webnovel

Billionaire's Baby Snake

My father is in an advanced state of leukemia and I've been taking care of him for the last four years. I dropped my entire CEO career, sold my company, and isolated myself with him to be there for him and his needs. I can't lose my dad.... However, all the money I had, which weren't pennies, are reaching red line, and my dad needs his treatment and surgery which cost a lot, and I have no other ways of paying but taking a job after four years of complete retirement from the working field on all sides. At 34, a curvy, former brilliant CEO in the public eyes and a rare and important person in the shadows under the name of Saint, I, Lacey Holtrey, need to get my ass back to work to save my dad. My best friend, Brenda, secures for me a job interview at one of the most reputable movie companies having as head a young billionaire and big mafia boss, Hunter Markle, with the looks of an Adonis and the built of a Greek God. Upon my interview there for the job position as the assistant/secretary of CEO Hunter Markle, things play another way, and from a normal job position, he requires a 24h assistant job from me right before I want to walk away from his office. The damn money I need for my dad take the best of my pride of not working under a younger than me and with not that innocent looks at me boss, so I accept it. But soon enough, my entire past from the shadows comes back like a hurricane.... “I’ve changed my mind, Miss Holtrey. The more I get to know you, the more value I find. Hence, the new salary. Plus, you will take a lot of work as I’m a busy man and lead an empire. You’ll see that the amount of work and time I will get from you, will equal the 100k.” It’s a Devil’s pact I’m signing here. And his name is Hunter. Suitable for the real him. He does air a hunter. Lacey? Dad…. You can protect yourself from harm.

Andra-Cristiana Stan · Urban
Not enough ratings
35 Chs

Chapter 25 - Of Course I'm Crazy!

Hunter's POV:

“YES! BECAUSE SHE’S DIFFERENT! I WANTED HER! THERE! THE TRUTH! AND MY DAD HAD THAT BUSINESS! I HAD NO FUCKING INVOLV….”

I’ve just snapped his neck…. I couldn’t control. I let him collapse on the floor at my feet. I’m breathing in rage.

I turn around and aim the fucking bar to grab some ice and whisky as I’m so fucking burning. I rip off my shirt in front as I can’t fucking breathe anymore; that angry I am.

Killed him? He had many bad deeds on his name. I have no fucking regret. I removed a bad person from existence. He had it coming sooner or later. And for his involvement? He was lying. His dad never does something without him, and vice-versa. It’s like the saying, ‘Like father, like son.’ That’s accurate for them.

There’s silence at my back while I’m slamming ice cubes in a glass and pour whisky in it. I gulp it in one shot and slam the fucking glass on the bar.

“Clinton?” I’m with my back at him.

“Yes.” He’s got a submissive voice.