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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

How Should I Trust You?

DEVON

The ticking of the clock felt louder than the pounding hammers at the factory site. The fragrance of flowers that refreshed my mood before now suffocated the already tense air between us.

And the delicious food remained untouched in its place. I watched her sitting in the chair which was occupied by Christine ten minutes ago.

The lights were on as the whole atmosphere in the place felt too morbid to feel anywhere near pleasant.

I noticed her swollen eyes as she kept her gaze fixated on her lap. Anyone could tell how uncomfortable and humiliated she felt given how harshly she scratched her thumb.

I had already noticed the blood and chapped skin but refrained myself from thinking too much about it.

'She is your enemy Devon! Focus! Focus on your plan!'

But wait! What exactly was my plan?

I didn't know yet!

All thanks to Mr Ortiz and his genius secretive brain!

She finally broke the silence, standing up from the chair and still not meeting my eyes.