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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

Leading The Protest

ELENA

Finally, the day of the protest arrived, and I was absolutely ready for it. Wearing the white t-shirts that had TGF's logo on them, tucking in the blue-washed jeans and white sneakers, I was ready for the day when I would end the topic of that fertilizer factory for once and all.

I had begun to receive messages and calls informing me about the preparations.

Let's see how those burly security men of Sanders are going to handle seven hundred people.

And this time, I kept the people of Swindon a choice. They could either participate or just stay there as mute spectators. With dad's support for Devon and the question of workers' earnings, I didn't want to rely on any of them.

Or I would face another face-palming defeat by Devon Sanders- a manipulator and a cunning wolf!

When I got downstairs for the breakfast, I saw that before the factory site, my kitchen was the site of protest. The gas was off, and not a single utensil was out of its place.