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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

Liar, Liar

DESTINY

Oh, my God! Did James just say that? Am I going nuts? He pressed my fingers so hard I had tears in my eyes. Goddammit James, why were you lying to your family? Every time he opened his mouth!

“Really?” Grandfather looked at us with wide eyes.

“Yeah, we just found out. Today.” James lied smoothly without batting an eye.

My father had tears in his eyes when he turned his face to me. “My girl…” He reached for my hand to pat it between his two rough ones.

I wanted to kick James under the table, but I was next to him, so it was difficult without drawing attention to ourselves.

“I guess we have to congratulate you then.” Tiffany said seemingly cheerfully, but her face was cold.

“Thank you.” I wrangled the words past my lips.

“So, does this mean our baby is going to be your baby’s aunt or uncle, James? Or maybe… siblings.” She laughed and I wanted to throw a knife at her, but my father was holding one hand and James the other one.