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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

My Wife

JAMES

Two hours later and a hell of lot of explaining, I was a married man to a beautiful, albeit angry little Sugar Dumpling. Yeah, I know, I was a real bastard. But I couldn’t afford to let her slip through my fingers. If she wanted to believe that I loved her, I would bend over backwards to make her believe me. Truth was, I was fond of her. Did I love her? Who knows. Love sucks anyway.

Father sent Jenna away with the limo. Where to I don’t give a fuck. She could go to hell as far as I’m concerned. I just hope the man doesn’t go through with his promise to marry that scheming bitch.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Destiny said while I held her on the dance floor to a soft rock song.

I stroked her back absentmindedly. “Just enjoying having you in my arms, Sugar.” I spoke next to her ear. “Looking forward to our honeymoon suite.”

“You can have the couch.” she said, smiling sweetly up at me while cameras flashed in our direction.