MY BILLIONAIRE LOVER

Name: MY BILLIONAIRE LOVER
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Prof Israel

Billionaires | Ongoing

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My eyes lingered on the beauty in front of me, as I tried to knock out the bitter feeling from her words. "I can't love you, Anderson. My heart had been broken into a thousand pieces. Let's part ways," she stated, my heart almost leaping out of control. "Then, let me be the one to mend the broken pieces. Let me be your perfect gentleman." I held her hands closely, staring into her enchanting brown eyes. "I..." She stuttered, as I inched closer, claiming her lips, with only one thought in mind, "To claim her, and make her love me." ........... Within a week, Genevieve went through the toughest of times. Not only did her boyfriend of two years break up with her, she later realized her best friend was engaged to him. The ones she called her parents revealed they weren't her real parents and had betrothed her off to a Billionaire who was interested in marrying her-someone she never met before. With her heart broken into a thousand pieces, insecurities, betrayal, and childhood trauma calling unto her, she wasn't ready to give love another chance. Anderson, her betrothed, wasn't the sort to give up, and would give it every shot to cherish and love her. And most importantly, mend her broken heart and make her give love a second chance. Will her heart melt and give in to love? What could possibly go wrong when enemies from the past wanted them apart? Will their love stand the test of time?

Suspense Love at first sight Attractive Age gap Office romance Arranged marriage CEO

Chapter 10 MEETING A MYSTERIOUS FELLOW

The day before yesterday 18:28

Chapter 1 INSECURITIES

GENEVIEVE POV

"Tada!" Anabelle's voice rang through my ears, as I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the mirror in front of me.

My midnight hair, which gets tangled at the slightest touch, was falling over my shoulder, my face draped in a nude makeup,my eyelashes short and too thick eyebrows.

Yet, I never liked my look. I could not help but focus on why my eyes and lips looked too big for my face.

And my cheeks, I think they look too chubby.

The only thing I was grateful for was that the make up hid the freckles on my face.

"You like what you see?'' My gaze cut to Anabelle, who was my second best friend and roommate.

Her lips had the biggest smile ever, and slowly I watched as it melted.

She noticed. She knew I didn't like my new look.

I tried to cover it up with a smile, but it was too late.

"I'm sorry, Anabelle. You really put in a lot of effort in this, but I still feel like I don't look good enough," I confessed, biting my lips slowly.

"Has Bryan ever complained?" She asked, referring to my boyfriend as I shook my head.

He never did. He loved me with my flaws. He never complained about my looks. Not only that, but he compliments me every time, being the perfect source to build my self-esteem which I was slowly losing.

"Then, he will appreciate it. You look beautiful and many will kill for your killer body shape. Get up, girl and have a nice date with your guy." Her words made my heart warm, as I tried discarding the thought of comparing myself with her.

It was unsuccessful ,my thoughts getting the best of me.

I wish I was like Anabelle sometimes. She has beautiful genes, with long flowing blonde hair,bright blue eyes, and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

Whenever I stood next to her, I always felt like her beauty overshadowed mine. I had watched a 'million times' when guys hit on her making me feel invisible.

I shook my head, discarding the almost waging thoughts. I stood up, and Anabelle pulled me into a hug.

"All the best, and happy second anniversary as a couple. Tell him to put a ring on your finger," she whispered as I chuckled.

It was as if she could read my mind. Bryan's message to meet him at his house today brought different thoughts to my head. I really hope he will propose to me soon.

The door flung open, my first best friend walked in with all smiles glistening on her face. She looked beautiful with her flowing yellow sundress and matching hat.

"Guess who is engaged?" She raised her left hand at us, shaking her head, all smiley face.

My heart skipped, and I felt a mixture of happiness and surprise at the same time,as I stared at the ring on her finger.

"Congratulations girl." Anabelle pulled her hand, admiring the ring.

"Congratulations Stella. Who is the fortunate guy? Why am I oblivious to the fact that you were in a relationship already?" I whined, as she facepalmed, letting out a breath.

"I'm sorry I kept it as a secret." She gave an apologetic look.

"Meanwhile, you will know the person soon. You look different, by the way. Are you going somewhere?" She asked, an attempt to divert my attention, which was actually a success.

But yet, her description of me caught me off guard. I looked 'different' , not 'beautiful'.

I shook my head,brushing it off.

"I am going to visit Bryan. We are celebrating our second year as a couple today." My lips curled into a smile, at the thought of him.

"Oh! You should be leaving then," Stella stated, as she walked in, slumping on the bed.

I glanced at Anabelle, who gave a thumbs up.

Yet, I couldn't help it. The sense of fluttery nervous feeling.

I really hope today will be the best day of my life.

*****

Even though it took me about ten minutes to walk down to Bryan's house, it wasn't enough to gather my thoughts together. And just when I got in front of his door, I could not help but feel a combination of anxiety and excitement at once.

Maybe because I had pictured him proposing to me today or the fact that I might end up disappointed if he doesn't.

I looked down at the bouquet of rose flowers in my hand, suddenly wondering if he would like it. That was not the only gift I had for him, though.

Puffing out air from my mouth, I pressed the doorbell as it rang. Five.... Ten seconds passed, yet no response.

I pressed on the doorbell again, taking one last glance at myself.

And then a sound came. "Babe." Bryan opened his door with a broad smile on his face, making my heart skip a bit.

"Come inside. Don't be shy." He beckoned, as he winked.

I allowed my legs to move inside, clutching to the bouquet of flowers.

This would be the first time I would be visiting him alone. On the last few occasions I came, Anabelle or Stella were always with me.

Bryan came in front of me, as he slowly leaned in, his lips crashing against mine. It was a slow and short kiss.

He pulled away, as I sneakily lifted my eyes to study his handsome features. He was dressed up in shorts with blue V shaped short sleeves, exposing his collarbones. He looked rather simple compared to the wear I had on plus the nude makeup on my face.

"You look beautiful." He complimented, as I smiled.

His blonde hair had been jelled, giving him a perfect look. His deep blue eyes, his well contoured nose, thick eyelashes fanning his face made him look breathtaking.

"You look handsome as usual. Never to be caught unfresh," I stated, as he winked, his lips curling into a smile.

He held my hands, leading me to the settee in the living room.

My gaze lingered around the room for a while, but was slightly disappointed that what I pictured didn't come through.

The balloons, the walls full of my pictures, and lightning were not there...

"Is everything fine?" His words jolted me out of my reverie, prompting me to give him a tight smile, handing him the bouquet of flowers in my hand.

"Happy anniversary as a couple." I spoke with enthusiasm lacing in my voice.

He offered me a smile, and held out his hand, taking the flowers.

"Happy anniversary babe. Thank you for this," he said, admiring the flowers.

"I got you something too."

Placing the flowers in the vase on the table, he dipped his hand in his pocket.

I drew my lips in tightly in anticipation. Was he going to propose?

It was a small box, as he slowly opened it, revealing something else. My heartbeat suddenly slowed down at the sight of what I saw, 'A bracelet.'

He held my wrist, placing the bracelet on it, helping me with it. I just stared at him.

It was a brown and black bracelet, with my name imprinted on it. It looked beautiful yet simple, but it wasn't what I wanted at the moment.

Or maybe I expected too much. Tomorrow was going to be my graduation from college and I shouldn't be thinking too much about marriage. I can't seem to help it, especially at the insecurities eating me up. What if someone else caught Bryan's attention?

"Thank you." I quickly pulled him in a hug, hoping to hide the disappointment on my face.

"Thank you for being the best girlfriend ever," he complimented, before pulling away.

It was enough to get a grip on myself.

I think I had been desperate to getting married to Bryan. I should just accept that he loves me and will propose to me at the right time.

His fingers brushed mine, a comfortable silence followed as we stared at each other.

"I think we should take our relationship to the next level." I gulped down nothing down my throat, trying to get the sense out of his words.

I stared at him with wide eyes when he inched closer, our nose meeting before he took my lips. His lips moved on mine, as he grabbed my waist closer, his hands slowly pulling the hem of my gown.

It was getting Intense and that was when it hit me. He wanted more.

I pulled away, trying to catch my breath. Yet, he inched closer.

"I can't do this. We can't have sex." I declared, and for a long second, his gaze was on me.

He held my hand, prompting me to look at him.

"I love you okay. We are a couple, and should make love," he insisted. His words made the inside of me churn with mixed feelings.

"I thought we had talked about this. We mutually agreed not to be intimate until our wedding night," I refuted.

He stood instantly, his height towering over me. His jaw clenched, as he looked furious.

"I can't wait any longer. It's been two years, Genevieve." My throat dried up at his words, my chest heaving slightly.

He has never called me Genevieve ever since we started dating.

I stood, afraid to meet his gaze.

"I can't. I hope you understand."

"Understand what exactly? Don't you love me? What do you want exactly?" He thundered, and I must confess that was the first time I witnessed him this angry.

It was weird, but It took me a lot of self-control not to give in to what he wanted. I really don't know if I was making the right decision.

I was insecure. I wish I could scream it out loud but words was stuck to my throat.

What if after having sex,he leaves me for someone else?

The thought alone made my heart thump.

My stare cut to his, as I was ready to speak.

"Marriage Bryan. We have been dating for two years already. Where is this relationship leading to?"I finally spoke up, glad I found my voice.

I thought I promised not to talk about marriage.

"Now I get it. You are desperate." I stared at him, struggling not to cry.

His demeanor had changed instantly and it was worrying me.

"Seriously. I..." He raised his hand, stopping me from speaking further.

"Save it. I'm breaking up with you," he deadpanned.

I blinked, frightened and confused.

"Wait. What? Bryan, calm down," I whimpered quietly, as I was slowly losing my voice.

"No, no,no. You are joking, right?" I asked, hoping he didn't mean it.

"I meant every word I said. Do you want to know the truth?" I nodded sheepishly at his words.

"I never loved you. We are only in a relationship because of a bet. You are just a bet, nothing serious. I dated you to use and dump you. I never...."I slapped him hard across his face, stopping him from spewing those disgusting words.

His words were like a verbal blow to my face. He never loved me, but wasted two years of my life.

I still found it hard to believe.

"Get out." His voice rose, as I stepped backward.

Taking one hard glance at me, he left farther into his room.

It was at that moment the world started spinning around me. And it was surprising I didn't cry. Instead, I felt my chest too tight, almost suffocating.

I ran outside, closing the door behind me. I stopped, and it was at that moment a phrase from a song came to my mind, 'It's Alright To Cry.'

I felt my heart break into a thousand pieces. A lone tear slipped down my face.

Few seconds passed. I fell to the ground, as I broke down in tears.