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THE BILLIONAIRE'S DESTINY. Flirting with Fate

Ever since James Barrington the third was a small child, he hated being told what to do. Yes, he was a rebel, a wild child. His mother died when he was in his teens, barely fourteen and his father… Well, suffice to say, he tried his best to tame James, make him into his image. He failed. Miserably. The more he pushed, the more James pulled. Then there was his grandfather. James’ father was his clone. To top it all off, he was the only child. The heir to the Barrington billions. Now his grandfather and father were setting an ultimatum. Give up his philandering and wild ways, get married and take over Barrington Enterprises. Or face being disinherit-ed. Even arranged for him to meet Marcy Davenport, eldest daughter of Richard Davenport, one of the richest and most influential families in Westwood. He loved his freedom he was twenty-six for heaven sakes. So, James being the rebel he was, promised himself to marry the first woman he runs into who didn’t know him from a bar of soap, just to shut the old men up. Destiny Johnson is a girl from the other side of the track. Growing up in a poor neighborhood, Destiny was used to having very little. Now she lives in a trailer park and works at a convenience store. James sets out to turn her into the perfect girl to impress his grandfather and father, the James’s as he calls them. But as he tries to change Destiny to fit his mold, she is slowly changing his universe around. With her different outlook on the world, she slowly reels James in, making him into the man he was meant to be. Call it fate or call it Karma… An accidental meeting changed both their lives in an instant.

Charmeleon · Urban
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128 Chs

Gone

JAMES

I would have gone home sooner from the doctors, but Charlie called me to meet up with him at a local pub.

“Not much to go on, Jimmy. Nothing about her movements that looks suspicious. Except for this one time.”

“Spit it out, Charlie.” I was anxious to get home to Destiny. She was alone, and I hadn’t gotten a reply from the security company.

Charlie took a swig from the pint I paid for. “Yeah, she went to a construction site where she met up with a strange bloke. Took his photo.” He gave me the photograph of the man. “She gave him something in an envelope and then left.”

I looked at the photo, but it was unclear. The man had a cap drawn over his eyes so that it obscured his features. Was this payment for tampering with Destiny’s car’s brakes? This wasn’t solid proof, though.

“Can you find out who this man is, Charlie?” I wasn’t about to leave anything to chance. If Jenna had anything to do with the accident or the break in, I wanted hard evidence.