Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
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In the darkness that lurked inside the house, there lived a man, not poor but overly wealthy; lived among humanity, but was locked away from the whole society.
He's naive, lived in the world but knew absolutely nothing about it. He never had a phone or a friend and barely picked up the remote that monitored his television. He was also homeschooled, wholly enclosed from the outside in a cage that to him was the definition of happiness.
But as impossible as it may sound, a man as secured as him, owned a famous company that somebody trustworthy enough supervised under his name.
Fortunately though, that person was needed no more, because what was awaited upon has just been found.
HIS BRIDE. . . Well technically, she wasn't yet his bride, but willing or not, she would be.
He had already spotted her, she had already been chosen, she was his now…undeniably his.
It was on a rare occasion that he had seen her, a time when he had bravely breached the outside. His father had been teaching him how to behave when it was his turn to own the company. His mind had grasped everything, but his eyes had grasped her. She was crossing the street, young and blond with a beautiful smile.
A floral dress had rested just inches above her knees, her shoes protecting her skipping feet and her hands swaying by her sides. She had looked so free, so happy and he couldn't help but want her to be that happy with him. So he had pointed her out to his father and he had promised that today —four years from then— she would be his.
He knew what weight would fall upon his shoulder when he had showed her to his father...the company's; but he cared not, he wanted her and he knew if his father had promised her to him then he surely would have her.
He would treat her just as he had been taught, after all, that was the way to treat a woman. His father had showed him and had even written the steps on the walls of his mind.
His father had told him to look for her, he said she's among them, beautiful and just your type.
One day you'll find her...he had continued...and when you do...let me tell you how to treasure her.
Step one...