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

Seeing this, I rest on the bed, curling under the sheets as I’m getting some shivers down my spine. Another reaction I have when I’m fucking exhausted. 


So good to be in a fucking bed…. I’m with my clothes on, but it doesn’t matter…. As long as I can sleep it’s perfect…. And having Davy for a Bambi sleep, it’s fucking divine…. Yep. Finally, I’m lucky, too, on some things…. I can’t wait for him to take me in his arms and have his warmth to go to sleep…. 


I yawn several times while he’s speaking with Desi, telling her I don’t feel very well, to not worry, and that he’s sorry we couldn’t stay more. He then says his last greetings while I’m almost breaking the sides of my mouth from my yawns. 


When I hear he ends the call, as I’m with my back at him, I raise my left hand and motion it at him, without turning around. 


“I want my blanket, pillow, and Bambi…. Come to bed, kiddo….” I can feel he’s smirking…. 


Chapter 63 – Well, Suffer Some More, Sexy Baby…