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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.

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Suspicions and Decisions

DESTINY

It pained me to see the shock and disbelief pass over his face like a crashing wave, his brows furrowing and his eyes widening in disbelief. But there was no mistaking what I had heard. The words echoed in my mind, haunting me with their undeniable truth. I just didn’t know for sure who Ronan spoke to, although I guessed it could only have been Lord Barrington. James sat in stoic silence the rest of the way home, staring out of the side window, mulling over what I’ve told him.

Luke also kept his mouth shut after the remark he passed, his lips pursed tightly. I felt bad enough telling James about it as it stood. There was no need for I told you so. When we arrived home, Luke excused himself, his voice tinged with an unspoken understanding, saying he had an appointment in town. But I knew it was only an excuse to give us some much-needed space.