Escaping The Erotic Billionaire

CHAPTER 1

 JENNA'S POV

 "Seriously?" I stormed into the study, holding up a newspaper.

"If there's anything I won't take, grandpa is you always devising a means to get me married."

 I threw the papers across the desk grandpa was sitted on.

 "I see this is your new way of saying thank you?" He said. "You are lucky you got to hear about it this time and not run away like a little girl."

He adjusted his glasses as he fixed his gaze at me. Anger? Annoyance? I couldn't read his expression from how he looked.

 I looked at grandpa confused trying make sense of what I just heard. Did he say thank you? Was it for always making marriage plans behind my back? Or when he arranged a "board meeting" which by coincidence just happened to be my wedding.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I'm supposed to be appreciative of all the times you tried to ruin my life."

"If getting married was a means to ruin peoples lives, the whole world would have been a mess by now," he snapped.

 I looked down at my shoes, and gritted my teeth. "At least I don't get to end up like mum and dad...." The room fell silent as though I just uttered a forbidden word.

Grandpa's expression fell flat, his gaze turned to me. "You don't know anything about your mum and dad's relationship worked," his voice with a hint of anger.

"You're only trying to hide the truth from me as usual; dad has always being a freak. Mom died! And whose fault was that? My own fucking father.

My heart raced against my chest. I'd never felt this surge of hatred stream through me just at the thought of my father.

Grandpa walked up to me, holding my hands in his. "Jenna, my child. Everything your mom did was solely on her terms." He continued, "Kristen was my favorite, and just like you I made sure to give her all she ever asked for. Your dad was just a manipulative devil who drove her to her death."

"No....if you claim you love her then why didn't you stop them from getting married?" I drew my hand back. "Answer me." "Honey?" Grandpa called softly. I looked up at him. He gave a sad smile and squeezed my shoulder.

"Something's happen which we can't quite control. Your father was a low life, and I curse the day I let your mother get married to him."

"Which is why I decided to get you married myself....to prevent what happened to your mother."

 "And the company? Getting married would mean me not paying full attention to the company?"

 "It's about time you forget about the business and start to think about raising a family, Jenna." He cried. "I'm to blame for your lack of interest in getting married; I gave you everything you have and now you couldn't care less if a man was in the picture or not."

 I glanced around the room refusing to make eye contact. All I could do was stand there like a child getting scolded.