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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

Welcome Home

JAMES

I had to walk away before I said something scathing. That woman! I would tolerate her only for Destiny’s sake. My sweet wife has such a forgiving nature, which I found endearing as it was something I am unfortunately lacking in.

The manilla envelope in my bedside drawer burned me. I took it out to stare at the photo of Jenna with that bastard that took my wife. Of course, I should give it to your police, and I fully intended to. But before I do, I wanted to confront that bitch myself.

Destiny mustn’t know about it. Not right away. She would give the game away. I want Jenna to hang herself with the rope I aim to give her.

“James?” Destiny knocked at the bedroom door. I slammed the envelope back in the drawer. Why the hell did she knock? This was her bedroom too, for fuck’s sake. Although, I was relieved she did. I opened the door for her and took her into my embrace.

She didn’t reject me, but she wasn’t welcoming either.