Billionaire Romance: Seduced by the Billionaire Read Free

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paying less than twenty bucks for the sake of her grandmother’s medication,
which took up most of her earnings.
     
    Oblivious of the danger, she kept on
walking. Her three-inched heels knocked on the cemented pavement, stuck
occasionally into the tiny holes along the way. Arrayed with a white blazer and
black jeans, she heedlessly put herself as a prey…
     
    Hearing a suspicious footstep behind her,
she paused and swept a glance across the street for any sign of danger.
Comforted to have seen none, she continued walking.
     
    As the dark clouds released the moon,
Emily’s path lighted. Now, she could see if there was really someone stalking
her. It could be a psycho killer. A psychopath. Or just a pure psycho. You
never know what’s around the corner. Listen.
     
    Emily glanced at the rain water on the
road, and to her surprise, the water mirrored the criminal. Thinking straight,
she immediately ducked down the moment she saw the man swung his arms to her
neck. She glided her foot and kicked the man successfully.
     
    “Aaargh…” the man screamed in agony.
     
    Her shoes’ heel must have stabbed his leg.
To avenge himself, the criminal drew something from his pocket and, whoosh, a
sharp and rusted knife grinned at Emily.
     
    “No way. I-I don’t wanna die…” she
whispered under her breath, terrified to leave grandma alone.
     
    Emily glided his body away from the man,
gathering mud and debris on her pants. The man studied her fear and took
advantage of the opportunity. He glanced at her belongings and calculated the
time to kill her and run away with her stuff. Raping her was no a choice at
all. Even if he wanted to.
     
    “You’re a good chick, aren’t you?” By the
tone of his voice, she could tell he was heavily invested to drugs and other
illegal substances.
     
    “Here. Take my purse and leave,” she
negotiated.
     
    The man spat in the gutter. “I will. But
first, I have to make sure you can’t sing a note to the cops–”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “Shh… this will feel like a bite of an ant.
Trust me,” he grinned creepily.
     
    As the criminal jumped over her with his
knife pointing at her, Emily raised her feet to stop him and cover her face
with her purse. Her heart pumped violently, not knowing where this scene could
lead. Hopefully not to her grave. Or else, grandma would have to go to a rest
home. Alone.
     
    “Aaargh… Get off me. Help…” she screamed at
the top of her voice.
     
    The man covered her mouth with his fist. To
her defence, Emily bit his hand so hard that he thought she cut a piece of his
hand. The criminal pulled away. But she wondered how he did so with such
incredible speed. Then, she parted the doors of her eyes and witnessed
something she’d only seen in movies. Something that did not quite fit in to
this world.
     
    Her jaw dropped while her eyes bulged out
in utter disbelief. “W-what the hell is that?” she stuttered, completely blown
away with what she was seeing.
     
    Could this be true? Am I dreaming? No…
     
    “Help. Help. Help…” the man begged, but no
one came to his aid.
     
    Out of sympathy, Emily grabbed her purse
and began hitting the monster. The brute’s height was well over six feet and
his figure stood proudly with strong muscles and bulging biceps, chest, and
thighs. Its entire body covered with brown furs. By the looks of it, Emily
likened it to a bear.
     
    “Get off him. Let him go! Help…” she
screamed, refusing to escape despite the fact that the criminal almost murdered
her, and yet she still wanted to save him regardless of the fact she was now
putting her life on the line.
     
    The bear gazed at her. One thing that
struck Emily was his hazel eyes, which screamed of his intention. The bear’s visage
looked innocuous, but still she wouldn’t let him fool her into thinking he was
good. How could a monster appear so attractive? While at the same time scary?
     
    “Get a rock and strike him in the head,”
the