Vivian

I don't care about love. I don't believe in love. I don't do relationships or consider marriage. I get the hit of my life with my parents killed in a car accident leaving me behind with my 18-year-old baby bro. He's eleven years younger than me. I have a secret life which might be the reason for my parents' deaths. By day, I'm 29-year-old, good for nothing, lazy, Vivian Doreen. By night? Yeah, well.... That's another, crazy, story....

Upon my parents' deadly accident, my baby bro tells me that I'm a collateral in a 10 million dollars investment contract my folks signed with some billionaire. If not paid, I need to marry his billionaire son. Like, really?! No way.... I don't even consider that, though it does give me a shock to even hear SUCH A NONSENSE!

David

MY FATHER IS OUT OF HIS MIND! Me?! To marry someone?! What?! I don't love someone but marry! However, my lunatic dad has a last letter my mom left for me just before she died.... He's used that letter to become what I am today and exceed the level he was and is. I did that. Now? For him to give it to me? When I'm 27? Waiting for that letter since I was eleven? I HAVE TO MARRY THE ONE HE WANTS ME TO! He said that since then. Marrying someone he wants is the final condition to finally hand me the letter.... I'M GOING NUTS! NO WAY I'LL MARRY! Or will I? One thing is for sure. WAR IS COMING! SHE'LL BE MY WIFE ON PAPERS ONLY! The rest? No way.... Nope. I don't even know her! Not that it is important.... I WON'T MARRY!

At the will reading for Vivian and her little brother upon their parents' deaths, next on the list, the lawyer has the investment contract. David and his dad come in and the War of Love BEGINS! None is wanting, and both are crazy. But what happens next? Let's just say that David has a switch on everything inside.... War is on though....

War Love is the first book in the Shooting a Hot Billionaire series.

Shooting a Hot Billionaire - War Love Book 1

We’re in a private area and eating something. I don’t know what it is as I don’t give a fuck. It’s some chicken something dish made by a Masterchef and you guys know how they cook as you don’t fucking know what’s the dish. It’s not bad though. Little fucker ordered it as I told him I don’t know what to have as I’m having some disturbance inside. 


When I’m out with serums, I experience loss of appetite or feel like throwing up. Now it’s the case for such a moment. The dish does have some lemon juice in the ingredients, so it fits well to my state to not make me throw up. And yes, I’m having iced whisky. I need that shit. No, I’m not a drinker, but as you have already realized, I’m having it for other reasons. 


Chapter 56 – I Really Can’t Stand You Right Now…