Married to the ruthless billionaire

CHAPTER 1

EMILY'S POV.

My heart was already in my hand by now. My sweaty folded palms did nothing to decrease its fast palpitations. My heart was beating so fast; I was so scared, not because I did anything bad but because I knew how much my father was relying on my step-sister and I to win this contract.

I spent weeks and endless hours preparing my presentations. I watched as my step sister, Samantha, started her presentation effortlessly. I just hope I wouldn't forget everything I prepared. It would be a total waste of time.

Just when I was still pondering over how easy I fidget and forget things were my ears more inclined to pick what Samantha was saying. How long had I been distracted? Everything Samantha was saying was my presentation! My teary gland was instantly stimulated. My vision was hazy because of the tears that already formed in my eyes.

I threw a quick glance at my dad. My heart shattered a million times as I saw the proud smile and expression my dad gave Samantha. It was even more heartbreaking when I saw the awe at which the board of directors threw at Samantha at intervals as she made valid points.

What was I going to say? I let the tears dropped freely when I recollected all it took me to gather my facts and how much it told on my daily routine. Soon, the board of directors were all applauding Samantha impressively with shock on their faces. I had prepared that presentation like it was my mission on earth.

"That was indeed powerful!" Another round of applause echoed.

"Miss Emily you can now proceed with your presentation"

Wait. What?

I was so disheveled. It was so hard to comport myself mentally and emotionally. I slowly used my handkerchief to wipe my tears and took slow steps to the projector. What the hell was I going to say!

"Good day everyone. I am Emily Donovan. Partnering with us wou-ld not.....". And that was all it took for me to break down totally. I've just embarrassed myself but I cared less. I felt so hurt and used.

"What is wrong Miss Emily?" A man asked. I gave a negative nod and ran out of the room. I went straight into the convenience and cried my pairs out. Why would she do this to me? Just why?

After tearing up for a while, I washed my face and went back. Just as I was going to twist the knob did it open revealing excited Samantha.

"We won the contract!" She jumped.

"How dare you?" I dragged her to me.

"What did I do this time?" She asked innocently. I forgot to also add that she's an innocent devil.

"You still live up to your title of being an innocent devil. How dare you steal my presentation!" I screamed crying again caring not that I had just dried my tears.

"Well, does it matter? We won the contract, didn't we?" She asked disconnecting my grip on her.

Just then, dad came out and gave Samantha a quick hug.

"I must say that I'm more impressed today than every other days" he patted her back dotingly. He freed himself from her tight embrace and faced me.

"Learn from your sister" he told me turning to Samantha again.

"This calls for a celebration!" He announced.

"And you must be there Emily" he told me and left leaving me with Samantha. After a long glare, I left her angrily.

That has always been the life I've been living. I've always been living in the shadow of my sister. She takes credit for everything without people knowing who the mastermind behind her powerful exhibitions, contents and presentations is. I would never see a reason to compete with Samantha but I had prepared this presentation to the best of my ability so that at least just this once dad would tell me he's proud of me.

I got home to prepare for the party. I don't like socialising but who am I to turn down dad's order. I grew up so lonely and reserved. After losing my mum who meant everything to me, I just couldn't bring myself to be closer to any other person. Dad remarried and his attention drifted from me to Samantha. She did everything right in his eyes and could almost be termed the 'perfect daughter'. He even displays how proud of her he is to other people making Samantha very popular.

I took a last look at myself in the mirror. Satisfied, with how I was looking I headed to the party. The loud music filled my ears immediately I got to the party. Everyone was jubilating. This was sure a big win for the company.

"Good evening everyone" dad started making everyone to get a seat.

"This party would do little or nothing to compensate you all for the relentless effort you all have put towards the growth of this company. So let's all take this as a preparation to greater achievements. I'd like to thank my admirable daughter Samantha for always proving how capable she is. Let's celebrate!"

Everyone except me cheered and got along with the rhythm of the music.

"Ma'am you care for a drink?" A bartender approached.

"A drink wouldn't be bad" I collected the wine from him and sipped slowly already feeling the rhythm of the music. Within time, I was feeling uncomfortable. It got worse.

I closed the space between my thighs tightly trying to maintain composure but it only got worse. This was torture. My entire system was on fire. What exactly was added to my drink? I was feeling so dizzy and my in between ached with immense pleasure.

"How the hell would I locate the convenience in this hotel?" I screamed within me already feelings shameful at what my emotions were already compelling me to do.

I could feel wetness all over me as I made my way through the crowd. My eyes were begging me to close it but my wetness was screaming otherwise. This was pure torture. The next thing I saw was thick darkness.

The left side of my bed hit a comfy spot and I made myself comfortable on it. I noticed another movement but I cared less about it.

"Who the hell are you?" I heard a scream.

"What?" My eyes were wide opened.

"Are you deaf? I asked who the hell you are" a green pair of eyes shouted at me.

Everything suddenly dawned on me.

I took up the bed sheet and saw blood all over.

"What the hell did you do to me?"

CHAPTER 2

EMILY'S POV.

It's so funny how I can't recollect how my night transpired between me and this pair of green eyes.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I screamed at him hitting him hard on his bare chest.

"I don't know what is going on here neither do I know who you are!" He shouted back ruffling his hair in frustration.

Immediately, my eyes was filled with tears. I had always imagined my first night as a real woman to be something I could always recall in a loving way. But here I was, finding it hard to even recall how I ended up here.

"I know I'm handsome but that does not give you the liberty to be cheap. You don't just throw yourselves on men just because they are wealthy!" He chastised me angrily his veins already overly conspicuous.

"I would have you not talk to me that way! I don't know how this happened" my once harsh voice suddenly cracked.

The man stared at me unbelievably trying to even comprehend whatever was happening.

"Rather than put all blame on me, it would be better if you try to ask yourself what you are also doing here" I told him feeling uncomfortable at the fact that I was naked.

He noticed my awkwardness and went to the door. I quickly ran to the bathroom not having the mind to take a second look at all my underwears that were all on the floor flown across each corner of the room in a way that suggests sexual ecstasy.

I took my bath freely not without thinking about how I was going to clear this whole mess. I had taken a pair of shots and t-shirt with me to the bathroom. No way I'm dressing in front of a stranger especially not one with an exceptionally appealing green eyes.

"Where the hell are you?" I heard a bang on the door.

"I'm coming" I shouted back.

I came out and met a pair of green eyes with fire. He grabbed me by the collars of the t-shirt, his grip almost chocking.

"You are such a disaster!" He screamed to my face suddenly letting go of me. I fell down to the ground feeling more dejected than pain. He immediately went over to him phone and I watched his pair darkened.

"Mother, please receive my soul" I quickly muttered a silent prayer as he charged towards me. He handed his phone over to me and I collected it, my hands shaking like I was struck with epilepsy.

My eyes nearly made its way out its sockets as I read the headlines. I took a more careful at the headlines before I stared at Mr green eyes. Lol and behold! He's Samantha's boyfriend! The one and only notorious billionaire in New York City.

"Ryan Harrington?" I said more to myself than to him.

"We need to leave this hotel immediately" he walked out on me.

Immediately we opened the door, we saw just what Ryan had been trying to avoid.

"Mr Ryan please tell us. Is she your girlfriend?" A reporter came forward.

"Mr Ryan who is the young lady to you?" Another asked.

"Does this mean that you are no longer dating Miss Samantha?"

"Bunch of losers!" Ryan cursed leading me to his car. He angrily dropped me off at my house and zoomed off angrily. This was a huge scandal to his reputation. I was still concerned about Ryan's predicament when I met Samantha's angry face.

"How dare you hoe?" She slapped me hard and gave way to tears. I suddenly became dumb. I could not even speak. What was I going to say to defend myself?

"I know you wouldn't believe me but it was all a mistake. I don't know what came over me yesterday at the party after taking a drink. I just woke up this morning and saw myself on the bed. Initially, I didn't recognise him but after seeing the headlines I knew how fuvked up the entire plot was. I'm sorry" I explained and begged Samantha who was already crying.

"I swear on my mother's grave, I would do no such thing to you" I went on my knees holding the hem of her skirt.

"Don't you dare involve my late wife in this" dad shouted at me.

"How could you do this to me? You've never failed to be a disappointment and disgrace to me. Your mother was never a hoe" he shouted angrily making me cry the more.

I couldn't even utter any statement. Even when I tried, the pain in my chest and hiccups didn't permit a statement. Samantha kicked me and ran to the stairs.

"Samantha wait!" I ran after her but she already locked the door to her room. I laid down there whimpering and begging her to open the door. The headlines was a juicy one and sure would be a hot topic for many television shows.

Dad approached me again.

"Why did you do that?" I've never seen dad that pale. I was too weak to even stand up let alone give an explanation to something that was still a mystery to me.

"How could you do this to me? To us? To the company? Is this how you could repay Samantha? Sleeping with her boyfriend?"

I was immediately filled with rage.

"Is that all you ever think of? Your company and Samantha?" I replied with a question.

"You would not talk to me like that young lady!"

"Oh Mr Donavan I would talk to you that way and much more! Ever since mum left us, you never cared for me. All you cared about was Samantha! Did I even cross your mind? Samantha this! Samantha that!" I screamed to his face anticipating a hiccup.

"I am affected by this just as the way Samantha is also. I was deflowered against my will and I don't have an iota of recollection" my tears flowed in streams. Dad's expression softened and I saw that as a good moment to walk out on him.

I just on my bed and screamed my lungs on my pillow slowly drifting to dreamland. I woke up the next day still feeling depressed and tired. I walked down the stairs to take a cup of hot coffee to my soul. Just then, the line rung.

"Hello is that Emily Donovan?"

"Yes I am"

"This is Ryan Harrington"

My heart skipped.

"Let's get married"

CHAPTER 3.

EMILY'S POV.

The entire world ended that moment. My thoughts intertwined against each other and I still could not find a reasonable one.

"Are you still there?" He asked.

"Yes I am"

"A press conference would be held in the next hour concerning the scandal. Do well to watch it. You are in this already and we both have to pay!" He hung up.

My headache just heightened and my vision became more blurry. How would I just marry a billionaire, not just a billionaire but a notorious one overnight?

I made my way to the kitchen and prepared the cup of coffee. I'm sure I must have boiled the water beyond it's degree Celsius but I cared less. The steams of the boiling water came out in a rush telling me to turn off the fire but I wasn't still satisfied.

After I was satisfied, I turned off the fire and poured the hot water into the cup. I thought the cup was going to crack but it didn't after few minor of watching it. I stirred my spoon round it slowly after adding my sugar and milk. I rushed the hot coffee down my throat making it burn sensationally. The pain was just what I wanted to feel. I needed something external that would compliment the pains I was feeling within.

"It hurts" I said to myself not knowing if it was because of what I just heard or the burn in my throat.

It was until Samantha cleared her throat I finally became aware of her presence.

"Good mor-ni-ng" I stammered and she hummed.

"I'm really......"

I wanted to apologize once again when she interrupted me.

"I'm sincerely sorry. I don't know how it all happened"

"It's all good Hun" she shoved me out of her way.

This would be so hard for me. Here was a man that loved my sister so much that he never cared about all her manipulative deeds. And here I was getting married to the same man. I took my position on the couch and fixed my attention on the screen.

I watched the conference with keen and anxiety. The questions thrown at Ryan were so manipulative that I had doubts that he could answer them intelligible. But his manipulative yet brilliant answers were to be studied.

"Does that mean you have broken up with Samantha Donovan?" He was asked.

"I have. Emily Donovan is the woman I have decided to spend the rest of my days on earth with" he replied.

"How does Miss Samantha feel about this?" Another threw a question at him.

"When it comes to matter of the heart, we all need to be firm in our decisions because I wrong decision can make one unhappy for the rest of one's life. I might have been together with Samantha for a while now and she's an amazing woman but I love Emily more. Samantha is an emotionally matured lady and she understands the entire situation"

Did he rehearse these replies?

"What is the next plan?

"I'm proposing to her tomorrow" he dropped the bombshell.

The next day, I was dressed in a blue floral gown with moderate make over on my face. He intentionally chose to propose in a very popular restaurant to make his claims more true and appealing.

His entrance to the restaurant spurred a lot of attention. He walked to me like a perfect gentleman that he is smiling. Of course, it was fake but anything to protect his image and reputation.

I stood up and he gave an eye signal requesting I stretched out my hand. I did just so and he took it into his sitting across me. He ordered a meal and we started eating. By this time, a lot of people were already taking videos of both us. Guess he saw this as a good opportunity.

His knees were already on the ground and he brought out a sparking bright diamond ring. He did not even waste time in asking the big question.

"Will you marry me?"

Those words slipped out of his mouth with great effort I could tell. Everyone in the restaurant were all standing and taking videos. Few teenagers were screaming, telling me to say yes.

"Yes" I said out loud.

The restaurants was suddenly filled with screams and cheers. I drew Ryan into my embrace as he was looking at me pathetically.

"Don't you dare!" He said in my ear.

"Just play along. They might know this was all staged if you keep giving me that look" his shoulders relaxed on me. His grip tighter.

"He gives the best hugs!" Some teenagers screamed.

We gently disengaged. Without notice, he dragged me by my waist and stared at me. I could see my blue eyes in his crystal clear green pair. I took that minute moment to take mental notes of his manliness.

"Enough of the show" he mouthed and I positioned myself well preventing a fall when he let go of my waist.

Soon, we were surrounded with lots of reporters. This was one reason why I hated the path of fame. You cannot commit any wrongdoing and not get noticed. Asides that, I would prefer a peaceful and boring life to the aches I feel all over my body and in my head.

He drove to our house and I alighted. I led him slowly to the sitting room only for us to meet pathetic Samantha.

"Sam" he called her and she ran into his embrace crying.

"Why did you do this to me?" She cried into his embrace. I really felt for her.

"I'm sorry my love. It was all a mistake"

Ryan was looking pathetic himself.

"If you had me mind you wouldn't let yourself fall into prey" she punched him hard disengaging

"Hit me all you want Sam. It would never change whatever I feel for you"

I was already getting bored of the sad romance playing before me.

"You are getting married to my step-sister and you expect me to be happy?" She backed the both of us.

"I never intended for all this to happen"

"What's the next plan?" Samantha asked.

"We'd be getting married in a fortnight" he announced and Samantha resumed crying.

"It's a contract marriage. With time, we'd be back together" he comforted her dragging her into his arms as they shared a kiss leaving me to my misery.

I would still be at the losing end.

How pathetic!