Billionaire's Destined Wife

POV: Lucian Davis

I am Lucian and I'm one of the biggest Artist and multi-business CEO's around. My parents were into business and they own other multiple businesses. Simply put, I have lived my life in wealth.

"Young master. You have to come out for breakfast." I heard the head maid say from behind the door and I sighed tiredly.

Breakfast with my parents was a nightmare, and I know fully well, what they probably wanted to talk about.

"I will be with you in a short while." I said and I heard slight sounds of her footsteps fading away. I came down from the bed and sauntered slowly into my bathroom.

Huge and dark Black is type of decor. I loved being in the dark as it granted me solitude. It was my safe haven. So it was no wonder why, I had my room and bathroom designed with Black, decor. I reached out to the sink and spurted on my hands, from the tube of my face wash and washed my face.

I finished taking my bath and sauntered out of my bedroom, wore my suit, and went down to the breakfast table.

"I have told you multiple times, never to delay me when I want to have breakfast, son. It makes me edgy." My father said as I walked into the dining room.

"Morning to you too, Father. You know, I always take a bath before breakfast and dinner." I said, pulling out a seat to seat on.

"Just like your mother, a clean freak." He said and I heard Mother Chuckle.

"Unlike you, my son knows the intricacies of cleanliness." Mom said and rubbed my back a bit.

"Morning Mother." I said and kissed her palm.

"Morning, my boy. I trust you had a good night sleep?" Mother asked as she placed pancakes in front of me.

"Yes, yes. I worked till mid night, but I had a short rest, and I feel energized." I said and cut up the pancake into pieces with my fork and Knife.

"And I assume you have a hectic work at the office today?" Father asked he sipped his coffee. One would think that he and I had a very good relationship, seeing how we constantly threw jabs at each other.

But our relationship was sour. And it was because of the one thing that children of Conglomerates have to bear. Marriage.

I was not a person who wanted to have commitments to a woman. Not yet. I wasn't even a fan of having kids.

Maybe it was because I was hung up on her. You know the strange girl I saw in my dreams. She was a beautiful young girl, one that had the heartstrings on my heart pulled, each time I saw her face in my dream. I constantly try to remember who she might be, I couldn't pin it. Most of the friends I had now, I had them since childhood, so I could remember the faces of them all, how they looked like when they were young..

And she was not amongst them. It was weird, worrisome, and felt ominous. Like there was something about her, that might be hidden somewhere in the memories that I had lost.

Yeah, I had a severe fall, and I lost memories when I was much younger. Sometimes, I like to think that fate, would bring her to me. Someday, some time.

"What are you thinking about, seeing you pick at your breakfast?" Mother asked and I veered away from my thoughts.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking of the new apprentice that would be coming into the studio for training sessions." I said and Father grunted.

"Have told you, to leave this art of a thing and remain in the business, where you are supposed to be." He said and I sighed internally.

Being an artist, was another reason why my Father and I's relationship had soured and rotten. I had always been an artist. When I was 19 years old, Father sent me to united states to study Business management, but I changed and studied art, When I returned home two years later with a BA degree in art, Father went mad with Fury and rage, and threw a statue at me, drawing blood from my head and giving me a minor scar, One hidden by my hair.

"You and I agreed that you would stay out of my business with my art publication and all, if I stayed away from the spotlight as a famous artist and only publish my designs on my gallery. We agreed that I would take over your company, and you would let me do as I please with my passion. I do not need to remind you, do I?" I said, eating a piece of pancake and I could feel my father's glare.

"I told you before that art is only for losers. People who do not have things to do for themselves but have wanton dreams, that is who art is for." Father said and I slammed my fork down on the table.

"drawing is what most people do for hobbies, as passion. I doubt you'd understand what that is, Father, because you constantly stuck your head in your work. So much so, that you were not there even when I woke after surgery, after that accident when I was eleven years old." I said angrily and the whole dining room went silent.

"Lucian, darling. Not that again, pleases." Mother said and I closed my eyes and sighed.

"I was working so that your future would be secured." Father said and I glared at him.

"Well, Father, my Future is settled now. You have worked hard, so much so that three more generations would enjoy the wealth you worked so hard for. But I am a believer in doing your own work, and that is what I am doing. I love designing and drawing, and that is why I am doing it. I'm not lazy and I do not have wanton dreams. Do not think that people who have wanton dreams are lazy. They are humans, like we are and it is okay to have wanton dreams." I said and Father glared at me, but said nothing.

"Well, if that'll be all. I'll take my leave now." I said and stood up.

"Lucian." Mother said and I shook my head.

"Not now Mother." I said and she sat down back, glaring at Father.

"Make sure you are home tonight. We have guests." Father said and I gave him a look.

"What guests?" I asked.

"The family of your future bride."

POV: Joan Taylor

"Joan!" I rolled on the bed lazily and sleepy as.

I stayed awake watching the virtual concert of Mike Rears, a renowned musician. Sleepy as, I heard the door bang again.

"Oh boy." I muttered as I stood up from the bed.

"Joan, come out." I heard the landlord's voice and my eyes cleared off the sleep. Oh shit. The landlord was here. Owing him a lot of money was not something I willing wanted to do, but I had no choice but to do it. I mean, where a struggling singer like me can, get money for an apartment.

I can't let the landlord know I'm in here. Play dead. I said to myself and lay as quietly as I could on the couch. I stayed still for 40 minutes and when I was sure the landlord had left my door, I crept to the door and opened it. A bunch of envelopes fell off the door hinge.

"Darned mail man. I have told him several times not to drop my envelopes in the door hinge, but he never listens." I said to myself and picked the envelopes from the floor. I closed the door and sorted my mail out.

Ugh, all of it was just Bills. Water bills, light bills, school loan reminder. All sorts of bills. Yup, welcome to my life. I'm Joan Taylor and my life is one big mess. My phone began to ring out loudly.

"Shit. What's the loudness?" I murmured. Hearing the loud ringtone of my phone gives me the creeps, makes me anxious. It was just my very close Friend, Skyler.

"Hey Skyler. What's up?" I asked as I swiped the receiver button on the phone, as I pressed it to my ear, while I rummaged my locker for something to eat.

"Hey girl. I just got a call from my studio manager friend. He said your studio session would be in an hour. So you should get ready." She said and I paused.

"Are For real? He's willing to give me a free studio session?" I asked as I threw a spoonful of cereals into my mouth.

"Yes he is willing to So get ready and go to the studio. I'll text you the address." She said and I smiled.

"Thanks baby girl. I'll go get ready." I said.

"I' guessing you are eating Oreo cereals and Milk?" She asked and I laughed.

"How'd you know?" I asked as I continued to crunch on what I was eating.

"I just know. Cause you only ever eat few things. Fruit salad, Normal Salads, Burritos, Burgers, French fries and chicken, Pizza and Cereal." She said, and I heard a bit of accusing tone.

"Well, that's what my money can afford, Girl. I don't have money to maintain Gas bills, so I can't cook." I said and put another spoon of cereals in my mouth.

"Is that so? Then come over to my place at least three times a week, let me feed your ass." She said and switched on what sounded like a washing machine.

"So your weird boyfriend can give me a weird look? Nah, thanks. I'll make do with what I have, I won't fall ill. I know that." I said and put another spoon of cereals in my mouth.

"He won't. Come on, Liam isn't like that. You're just being unnecessary paranoid." She defended and I gave a slight nod.

"I have heard you, text me the address. I got to go now. Bye, I love you." I said.

"Don't forget to text me how it went. You can come over to my studio after the whole session, before you go to your part time evening job." She said and I clicked my tongue.

"Okay. Once I'm done, I'll give you a call. Bye love." I said and ended the call. I rushed my cereals and cleaned up the house a bit before boarding a taxi to the Studio.

It was located in a weird area, but it kind of stood out, seeing it was painted with light color's and all. I heaved hopefully and entered the studio.

"Hello. Good morning." I said to the lady seated at the table. She was chewing bubble gum, and had air-pods plugged in her ears. "Hello?" I said and tapped the table lightly.

She looked up at me, and gave a me a side glance. "You are?" She asked.

"I am Joan. I am Skyler's friend and I was told that I had an appointment with James?" I said and she looked at me.

"Well, give a minute. I need to confirm it from James, He didn't give me any prior information." She said and walked into this hidden place of the studio. The whole place looked shady.

And I was not comfortable in anyway. It gave the look of a motel, and I could smell the strong stench of weed coming from inside. Perhaps, I should just end the whole thing and go home.

But it was a rare opportunity, given the fact that I was penniless and was saving my little cents for a better recording at the Famous SK studio. I could begin from here and make do with little promotions, while I save up to get records at the SK studio. I sighed and sat down, rehearsing from my notebook, my song.

"Hello there, Joan." I heard and I stood up immediately, coming face to face with a tall guy, I was assuming was James.

"Hello..." I said, waiting for him to confirm his identity.

"Oh Gilbert. James is not in at the moment, but he asked me to do the recording for you. I heard he is friends with Skyler and Liam, who happened to be your Friend." Gilbert said and I nodded.

"That is quite correct." I managed. He wasn't James, and he smelt of weed and cigarettes. I know singers are not exactly allowed to use Cigarettes as It could spoil their singing prowess and that has nothing to do with the producers, but his was quite obvious that he was an addict.

"Well shall we?" He said, pointing towards the inner room, and I entered, saying some silent prayers. He led me to a room, with a bed and I looked at him confused.

"We surely do not use Beds to record music, do we?" I asked and he stared at me.

"We do not. We use beds for something else." He said and gave a shrewd smile. A smile I didn't like one bit.

"Whatever that is, I am not interested, Mr. Gilbert. I came for music recording and that I want to do. Take me to the recording room." I said strongly and he chuckled.

"That would be done. But not before you satisfy me. You are a very beautiful, young woman, you know that?" He asked, dragging a finger down my body, and he grabbed my boobs hard, so painfully I flinched in pain in anger.

Just what had I gotten myself into?

POV: Joan Taylor.

I swallowed painfully as I struggled to release myself from his grip. I pushed myself away and walked towards the door, I noticed was now locked.

"You can't go anywhere. You need to satisfy me, if you want your music recorded. I mean, this is the music industry, and what do you expect? In this industry, you use what you have to get what you want." He said and I glared at him, still wincing at the pain I felt in my breasts.

"I was told that this was a free session." I said and he laughed.

"Nobody does a studio session for free. Maybe James, but not me. I had seen your picture prior, and I saw that you are such a beautiful young woman. So I decided that since I was not going to get paid by you, and Jake insisted that I do it, since he was not in, I could get a little bit of action from you. You know, Sexual action. I know you are not a virgin, so stop playing righteous." He said, his eyes closing, his words becoming very slurry.

I watched him with disgust and I swore at myself for not listening to my intuition.

"Is this how James works too?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No, James is quite the charity doer. He does a lot of charities that puts him in financial Jeopardy. If you as a female do not have money for studio sessions the least you can do, is pay us with your body. Is that too much to ask?" He said and I felt anger rise in my throat.

"Come here." He said and staggered towards me. I kicked him in his dick and he went crashing on the floor.

"Women are not some kind of tool created for your pleasure we Have emotions Never take advantage of a female musician ever again." I said angrily, as I sat across him on the floor and punched his face hard. I hated sexual harassment, and what he had just done reminded me of my best friend in high school, Joe.

I sighed as my anger seemed to dissipate after hitting him.

I didn't care about the fact that I might be served with a court summons for assault, and I didn't care about my music career having a bit of dent. Bastards like him needed to be taught a lesson. I looked around for a camera, and I sighed in bliss, when I saw that there was a camcorder, set on top of the Microwave, hidden so well.

I sighed again in anger as I discovered that this was this guy's hobby: Luring young musician girls into believing that everything in the entertainment world was give and take and then he would blackmail them into giving him money with their recorded videos. I took the camcorder and stuffed it into my bag, and picked the keys from his pocket. He was still alive breathing, even though I wished I could erase him from the earth.

Dicks like him do not deserve to live.

I opened the room door, and I walked out to the receptionist. "Glibert is in need of medical attention." I said and walked out.

"What did you do to him?" She asked with widened eyes, and I glared at her. She was in on it too. Probably sharing from the loot of the blackmailed girls.

"I only showed him that not all women are to be toyed with. Especially someone who has a black belt in Judo, and a very good boxer." I said and walked out, while she ran into the room. I hurriedly boarded a taxi, and urged him to drive faster.

I sighed in bliss as I arrived at my house. My phone started to ring and I saw Skyler's phone call.

"Joan where are you?" She asked and I sighed.

"Home, Skyler. You didn't tell me that Jake had jerks over there as managers." I said as I struggled out of my clothes, wanting to rid the stench of Cigarettes and his hands off of me, by getting a bath.

"You're safe, right?" She asked and I scoffed.

"I am. I beat his ass to a pulp." I said and Skyler breathed out in relief.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot to mention that Gilbert would be there, and James didn't mention that he wouldn't be around. I'm glad that he didn't force you, or anything and you're safe." She said and I nodded.

"I am safe. But he isn't. I beat him to unconsciousness. He grabbed my boob, hard and it still hurts." I said and she scoffed.

"That fucking asshole. I wish there was a way to make him pay." She said and I went silent. I contemplated telling her about the camcorder, but I decided against it, Not because she is not trust worthy or anything, but because she could tell Liam, and Liam could in turn leak it to someone who knows Gilbert, and that could be a problem for me.

"He'll pay one day." I said finally and she sighed.

"It's alright, baby girl. You should come over to my place today. Let's have chicken and coke." She said and I sighed.

"If I don't get too tired to walk, I'll come to your home. I love you, got to go." I said and ended the call. I stood naked, observing my breast in the mirror. It was red and sore, and painful. I sighed as I reached for my towel and entered the bathroom, making the shower run water all over my hair, and I washed my body slowly.

I woke up and looked at the time and decided to go to my work place. It was almost 7:30pm, and I needed to be there at 7pm.

"You're running in late." My fellow worker, Ella said and I nodded.

"Sorry, had a stupid day today. Who are they?" I asked, gesturing to the group of boys clustered.

"Famous people Clustered drunk." She said and one of the raised their hands. "I think they need more drinks. Since they are famous customers, and they seem to have girls around them, they may need more drinks. And you're here already, how about you help me serve them? I have to clean the kitchen and the cups." She said and I nodded. I walked with a pen and pad towards them.

"Well, may I have your orders please?" I asked and they looked at me. One of them stood up and stared at me licking his lips.

"Hello little lady'' Wow, you really are beauty to behold. Since you do not have plenty customers, how about you serve us, alongside with your body?" He asked and I closed my eyes in disgust.

This was the second time today. How could someone experience same thing twice a day?

"Well, this is not a strip club, and I am not a stripper. So I cannot do as you have asked. But I can get the drinks for you. Excuse me." I said and dismissed myself.

"Come on, you can do anything for us. It's not for free." He said and grabbed both of my buttocks hard.

Oh no, Oh no, I have had enough of idiots.

I slapped him hard across the face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked angrily and he looked at me angrily.

I do not mind losing my job, but someone has to teach this people that they cannot just grab a woman anyhow they like.

And that person is me.