Owned By That Cold-Hearted Billionaire

ued-at the bar, I went home. I didn't even wait for him to fi

e pain. All the heartaches. So it's better this way. I'm still hurting. It's

ed to mean the world to him, but now, he can't even look at me

world. I pressed accept upon seeing that it was Ch

What's up?" I a

you? They're finishing the construct

tedly. He laughed and even called me

call. I sighed. Can somebody please teach my manager some manners?

nfortunately, Alvido hadn't left yet. He was seated at the dining table. I didn't intend to join him

is newspaper and I noticed the bags under his eyes. He's been gettin

ny." I nodded. Okay. I don't care. As if I could help w

instructed the maid. "Ah well, ma'am..." the

l make my coffee now?!" I grumbled. I only allowed Ate Pining to make my

housemaids here." I rolled my eyes. Reducing housem

. I took it and saw that it was Ivy. Christian's

d you to model denim. They want to hire you for another project

ve you tried ca

r Christian should be here but he sent me first because h

man is causing a ruckus. Call the guards

scene because he wants your b

emoved?! Am I ugly?! Is my body ugly?!

up. Whoever that disrespectful person is, they bet

iately and was about to head back to my r

. "No. Fix your own problems. I have my

other's brain. He doesn't deserve my help, or anyone's help. He

out of our garage, feeling extremely teed off. Who the hell is the jerk trying to take down my billboard?! They're in

n here?! I took the elevator and went out on the fourth floor. As I approached the office, I could hear commotion. It sounded

lient who hired me to model denim. T

hole room. Startled, I looked at the person who shouted. My eyes widene

know that perverts passing by Edsa will desire you? Huh? Are you not t

ee that his face was already red from anger. "What?! W

ooked at me with newfound hate. "Well, I don'

n my hips. Dammit! It's so hard to expla

ase?! I'm not nake

render. "Say what you want to say. But I won't let y

your permission to do that," he said wit

I asked, panicking. He reached for his po

ignored me. He took a pen from his other pocket and signed the paper. Then

client - looked at the piece of paper o

million to take down