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Not my billionaire

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What happens when she is forced to marry an arrogant billionaire? Someone very different from her kind of person and he's everything she's stood against.

“Boss, Mr Chan was here earlier to discuss some pressing issues with you. Should I schedule a meeting with him?” Taylor says.

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Chapter one Broken Billionaire Teaser She was forced to marry me against her wish. How could she refuse? Chapter 1 “Boss, Mr Chan was here earlier to discuss some pressing issues with you. Should I schedule a meeting with him?” Taylor says. Taylor’s my PA. “Pressing issues? Hm. Well, okay”. I say. I walk into my office to see Hailey cleaning it. “You’re late again miss?” I say, raising a brow at her. “I ain’t paying you to clean my office 30 minutes later than the usual time. And uh…one more thing. It’s stuffy in here, couldn’t you at least open the window blinds? I mean, I pay you for that! What’s that smell? Like a combination of dried sweat and dirt. Change that dress or more still, take a shower”. I say as her cheeks flush pink. She sniffs. “I’m sorry, sir”. She says with her head lowered down. “Get lost already! Gosh, I need proper ventilation in here!” I say after she scampers away timidly. I settle on my chair, taking a pen from my penholder alongside a notepad. Just then, the telephone starts to ring. I pick it up. “What now, Taylor?” I ask. “He’s here, do I bring him in?” “Who’s here?” I ask. “Mr Chan”. “Urrrggghh, alright”. I say and hang up. Taylor shows up in my office couple of minutes later, requesting to usher Mr Chan in. “So, you’re the famous Mr Chan huh?” I say. “Ah, yes. Seems you’ve heard a lot about me”. He says. “Not that you’re popular. The Mr Chan I thought of , doesn’t emit an aura of old age, turns out my imagination failed me….again”. I say. He clears his throat and adjusts in his seat. “Let’s get down to business….Mr. Ashbury, I heard your company’s the best in Seoul. You see, I own the Fellz company….one I’ve struggled to build all my life. We’re currently one of the best fashion commercial making company. What’s your take on partnership between both companies? I assure you, it isn’t a waste of time and resources, but a plus on our sides. Your company gets 30% of the company profits from the ongoing project”. He says. “You’re the owner of the disreputable Fellz company? What’s so famous about Fellz? I’m sorry I can’t work with you”. I say. “Ah, seems you’re new to Seoul….not to brag but I assure you that Fellz is a very popular company here in Seoul. I think we’d make a good team. My company has a lot of hard-working and cooperative team members and uh, I think yours does as well. We’ll push huge traffic towards us…I’ve one of the best copywriters in Seoul in my company. I assure you, you won’t regret it”. He says. “Mr Chan, have you any experience when it comes to partnering with companies?” I ask. “Uh, not really. We –”. He was still speaking when I cut him short. “How then did your company become popular? That’s not even the point. You’re just blabbing Mr. Chan. Your company has never partnered with any popular company like Terrace, D & G, Fendi prints and so on…and you want to partner with my company? I’m sorry your company doesn’t meet the criteria for partnership with my company. This is just a waste of time. If you don’t mind, I’m a very busy man and would love to get back to work”. I say. “Here’s my personal number in case you change your mind”. He says leaving a white paper on my desk before heading out of my office. I take the paper and shove it under a file on my desk. *8 hours later* I alight the car and walk into the mall. I was about leaving when I caught a glimpse of the chocolate I had in mind. I surged forward to get it before someone else does, ebbing whomever I came across with, that posed as an obstruction to my movement. I got the box of chocolate and was about leaving for the cashier’s desk when I bumped into her. All the items she bought were all sprawled on the floor and I look at her annoyed face unapologetically. I made to move past her when she suddenly blocks me. “Your mama didn’t teach you to apologize, did she?” She fired. “I don’t apologize, Missy”. I say “Excuse me? You bumped into me…all my stuffs are on the floor now. Pick it up at least if you can’t say sorry!” She says. “I’ve got better things to do, woman! Step aside”. I say. “Oh really? Like I ain’t got better things to do huh? Pick it up and I step aside”. She says with her arms folded. I was tempted to push her aside but I didn’t. “Step….aside”. I say. “And if I refuse? Look, I don’t care whom you are okay? You’re probably one rich dude that lacks manners”. She says. I didn’t expect her to recognize me. I disguised myself as a commoner as I didn’t want swarm of bees in human form all over me. I take off the hood and give her this stare. “What’re you trying to do?” She asks. “You don’t know me, do you?” I ask while putting my hood back on. “I don’t care whom you are! Pick it up stranger”. She says. I raise a brow at her and smirk. “Okay”. I say as I pretend to pick it, thereby smashing it with my foot instead then I walk away leaving her startled. She was cursing at me but I didn’t care. All I needed was a box of tasty chocolates for my little princess at home. I grabbed a box of chocolate, paid for it and exit the hall with it. I bump into her again. “You?” We both say. “Are you stalking me?” I ask. “Ew, no. You’re not worth stalking!” She says and ebbs me whilst passing by me. I drag her by her arm. “You don’t speak to me however you wish!” I say. “Why not? What are you? Some god or something? Get your filthy hands off me. You’re ruining my dress!” She says and yanks her arm off my grip before walking away. I felt my ego bruise a little. No girl has ever spoken to me in that sort. No one has ever looked at me and not tripped. “Hey handsome”. Someone says to me. It’s a feminine voice. I turn to look at where it came from and there stood this lady that I don’t know staring at me seductively. I roll my eyes at her before walking away, feeling so bad my ego was bruised. *At home* “Lance!” Roxanne screams in excitement, running towards me with outspread arms. Roxie’s my little sister. I carry her up and place a kiss on her pink cheeks. “There you go, mommy”. I say. “I missed you. I felt so lonely”. She says. “You did?” I ask and she nods. “I’m sorry…hey I got you something. Guess”. I say. “Mm, a Barbie doll?!” She asks in excitement. “You like Barbie dolls?” I ask. “I love Barbie dolls”. She says after I drop her on the bed. “I didn’t know. Guess again, it’s not a Barbie doll”. I say. “Mm…pafé?” She asks. I take out the chocolate from my bag as her eyes kept looking to know what I got. I turn around slowly. “Yayy chocolates!” She says and takes the box of chocolates from me before I could even realize it. “I see you love chocolates huh?” I say and she starts to cry. “What now baby?” “It won’t open”. She says trying harder to tear the seal open. I take it from her and break the seal and a smile lights up on her face…she happily scurries away with the box of chocolates. I set to clean myself, have dinner and get to bed.

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