A Wife for the Billionaire
Chapter 146: THE WIFE OF THE BILLIONAIRE - A SNEAK PEEK

Chapter 146: THE WIFE OF THE BILLIONAIRE - A SNEAK PEEK

Before the sneak peek, I, as the author, would like to say a few words.

First of all, it’s kinda surreal that I get to do this on my birthday. Yeah folks, today’s the 31st of March, my birthday.

I started this story last year roughly around August 22, and if my math is right. It’s been 7 months. Before now, I didn’t know it’s been that long and at the same time, it really doesn’t feel that long.

These months had been one hell of a ride. I remember days that I don’t even write at all. I was kinda in a bad place before I began this book and like I usually write on my author page, ’writing has always been my own way of navigating life’ and this book helped.

As crazy as it sounds, I started this story a day after a story I had been working on got rejected, ’A Mafia Vendetta’. The book had been doing so well that it was getting promoted even though it wasn’t contracted yet. Even on the day it got rejected, it was on promotion. I really didn’t see the rejection coming, I had been so convinced that I was going to get a contract that for once, my heart never doubted it. And I guess that was why it had hit hard when I stared at my rejection email.

I had sank into depression after that, moping around and convincing myself that I wasn’t good enough. And then on the evening of the next day after living through the nightmare of seeing other authors post their acceptance emails. I will admit I was envious of them and that spite kinda inspired me to try again. So, sitting there at my work, I thought of writing a billionaire romance since that of the mafia was rejected.

The idea of Richard Wellington and Sofia Blake (Reed) story came pretty fast and to quell my depression, I started writing immediately. A week later without even applying for a contract I was offered one at my own leisure. So, I suppose there’s some sort of moral lesson on that, ’Never give up’ even when you think you should. Your next try might actually be the success you’ve been looking and waiting for.

And honestly I didn’t see this book ending like this. There was still a lot I wanted to write. Sofia and Cole’s first date. Their first sex. How Hong Kong went, the masquerade and fundraiser ball, interviewing the prospects, Sofia’s experience working with Richard, vice versa, the collection launch, the stepping down of the current Dame of the Dame Dynasty, Claire’s disapproval of Sofia as her son’s personal assistant as if she knew what would happen, the collection launch, Sofia and Richard moment of vulnerability, the aftermath and of course the celebration of a successful collaboration launch which was where the events of the epilogue took place.

So my dear readers, don’t be dismayed, there’s a sequel, ’The Wife of the Billionaire’ and it will be starting from where I stopped on this one. I thank you all for reading this one, and the support you gave. Honestly, without you guys, I don’t think I would have gone this far. Thank you so much and bear with me for ending this one this way. I had wanted to rush through the whole thing, but then it wouldn’t have been as I liked so I decided to end this one and start a sequel.

The Chapters would be like the last Chapters of this one. No more repeating their words, but trying to merge their experiences in one Chapter. And I want to promise that this one won’t be draggy, but it’s not really up to me. I can’t help it when my characters remember a memory from the past or decide to ramble on and on.

Anyway, here’s a sneak peek of the next book in the Richard and Sofia story.

THE WIFE OF THE BILLIONAIRE

PROLOGUE

It’s really surreal how one’s life can be upended in just a second. In a nick of time, change wafts in and weaves a tapestry completely different from what one imagined. Well, it can be good or in my case, it can be so bad that you come to the realization that the weaving would only get worse from there.

I’ve been here for a month. A whole month of what looked like it was to be my new normal. 31 days that I stayed hoping he would come... that anyone would come. That I once again found myself muttering words of prayer to anyone or anything that could save me from my cruel fate.

I looked down on the orange overalls I had on. The dull green and grey walls. The bunker on which I slept, the girl above had given up trying to make conversation after a week of sheer silence. People have to learn that not everything can be discussed, and sometimes you just have to mind your own damn business. The black bars confining me. I was trapped, there was no way around it. It was over, I hadn’t made bail and perhaps there was never a provision for that.

They keep telling me that there would be a trial, but I know that’s a lie. I was, after all, the daughter of the world’s most dangerous criminal. And a rare piece of jewelry had been found in my purse. They had come and collected hair samples, as if the biometrics I had given on the first day weren’t enough. I guess they wanted to confirm if I was indeed the daughter of Simon Reed.

And yeah after a month, hope becomes a lost commodity.

I never imagined that this would be how my story would end. In the same place, both my parents disappeared to, under the very same circumstances. I suppose some of us have our endings written even before we start living and try as much as we can to change it. It’s simply inevitable.

"Hey, stop moping around and come on out here" the stout man who was the warden said, banging his baton on the bars.

It was time for my morning drill. They parade me round the grounds like a fucking dog. I guess it was to show others that justice even after how many years could be dispersed. If that’s a thing since I wasn’t really an accomplice in my father’s dealings, yes, I was his daughter, but I was only 8.

We were making our way past the front desk when the news on the TV stopped me from taking another step.

"... taking place at the garden terrace of the Wellington Fashion Headquarters, the wedding is said to be a private event, strictly by invitation. The billionaire..."

"Keep walking," the warden gruffed, hitting me with his baton.

I fell to my knees.

The normal reaction would have been to stand, hiss at him and then keep walking, but I couldn’t do any of this. I just knelt there, defeated. Feeling the last petal of my flower of hope fall. It is really over now.

"... I know love when I see it, and it is the way the billionaire stares at Breanna Lee, his bride..."

Another hit. I fell face flat on the floor, coughing out blood. It was supposed to hurt, but it didn’t. Or maybe it did, but with my bleeding heart, I really couldn’t feel any other pain. Another hit, and another and yet I couldn’t bring myself to rise.

How could I when this was happening? When my only hope of leaving this place was somewhere getting ready to say ’I do’? When he couldn’t care less if I rot in here? I knew it was going to hurt, but I was curious. I dared steal a glance at the pictures that were on display on the TV. Richard sat across from a silver linen table staring dreamily at the slender and pretty Breanna who was trying to cut her barbecue, oblivious to his gaze.

Whoever had captured that image would have been compensated a huge deal by the News channel. It was real and totally random, Richard didn’t even seem to notice that someone was taking pictures.

He hated that. Non-consensual pictures, especially one like that. The memory of that time he had caught a guy taking his pictures when we had gone for an event, how he chased him down and beat the shit out of him. There wasn’t really much he could do, he was a billionaire. He was popular, of course, people will always take pictures of him, but that day, he had been in a very sour mood.

Like an angry child with an imageless book, I flipped the memory. Focusing on the now.

Now, that it feels like it’s really over. Now, that I wish I had never rushed into his elevator that day, that I never should’ve crossed paths with him and that my life would have been better off without Richard Wellington in it. He had found a wife.