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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

The Scare

JAMES

I knew what I was getting into, giving up my information to the coppers. But the look on Destiny's face when she saw the photos of Jenna and that bastard, and the weight of mentioning the policy on her life, brought a kind of trouble I didn't want. But there it was, looming before me. I had a lot of explain-ing to do.

When Inspector Gordon left, I felt the urge to do just that. Destiny gave me the cold shoulder, her eyes filled with anger, and marched into the spare room, slamming the door shut. The sound reverberated through the air, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

"Destiny? Sugar, open the door, please," I pleaded, leaning against the closed door. "Let's talk about it. I can explain..."

"Go away, James," her voice came out muffled from the other side of the door, filled with pain and frustration.