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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

Ransom

DESTINY

The man left me there, bound and gagged and lying helplessly on the dirty mattress. It was dark and cold. The rain had left me drenched to the bone, and the combination of cold, pain, and shock had me shivering uncontrollably.

Time passed by at a snail’s pace while I lay there in the dark, too afraid to move. James would have been home by now. Was he looking for me? Did he even know I was missing?

What was the guy’s plan with me? He said it depended on my husband. That would mean he wanted money. But I had seen his face and I’ve watched too many kidnapping movies. He wouldn’t want to leave a witness that could identify him. Oh, my God… he was going to kill me for sure!

No, I wasn’t going down without a fight! I had to escape. I rubbed my face against the dirty mattress to get the filthy gag out of my mouth. It was nauseating. The mattress smelled like sour milk, making my stomach heave.