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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

Why Was This Happening To Us?

ELENA

The sun would rise in about an hour. I pulled my grey sweater tightly around me, but the cold was still not manageable, given that I was wearing knee-length shorts.

Joanna had four cups of coffee, but she drank only the first one, only to scrunch her face in displease at its bland taste. The remaining three cups went into the trash can by the door after the liquid in it got cold.

Yes, she used those cups as her handy portable small heaters- her saviour from the chilliness in the air.

I glanced down at my thumb and sighed. I desperately wanted to scratch it, but this weirdo beside me had covered it with duct tape she borrowed from the officer with glasses.

"Don't even think of it!" She warned, guessing the thought in my head.

I groaned and slump back in the chair. Not five minutes later, the door of the interrogation room opened again, and this time Sheriff Bolt was not the only one who stepped out.