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Shooting a Hot Billionaire - War Love Book 1

Vivian I don't care about love. I don't believe in love. I don't do relationships or consider marriage. I get the hit of my life with my parents killed in a car accident leaving me behind with my 18-year-old baby bro. He's eleven years younger than me. I have a secret life which might be the reason for my parents' deaths. By day, I'm 29-year-old, good for nothing, lazy, Vivian Doreen. By night? Yeah, well.... That's another, crazy, story.... Upon my parents' deadly accident, my baby bro tells me that I'm a collateral in a 10 million dollars investment contract my folks signed with some billionaire. If not paid, I need to marry his billionaire son. Like, really?! No way.... I don't even consider that, though it does give me a shock to even hear SUCH A NONSENSE! David MY FATHER IS OUT OF HIS MIND! Me?! To marry someone?! What?! I don't love someone but marry! However, my lunatic dad has a last letter my mom left for me just before she died.... He's used that letter to become what I am today and exceed the level he was and is. I did that. Now? For him to give it to me? When I'm 27? Waiting for that letter since I was eleven? I HAVE TO MARRY THE ONE HE WANTS ME TO! He said that since then. Marrying someone he wants is the final condition to finally hand me the letter.... I'M GOING NUTS! NO WAY I'LL MARRY! Or will I? One thing is for sure. WAR IS COMING! SHE'LL BE MY WIFE ON PAPERS ONLY! The rest? No way.... Nope. I don't even know her! Not that it is important.... I WON'T MARRY! At the will reading for Vivian and her little brother upon their parents' deaths, next on the list, the lawyer has the investment contract. David and his dad come in and the War of Love BEGINS! None is wanting, and both are crazy. But what happens next? Let's just say that David has a switch on everything inside.... War is on though.... War Love is the first book in the Shooting a Hot Billionaire series.

Andra-Cristiana Stan · ชีวิตในเมือง
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Chapter 38 - Haunted...

Vivian's POV:

I’m so fucking happy he got my sleeping side! Muhahahaha!

Take that, little fucker!

And I didn’t have to drink that much whisky to achieve that. Just two shots. But the serums were in higher quantity in me and it didn’t get much of it to make me want to sleep.

Acknowledging little fucker was there, holding me, I didn’t go against my burning sleeping desire of my entire body and drifted along to Bambi. I wish I could see the kid’s face when from kissing and hoping to bang me, he got my induced sleeping state.

Well, he contributed to that as well as whenever he kisses or embraces me, I get a bizarre relief which envelops my heart and mind, tugging me into sleep to a Nirvana place where Bambi awaits. That is paramount treatment for my fucking condition as it’s bulldozing my agony, misery and spiritual apathy, swiping them with pleasure, bliss, rapturing my being into thrills of serendipity. In short, it’s the coolest experience ever. Master drug.