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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 · Urbano
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128 Chs

Finding Destiny

JAMES

Mr. Smythe, the bank manager, met us in his office hours before the bank officially opened.

“You have to understand, James, that this is an impossible amount. The bank does not have that kind of collateral lying about.”

“Of course, Mr. Smythe. I know how it works. But this is a matter of life and death!” For fuck’s sake! Why can’t he arrange the rest with the other banks? I held onto my sanity by a thread.

“Have you spoken to the police? Who is blackmailing you? We have a special unit…”

“Charles, please.” Father held up his hand. “We can’t get the police involved. My daughter-in-law has been taken. Whoever this person is, will not hesitate to hurt her.”

“The FBI…”

“He will kill her!” I slammed my hand on his desk, leaning forward, getting into his personal space. He had to understand that this was serious.

Mr. Smythe leaned back in his chair to run a hand through his thinning hair. “But why in cash? It’s such a huge amount. Surely, they can’t expect…”