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Arrogant billionaire's enigmatic wife

I am not the man of her dreams yet she keeps falling for me slowly every day! ************* With a sweet, normal life and a bright career, I couldn't ask for anything else than crossing paths with a stranger from the past. Little did I know that when he would arrive, he wouldn't come alone but with his dark secrets that would tear through my soul and a life of whirlwind that would turn my world upside down. And with the serial killer on the loose, I would need to protect not only him, but also my biggest enemy- his father! I am Elena Bell, and this is my story of friendship, betrayals, revenge and LOVE! ************* EXCERPT:- I sucked a long breath as my eyes widened. The fake pretentious smile broke as I stared at him as if he had grown two heads over his shoulders. Devon turned to face me again, catching my eyes. With a smile playing on his lips, he continued, "And now that I think about it, I certainly am whipped by your charms, Elena! I am not great with words, and no matter how much I prepared, no words can contain my feelings as they should. So here I am asking you directly without beating around the bush." I watched horrified, as he went down on one knee. People gasped audibly in shock, must be mirroring my expressions. He finally pulled out his hand from his pants pocket to reveal a red velvet box. 'This is not happening! This is not happening!', my chants didn't change anything at all. He pressed the small button with his thumb and its lid opened to show a diamond-studded ring inside. My head turned heavy, and I thought I would collapse right then and there if he continued with that drama for another minute. Clearly, he was not done yet. *********** Instagram: author_rutujap Discord: https://discord.gg/wpyvsh42 ****** The cover is mine.

rutujaP · Urban
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340 Chs

Beginning Of The Storm

DEVON

After another tiring day, we reached back home with numerous shopping bags George, I, Joanna and Mr Bell carried. The only person who was most tired of us all by carrying herself and her small sling bag dropped on the leather couch in the living room with an exhausted groan.

"Oh my god! I am so freaking tired!!"

"By stuffing your face with cake and being choosy in which flower you want at the entrance of the wedding venue?"

For the first time, I appreciated Joanna's sarcasm. I couldn't utter a word given the fact that I was the one who encouraged Elena to do everything as per her liking. Little did I know that the woman would take my words so seriously that she made us parade for hours carrying the shopping bags from one shop to other before she settled on the very first shop we visited.

"Shut up, Joanna! I am the bride here. Do you know how hectic it is?! We will see how you will handle it when it will be your turn to walk down the aisle."