rutujaP

I am not the man of her dreams yet she keeps falling for me slowly every day!
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With a sweet, normal life and a bright career, I couldn't ask for anything else than crossing paths with a stranger from the past.


Little did I know that when he would arrive, he wouldn't come alone but with his dark secrets that would tear through my soul and a life of whirlwind that would turn my world upside down.


And with the serial killer on the loose, I would need to protect not only him, but also my biggest enemy- his father!


I am Elena Bell, and this is my story of friendship, betrayals, revenge and LOVE!

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EXCERPT:-

I sucked a long breath as my eyes widened. The fake pretentious smile broke as I stared at him as if he had grown two heads over his shoulders.

Devon turned to face me again, catching my eyes. With a smile playing on his lips, he continued, "And now that I think about it, I certainly am whipped by your charms, Elena!

I am not great with words, and no matter how much I prepared, no words can contain my feelings as they should.

So here I am asking you directly without beating around the bush."

I watched horrified, as he went down on one knee. People gasped audibly in shock, must be mirroring my expressions.

He finally pulled out his hand from his pants pocket to reveal a red velvet box.

'This is not happening! This is not happening!', my chants didn't change anything at all.

He pressed the small button with his thumb and its lid opened to show a diamond-studded ring inside.

My head turned heavy, and I thought I would collapse right then and there if he continued with that drama for another minute.

Clearly, he was not done yet.
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Arrogant billionaire's enigmatic wife

I looked up at Devon to see him looking back at me with some incomprehensible emotions. When he looked away to the men in black suits, I noted that there were many such men standing around the property as if they were guarding it.


"Welcome home, Sir! Should I inform everyone about your arrival?" A man asked in a polite tone.


So this was that famous Sanders' villa that made headlines in gossip magazines every other week?


"No need. And don't say that I am home because this is not MY home!" 


I felt bad for the man as he cringed at Devon's rude tone. I tugged at Devon's hand lightly, but he ignored it and began to guide me to the entrance.


I didn't miss how the men standing around gave weird looks. And I didn't blame them at all.


In a maroon office shirt and black high-waist pants with unruly burgundy hair, and bandages at places, I clearly looked the odd one out. 


Confronting The Culprits