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Arrogant billionaire's enigmatic wife

I am not the man of her dreams yet she keeps falling for me slowly every day! ************* With a sweet, normal life and a bright career, I couldn't ask for anything else than crossing paths with a stranger from the past. Little did I know that when he would arrive, he wouldn't come alone but with his dark secrets that would tear through my soul and a life of whirlwind that would turn my world upside down. And with the serial killer on the loose, I would need to protect not only him, but also my biggest enemy- his father! I am Elena Bell, and this is my story of friendship, betrayals, revenge and LOVE! ************* EXCERPT:- I sucked a long breath as my eyes widened. The fake pretentious smile broke as I stared at him as if he had grown two heads over his shoulders. Devon turned to face me again, catching my eyes. With a smile playing on his lips, he continued, "And now that I think about it, I certainly am whipped by your charms, Elena! I am not great with words, and no matter how much I prepared, no words can contain my feelings as they should. So here I am asking you directly without beating around the bush." I watched horrified, as he went down on one knee. People gasped audibly in shock, must be mirroring my expressions. He finally pulled out his hand from his pants pocket to reveal a red velvet box. 'This is not happening! This is not happening!', my chants didn't change anything at all. He pressed the small button with his thumb and its lid opened to show a diamond-studded ring inside. My head turned heavy, and I thought I would collapse right then and there if he continued with that drama for another minute. Clearly, he was not done yet. *********** Instagram: author_rutujap Discord: https://discord.gg/wpyvsh42 ****** The cover is mine.

rutujaP · Urban
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340 Chs

It Is Not What You Think

ELENA

I sat on the rug that Joanna's brother had gifted her on the Christmas last year, ignoring how she threw daggers at me for using it to my liking when she had hidden it in a closet.

Borrowing or maybe snatching her favourite pyjama shorts and a Beatles t-shirt, I sat cross-legged on the rug with my laptop in front of me and the bunch of scattered papers around.

A plate of cookies, one of nachos, one glass of plain water and another one of cold coffee lay there empty while I read the screen carefully.

I groaned for the thirteenth time in the past hour in frustration.

"I cannot focus here! God, I am starving! Joanna, please feed me something or I wouldn't be able to concentrate here.

Get me a sandwich or maybe pasta... we can order pizzas for the dinner with-"

"ELENA!!!" She shrieked in annoyance, and I clamped my mouth shut.

I blinked, not understanding why she was so annoyed.