My Cold-Hearted Billioniare

me up with girls behind my back? What, am I like 12? So I can't make decisions for myself anymore? Are you

whenever I visited my parents. But my friends doing this? That crossed a line! Sure, they dropped hin

t him off, my anger flaring. "Enough! I don't want to hear that name, ever again!" The

just not interested in a relationship at the moment; I'm a busy businessman," I replied, trying to defend my reluctance. But deep down, I knew the truth was more complicated. I had moved

in conversation when my sister's call came in. These days, I was

getting married? Have you found a girl? When was the last time you went on a date? Mot

calls, but that only led to problems. Th

morning, his voice laced with concern, asking if I was okay, safe

ht now." At least that seemed to work. My mom often reminded me that I was the child of her old age. After 15 year

ckness, but as her belly began to grow, the hospital confirmed she was pregnant-wit

no plans for a relationship, let alone marriage. The weight of their expectation

e, big sissy," I replied, a hint of affection creeping into my tone. After a brief pause, I added, "How are Fat

,'" she said dryly, her sarcasm unmistakable. She couldn't even wait to finis

h the stillness again. "You're still coming home tomorrow, right? G

he's all woman now, Rolland! You need to see her! You'll love her, trust

nd this conversation swiftly. "Sorry? Did I hear correctly?" she aske

atience wearing thin. "Omg, who? Do I know her? This is good news! Mother

efore she could respond further. As I hung up, I felt the weight of Brian's and

"You just agreed to go on the date," Rey

family's plan," I replied, adopting an "o

go for this date or go see the pretty hot Desdemona at home," Brian

eping into my voice. "Calling your big sister Rosy to let her know your

ling the weight of their expectations pressing down on me as he dropped the

nds? The people I called my guys? Did my parents ask them to do th