getting stupid".

The rude and angry voice of Alice ruined the moment and they immediately come back to their senses. They let go of each other and face her with their head bowed.

" Seeing two stinky rats together is not bad after all but not when you've got to pick my dress", she yelled and took a step after the other to her, she stepped hard on Clarisse's toes causing her to winced, "You know who I hate most, freeloaders like you who are utterly useless", she whispered into her ears before turning sharply at Abigail, " And you? What are you waiting for? Get out of my sight",

" Yes, ma'am", she said and hurried away, gritting her teeth.

Clarisse swallow hard, blinking her eyes countless times. Alice was about to turn away when she saw the jotter and picked it up. Clarisse's heart began to beat fast, getting anxious, and watched fearfully as Alice flipped through the pages, and she could see the look of disgust on her face.

" Is this what you've been using your time for?", She glared at her, and quickly Clarisse dropped her head shaking and praying Alice didn't tear the book, " I asked you a damn question", she fired,

" N..no".

Scoffing, " I've never felt ridiculous as much, can't believe a piece of trash can make me speechless, I get that you don't know how making money feels like or know what money is, if not you won't waste my father's money on a trashy stuff, did you know how much this cost?", she suddenly yelled startling her.

It's not from your father, that was the jotter from my Dad, it was one of my gifts for my 12th birthday. Clarisse said in her mind.

Alice hit her on the head with the jotter with every word she said, "If a beggar and a homeless trash like you did not even know anything, you should at least know that it's bad to waste someone's hard-earned money on a trashy stuff like this".

And with that, she dropped it into the soapy water.

" No oo," Clarisse screamed as she quickly fell on her knees and removed the book, wiping the water off with her dress, but they'd almost gotten fully soaked.

Seeing her helplessness Alice felt satisfied and walked away, " I'm giving you two minutes to meet me in my room, you're dead if you made me get to the party late".

Clarisse wept as she kept trying to wipe the water but two of the drawings had already been ruined.

" No oo", she sobbed, spreading them on the lawn and hoping the sun would dry them without them getting ruined and running off to Alice's room.

"I'm Sorry," Abby sobbed in guilt; she was watching everything happeningand was overwhelmed with guilt; she felt it was her fault for letting the jotter get seen.

" I should do something," she said to herself, " I should help her; I can't let her get married to that monster; I should do something t

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I was eight months pregnant with the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. My husband, Austen, told me he was hosting a private celebration to honor me and the baby. But when I walked into the warehouse, the steel doors slammed shut behind me. I wasn't in a ballroom. I was locked inside an industrial glass freezer. Through the thick glass, I saw Austen standing with his assistant, Deb. They were laughing. He told me he didn't care about his son; he only cared about the trust fund that would unlock upon my father's death. "Cool her off," he ordered. His men dumped buckets of ice water onto me. The shock was instant. I begged him to stop, screaming for the life of our child, but he just watched with cold eyes. As I collapsed into a slush of ice and my own blood, I felt the baby fade away. Austen thought he had won. He thought my father, the Don, was dead and buried. He thought I was just a helpless, spoiled princess he could dispose of to seize the throne. He was wrong. With my last ounce of strength, I looked through the glass and mouthed three words: "He is coming." Before Austen could react, the warehouse doors didn't just open—they exploded inward. And through the smoke walked the man Austen thought was worm food. My father wasn't dead. But my husband was about to wish he was.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Escaping His Obsessive Love

7.9

The mahogany door to Harrison's study was slightly ajar. I hesitated, documents clutched to my chest, my knuckles poised to knock. Four years of loving this man had taught me patience—to wait, to endure, to hope that someday he might look at me the way I looked at him. "Mr. Evans asked for these immediately," his assistant had said, her eyes never quite meeting mine. "He's been in a mood all day." I pushed the door open wider, my wrist unconsciously touching my other wrist—a nervous habit from childhood that never quite faded. The study smelled of leather and sandalwood, Harrison's signature scent that had once made my heart race with longing. Now it froze me in place. Harrison stood by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the Manhattan skyline. But he wasn't alone.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Lost Her Forever, Driven Mad by Regret

9.2

After four years locked in a high-security mental ward, Adaline's billionaire husband finally came to see her. But Carter didn't come to save her. He threw the divorce papers at her face, demanding she make way for his engagement to her adopted sister, Elois. Adaline couldn't even speak to defend herself. Her tongue had been mangled, her nails pulled out, and her leg shattered by the asylum orderlies-all paid for by Elois's trust fund. When Adaline desperately handed Carter her terminal lung cancer diagnosis, begging for just enough money to buy painkillers, he tore it to pieces without a second glance. "Do not use the city's medical resources as props for your pathetic attempts to avoid signing those papers," he sneered. He thought her coughing up dark blood was just a cheap trick. He threw a stack of cash at her face and told her to kiss his bodyguard's muddy boot if she wanted the money to survive. Her adoptive parents froze all her assets, calling her a violent psychopath, while Elois poured boiling tea on her broken leg and smiled. Elois had stolen her violin career, her compositions, and her husband, yet everyone treated the monster like a fragile angel. Why did the man who once loved her turn a blind eye to her deformed hands and bleeding throat? Why did her own family want her dead so badly? Lying in the dark, burning with a terminal fever, Adaline knew she only had two months left to live. Since she was going to die anyway, she would make sure to drag them all to hell with her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

My Fiancé's Uncle is Obsessed With Me

9.0

Emily Brown is the perfect daughter, engaged to Nathan Carter who is in love with her stepsister Lily Voss, she plays her role well and avoids scandal. But on her engagement party, she finds her stepsister in the arms of her supposed fiancé, and even though she doesn't love him, the lack of respect for her makes her angry. Emily decides to proof she can also get some action by spending the night with a stranger, after all, if Nathan is getting some action, why shouldn't she too? But everything goes wrong when the 'one night stand stranger' turns out to be Nathan's Uncle, Adrian Carter, the man who really runs the Carter empire, and he has no intention of letting her go. Emily is now involved in her worst fear, a scandal.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.3

Seduced By The Boss Brothers

7.3

After only one drink, she gave in to my intense blue eyes and thick black hair. It worked out well that we met at the hotel bar, where my twin brother Frank and I were having a good time.My brother and I inherited my father's company, while our priority is find an asssistant for both of us, to enjoy the pleasure of sex.

Billionaire Modern

9.1

She was never his to own

9.1

When Elena Rodriguez fled her abusive billionaire husband while pregnant, she thought she'd never see Alexander Blackwood again. Eight months later, a catastrophic accident steals his memories-erasing six years, including their marriage and the monster he became. The man who wakes up is Alexander at 27: kind, humble, horrified by evidence of his paranoid jealousy and controlling behavior. As he embarks on an amends tour, apologizing to everyone he hurt, Elena watches the man she once loved fight to become worthy of redemption. But Elena harbors a secret: their daughter, Sofia. When circumstances force them together at the hospital, Alexander meets his child for the first time-and Elena must decide if she can forgive a man who doesn't remember his crimes. As Alexander's memories gradually return, both face an impossible question: Can someone truly change, or will he become the monster again? With Sofia's future hanging in the balance, Elena must choose between protecting her heart and believing in second chances. Some scars run too deep. Some loves refuse to die.

Billionaire Modern Romance

The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

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