💲The Billionaire 🚬
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(Stuck with a billionaire)
GENRE: Brotherhood, secrets society, dark romance, killings, singer, dancers, target, rivalry, hatred, lovemaking, pregnancy, betrayal, R@PE, kidnapping, love triangle, jealousy, craziness, black heart, s*x, and contract.
THEME: Stuck with a billionaire.
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Note: this is a dark romance!!
❤️🔥 EPISODES 7&8❤️🔥
🖤 BILLIONAIRES MISTAKE 🖤
“Skinny wîtch…”
“Crîmînàl….”
“Let me go, I said let me go!! It’s not me,” Khalid forcefully released her hold on him.
The thought of losing her eight-month salary on a bottle of champagne gave her more strength, the strength she never had.
“It’s your ghost,” Audrey grasped his collar this time.
“It’s my brother!!” Khalid forcefully shoved her aside again, damnit he h@tëd it, he loathe admitting that Lorenzo was his brother, he was a betrayal, a betrayal is no one’s relative and now she just made him admit it.
“If you push me one more time I’m Suing you for assault and theft,” she snarled at him
He scoffed. For a moment he was silent then reached for his trouser, Khalid pulled out a few dollars from his wallet passing it to her. She grasped it nearly injuring him with her nails.
“Not complete,” she shot him a hard glare. She was trying to be nice but he wants to play rude, well two wrongs can make another wrong.
“Here, count it,” He threw five dollar bills at her face, Audrey looked down at the money spread all over the floor and then back at him. She took in her lower lips then bent and picked it up.
After counting the money she threw a dollar bill at his face.
“Thanks for wasting my time, Crímìnâl” She turned around, walking away.
Khalid stood stunned. how dare she? Who the h*ll does she think she was? He was Khalid Washington Wolves and no woman messes with him and goes scot-free. She just got added in his to do list.
“You just got added in my to do list,” he said bluntly and she stopped then scowled at him.
“You’re already on my wîtchcråft list,” she replied, joining both hands together.
“Crîmînàl, crîmînàl, crîmînàl, crîmînàl, crîmînàl, crîmînàl hmmm, he’s a crîmînàl, crîmînàl, crîmînàl, cute but a crîmînàl, maybe handsome but he’s a crîmînàl, hmm crîmînàl, crîmînàl,” Audrey hummed, slowly shifting back as she continues cycling her hand as if performing magic.
His jaw dropped, was she crazy? H*ll, she is?
“What a psycho…”
HOUSE PARTY
Vincent and Kourtney sat on the bench outside, Füçk. He was wracking with alcohol.
“Vin,” Kourtney called softly, then bit her lower lips, how was she going to tell him to stop Füçking around?
She’d loved him from day one, even though her brothers were always there to protect her they also sent Vincent to pick her up from school sometimes and she’d developed feelings for him, she was so afraid to tell him that she kept it all to herself.
But today she was gonna claim him, she was done waiting, she’d been there for him during the days his company nearly collapsed, it was her who gave him 10 Million and lied that it was from her father.
Vincent had taken the money and planned to go meet Mr. Washington Wolves but considering that the man is so strict and Kourtney told him that her father wasn’t in town he stayed back.
“Kourtney, why do you dress this way, don’t you know bad boys are around?” He asked drunkly.
She gulped nothing before speaking.
“I… I dressed up for you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“Me? You’re not serious,” he laughed at her.
Kourtney ignored his laughter, she leaned closer pulling him by his collar then smashed her lips on his, not minding that he was heavily drunk.
Vincent slid his hand under her blouse and grabbed her b***st, fumbling it. That was bad. It made her feel strange, but sometimes when he caressed it right, she felt the intensity tingling in her body.
His other hand slid under her skirt a moment later and pressed against the crotch of her P@ntiës.
“You’re not very wet,”
“I’m not?” She asked softly.
It might have been impolite to point out that he wasn’t a very good kisser, but this was her Vincent. His inability to kiss didn’t change the fact that she loved him. They’d learn to get better at it together.
“Maybe you just need a bit more encouraging,” His thumb rubbed her up and down, working her folds through her silky P@ntiës, And that sent all kinds of new sensations spiraling through her.
Her hands clutched at his tuxedo jacket. Oh, that was way better than mouth kissing.
“You like that,” he whispered.
She nodded.
“Push your legs wider for me, I’m going to take these P@ntiës off you,”
Her thighs quivered at the thought, but they were outside and someone might see them, Mr. Washington was sure going to roast her alive.
“Is someone going to come by?”
“Nope, we’re alone out here,” His thumb pushed harder against her as if trying to penetrate her through her P@ntiës, and she felt the curious urge to bear down against him. A little breathy Mõ@n escaped her, and she let her thighs go wide for him.
A moment later, his hands went under her skirt, and then her P@ntiës were whisked off her legs. They tangled around one of her heels, and he left them there as if they were no longer a concern.
Now, she felt completely open and exposed.
Okay, she was kind of hoping he’d put his face down there and finish what he’d started with his fingers. Instead, he cupped her s*x. One finger dipped between her folds, and he moved in to kiss her neck again, his fingers brushing back and forth through her folds. It was nice, but he kept missing the most important spot, her çlit!
It was just something else she’d have to learn to be brave about and show him. If this was how he handled s*x and kissing then he’s horrible at it. Oh, her poor Vincent. She’d have to train him.
She held him close. It was okay. She still loved him, he was her Vincent.
He kept rubbing her folds and pushed a finger inside her.
“You ready for me?” He asked in a whisper.
Her eyes widened.
Ready? Ready for what? Surely not sëx. Out here? At a house party with everyone around? H*ll no.
“Kourtney, baby,” he murmured again. And she heard the sound of a zipper going down.
“Trust me, Kourtney,” he added.
Of course, she trusted him. Even though her instincts were screaming out that this was a bad idea, she put her arms around his neck as he shifted his weight on top of her.
“Of course, I trust you,” she said softly.
” I love you, Vincent, I always have. I’ve just been waiting for you to notice me,” she said
“I noticed you today,” he replied as his weight settled between her legs. Then, he pushed inside her.
Surprised, she froze. He was going straight to penetration. No more foreplay. No more rubbing or kisses. Jeez, how horrible can he be?
She’d been expecting…. I don’t know, a bit more than this. Kourtney bit her lip as he pushed into her again.
“Hmm, you’re so beautiful, Kourtney,” He pumped into her once more. Then collapsed on top of her with a groan. His ÇOçk slid out of her and she felt wetness slide down her thighs.
Wait, that was it? That was all she got?
“Vincent,” she called but He groaned against her again, but didn’t move.
Seriously? After years of lusting after the man, After being his friend through thick and thin, After being there for him when he nearly became a beggar, After spending hours dressing all slinky so he couldn’t resist her. She got two th-ru_sts and no cóndòm, She got the worst s*x possible, On a bench? Outside in daylight. In a garden?
Two pumps and he was done? Kourtney shoved at his chest. All her feelings of love and acceptance of Vincent’s behavior evaporated in a flash. Hurt and outrage were now the only thing she felt.
“Get off me,” she snared
WASHINGTON WOLVES MANSION THREE HOURS LATER
With a fire in his heart and rage in his eyes, Lorenzo stormed their mansion. His little girl’s injury was a spark that ignited a fierce inferno within him, and he was determined to make his brother pay.
Seeing Blue with a heavy wound on her lap broke every resistance wall he built inside him, how dare Khalid hurt his little girl?
When Khalid caught sight of Lorenzo, A.K.A Sátàn, he knew that he was in for a fight so he rose to his feet and awaited his brother.
Lorenzo was like a hurricane, tearing through the mansion with a single-minded focus. He was going to make sure that Khalid never hurt his children again.
No need for a ref cos they engage in a serious fight. In the next minute, the room was filled with the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood as Lorenzo and Khalid fought like wild animals. Their movements were quick and deadly, and they seemed to move in a blur.
Lorenzo’s fists were like hammers, and Khalid’s feet were like blades. They moved with a savagery that was frightening to behold.
Lorenzo was driven by a primal rage, while Khalid was fueled by his own twisted sense of justice. It was a battle that neither man was willing to lose.
Mr. Washington Wolves, stepped out of his study nodding his head, he walked over to the couch settling down the began smoking as he watched them with interest.
“This is way better than watching soccer,” he puffed out smoke, nodding his head.
As the fight raged on, Lorenzo gain the upper hand. With a sudden burst of strength, he grabbed Khalid by the shirt and threw him down the grand staircase. Khalid tumbled down the stairs, crashing into the marble floor below with a groan.
He lay there, dazed and bruised, his body aching from the impact as he struggled to get to his feet, Lorenzo charged down the stairs. Like a charging bull, he plowed into Khalid, sending him crashing into the wall. Before Khalid could recover, Lorenzo was on him again, raining down a series of powerful punches. With each blow, Khalid’s strength seemed to fade. He tried to fight back, but his arms felt like lead. He couldn’t lift them to defend himself.
Lorenzo’s fists were relentless, each strike landing with deadly precision.
As the blows continued to rain down on him, Khalid’s vision began to blur. His ears were ringing, and his head felt like it was spinning. He could barely make out the face of his big brother who was beåting him, And then, everything went black.
Khalid slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Lorenzo stood over him, his chest heaving, his fists still clenched.
RAINBOW
Pacing around the room in distress, Rainbow dialed her sister’s line again but it went straight to voicemail.
“She’s not picking, she didn’t come home last night, and… What am I gonna do?” She panicked, pacing around the living room.
Dominic actually settled the hospital bill and she was discharged.
“I dunno,” Dominic replied, he dropped the package in his hand on the table and then looked at her.
“You don’t know?” She asked unbelievably, He narrowed his gaze at her
“We are in this together….”
“Nope, nope, no Füçking way Rainbow, rephrase,” he suddenly cut her off.
She shot him a glare.
“What do you mean?”
“I love your sister and nothing will change that,” he began.
Her jaw dropped.
“But… Bu…. What about me?” She asked unbelievably, she didn’t want to think that he was playing her all this while.
“You? What do you mean you?” He frowned deeply, his voice rising.
“You and me, that’s what I meant…..”
“There is no you and me and there will never be, we were just having fun, okay? Fun! Get that into your head, I love Kimberly, have always loved her and nothing has changed,” he sat up straighter.
“But….”
“No, but! I was hoping that once the baby is born I will convince Kim to adopt her and you and me will pretend nothing ever happened between us…. ”
“Dominic!!!” She yelled with tears in her eyes
“What? I told you I was going to marry your sister so….”
“You said you never Loved her ….”
“Bullcrap, who won’t love Kim, I mean look at her, she’s everything I need….”
“Then why cheat on her with me?”
“Well, it’s an irresistible temptation. Listen, Rainbow, figure your Sh|t out, okay? Lemme figure mine,” he said lastly and walked out of the room. Leaving her in complete dismay.
Rainbow stood there, unable to move an inch as hot tears poured down her eyes.
“I’m so stupid,”
AN HOUR LATER
Khalid was rushed to the hospital, where the doctors assessed the damage. His legs had been badly injured in the fall, and they told him that he would never walk again. The news hit him like a ton of bricks.
He lay on the bed, his body bandaged and broken. His mind drifted back to the fight, to the moment when Lorenzo had thrown him down the stairs.
He remembered the feeling of weightlessness as he fell, and then the sickening crunch of his bones as he hit the ground. The pain had been unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the pain of knowing that he would never walk again.
His mother who couldn’t take the news blamed him for his recklessness and always making trouble while his sister never said a word to him until they left.
“Everyone thinks I am the bad guy,” he gritted his teeth. “He Füçked my woman, as if that wasn’t enough he got her pregnant, those kids were supposed to be mine and now he took my legs and I am the bad guy,” he mumbled to himself, feeling a new surge of rage rising inside him.
“I will be this villain to the very end cos every villain was made!!” He looked around, his eyes met the hospital phone on the stand near his bed then he took it and dialed a few numbers.
📱 Who is this?”
“It’s a code red,” he spoke Into the phone.
📱 Roger that boss.
NIGHT~ A MANSION IN NEW YORK
A woman stood on her balcony, staring out into the dark. A chill wind blew through her hair, sending a shiver down her spine. She wrapped her fur-lined cloak tighter around her shoulders, but the cold could not quench the fire that burned in her heart.
Her thoughts were full of vengeance, of plots and plans to bring down the Washington Wolves family. The years of friendship with the matriarch of the family were long forgotten, consumed by the flames of hatred and envy.
Tonight, the second step of her plan would begin with…… A sinister smile spread across her lips as she turned to go back inside.
Her name is Lady Malary, It has always been her, she knows it all, all of it. The dark secrets that tore Lorenzo and Khalid apart.
Years have gone by and she seems to be forgotten and neglected by all, but she back again.
“My Lady,” A voice called from the inside.
A dark smile spread across her lips, of course, she knew who it was.
“Scott,” she moved toward him and he stood his ground.
“She’s on sight, I mean Mrs. Washington Wolves….”
“Watch it!! I am the real Mrs. Washington Wolves…”
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