THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER

"Eleanor Harrison-Caldwell" Mr. Nathaniel Caldwell called with so much pride and admiration for his wife as they walked into their new home.

Nathaniel Caldwell, a British man,he is gifted in height and facials. Very thick and easy on the eyes. He is the CEO of the largest empire known to man in the modern age. He is, by himself, a world power. He owns 'The Caldwell Empire'. To call him a mafia leader is safe. The old money kind of wealthy is the best kind of wealthy, according to him. He is powerful, affluent, and extremely wealthy. "I don't take no for an answer" is his go-to reply because he really does not. And the best part, if you ask me, is that he is self-made.

As he stood in his mighty mansion, maid servants flocked to the area, trembling in his presence. Everyone walks on eggshells and thin lines around Nathaniel Caldwell. Everyone except Eleanor. Eleanor Harrison-Caldwell, his newlywed wife.

He met Eleanor at a business event about three years ago and was instantly captivated by her mesmerizing voice and rare intelligence. She was like something he had never seen before. To him, she was a new discovery specially created for him.

Eleanor is a very elegant woman in her early twenties. Her beauty could not be measured. Eleanor is American and grew up there. She was made with a large heart of gold. Her soft expressions made her even more appealing. She is tall and always very composed. She always looked clean and pleasant. Purposeful and focused in her steps, her brilliance is always noticed by everyone wherever she goes. If perfect was a person, it would be Eleanor.

"Here we are, my princess. Your new home." Nathaniel's deep voice echoed. Eleanor smiled at him. Her perfect set of white teeth beamed so radiantly, it was hard not to look.

They complimented each other so much that their relationship was envied by all who wanted what they had. And even all who wanted them. Nathaniel and Eleanor are so good-looking, everyone wants them.

Eleanor did not grow up rich, but she was hardworking and had already mastered the art of moving on and taking care of herself. Just like she did when her dad left that night when he thought no one was watching. She was too young to understand, but as she grew up, she watched her mother struggle to fend for a family of five because she was the first of four siblings. She promised herself that no man would ever do that to her.

"Shall we?" Eleanor asked, looking at Nathaniel as she stretched her hand in the embrace of his large palm.

"Yes, my princess," he laughed in response.

As they walked according to the directions Nathaniel was giving, Eleanor could not help but admire the entirety of her new abode. She smiled internally, very happy that Nathaniel had crossed her path.

"It's beautiful, I know. I designed it myself, you know?" Nathaniel smiled, looking at Eleanor, as she scanned the whole place with her large, beautiful eyes.

"You designed it? Really?" She smiled, looking at Nathaniel, like she didn't believe him. She didn't.

"Your tone tells me you don't believe me. I really did." Nathaniel's voice became soft, begging her to believe him.

"It's fine, baby; I believe you." Eleanor said, stretching to kiss Nathaniel's hairy cheeks.

"Thank you," he said, very proud of himself.

"Nathan, you really built yourself a palace." Eleanor blurted out as they got to the master's bedroom's door.

"It's massive, isn't it?" He smirked with evident pride.

"You!" He suddenly shouted as a maid passed.

"Open this door!" He firmly ordered

The maid servant, Polly, opened the door with the last strength in her vessel and stood aside breathlessly as Nathaniel and Eleanor walked into their bedroom.

Eleanor stopped at the doorpost, tapped Polly's shoulder, and smiled at her in appreciation. Polly bowed and left. Eleanor became a princess over night.

"That's the bathroom, and that's the bed." Nathaniel pointed out the obvious.

"Oh my bad, I didn't notice." Eleanor laughed with loud sarcasm.

"This is where all the magic is going to happen," he said in a lowered tone, lifting her up and gently placing her on the bed.

"What magic?" She asked maliciously, arms and legs wrapped around Nathaniel.

He gently let go of her on the bed, got down on his knees, and placed his hands on her fleshy hips. Looking up at her, he whispered,

"Wanna find out?"

He carefully took off her shoes, and she opened her legs wider, causing her dress to fall on her face.

"Good girl," he whispered, slowly burying his head deep between her thighs.

"Fuck!" she moaned, trying to control her shaking legs.

"I love your scent, mama."

His talking into her made her shake and stifle more loud moans than she thought.

"Nathannnnnn"

"Shhhhhh," he ordered as his tongue worked its way to her clitoral area.

"Ahhhh fuckkk"

He went from licking to nipping to harshly sucking, then thrusting in and out, then stroking. His tongue did it all.

"You want more?" Nathan asked, lifting his head and replacing his tongue with his index finger, slowly thrusting her clitoral area. Clearly driving her insane.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, please, yes." Eleanor was shaking with her eyes behind her head.

"Faster pleaseee... I'm so close. Please,please." She begged, like her life depended on his touch. At this moment, it does.

"Not now," he suddenly said, withdrawing his finger and licking it.

"God, please, Nathannn, fuck me right now, please." She kept begging, replacing his finger with hers.

"Don't touch yourself," he ordered, bending down. He started kissing everywhere and everything between her thighs. He went faster and faster until she exploded in his face.

"Good girl"His licking her up made her grip the sheets even tighter than before.

"That was amazing." She smiled from ear to ear, breathing hard with pointy nipples.

"That's a glimpse of the magic, my love. The real magic is down there," he smirked.

"You are so fucking good." Eleanor clearly could not contain her excitement. She saw stars while her cum was licked by a billionaire. This is her type of night.

"You'll be..." Nathan was interrupted by the ringtone of his phone.

"Please give me a second love. It's a business call." He gestured to Eleanor as he answered the call.

"Talk," he said, and he kept quiet as the caller began.

After a few seconds, his countenance changed. He suddenly looked angry. He looked like the devilish mafia leader he is.

"There is no way in hell that is going to happen, and I don't give a fuck who dies." He hung up, looking tensed and furious all at once.

"Is everything okay?" Eleanor slowly asked in a dim tone. Not sure why, but she was scared.

"Yes," he replied sharply, throwing his phone on the bed and walking into the bathroom without uttering another word.

"What the hell is wrong with him all of a sudden?"

Eleanor waited a while, but when Nathan still didn't come out, she grabbed his phone to check what had gone wrong. The screen of the phone brightened as a much more horrifying text came in.

"She's not stepping down. She has already killed one of our men as we speak. There's no way out."

"What!" She shouted, throwing the phone at the bed. Maybe she shouldn't have checked his phone? Because now she can't contain her shock and fear.

"Death? Nathan?" She was lost in her own head when Nathan suddenly showed up from the bathroom. Speak of the devil, and the devil shows up, they said.

"Nathan, what's going on?" Eleanor was now trembling with fear and anxiety.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, dabbing his wet face with a nearby towel.

"Who the fuck is not stepping down, and who died? Nathan, what is going on?" She asked, raising her voice at Nathan as he stood there, confused.

"Died?" He rushed and grabbed his phone. It can't be what he's thinking. No! Oh hell no!

He opened his phone and tapped on the 'unopened message' notification.

"She's not stepping down. She has already killed one of our men as we speak. There's no way out."He slowly read the text again. A scary rage rose in his eyes.

He dialed a number, and the call started on the first ring.

"She killed him? What were you doing when she killed him?!" He shouted, throwing every glass in his sight to the floor.

"Nathan!!" Eleanor shouted, looking at the shattered glass on the floor. The fear and apt shock in her voice hung thick in the air. The atmosphere became dense and uneasy, and the smiles disappeared in a flash.

"I don't want to hear it! Do you hear me? Figure it out or else!" With that, he hung up, breathing heavily.

"What the hell is happening, Nathan?" Anxiety mixed with panic and left Eleanor with nothing but twisted guts and sweaty palms.

"Shut up for a second!"

Eleanor froze. Did he just yell at her?

Eleanor could not believe what just happened, and apparently neither could Nathaniel.

"No, I didn't mean that. Eleanor, listen." Nathaniel tried begging, but Eleanor couldn't care any less than she already does.

"Excuse me," she bluntly replied, pushing her way through his grip on her elbow to the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

"Baby, please listen to me... Eleanor I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to yell at you, please." Nathaniel kept pushing his luck with Eleanor.

Eleanor said nothing. Heavy silence fell.

"I'll explain to you what happened. I'll tell you what's happening. Please just answer me. I'm sorry, please."

I guess he pushed the right button with those words because Eleanor unlocked the door immediately and walked right past him to the bed.

She sat on the bed, undressing herself without saying a word.

"Her name is Victoria." Nathaniel began.

"Who?"

"Victoria Chanel, the woman who killed one of my men." He stopped expecting a reply but got none.

Eleanor stood up, grabbed her towel from its hanger, wrapped her naked body, and sat back down in silence.

"She promised to end everything that has to do with me. She's my ex, and we broke things off in high school.

"You are literally almost thirty, and your high school ex-girlfriend is still in your business till now?" Eleanor finally spoke.

"It's very complicated."

"If you're not going to explain, please let me know; I want to sleep!" Eleanor snapped, clearly dissatisfied with Nathaniel's suspenseful story.

"Her parents are rich. She grew up very rich. So back then, she liked me, but I didn't like her back, but she wouldn't leave me alone. He trailed off a bit.

"So what?" Eleanor asked, getting wrapped up in his tales once again.

"So I dated her for her money because I was broke as fuck back then, and now she wants revenge, and she's trying to acquire my entire empire, and I don't know what to do." Nathaniel concluded.

He sat down, looking helpless. Staring into Eleanor's eyes, his eyes searched hers. passionately looking for a reply.

"So your ex is your karma because your stupid ass decided to date for money? So you basically just used her?" Eleanor's confusion was louder than a bomb.

"Exactly... I'm very sorry I yelled at you. I was just tensed, and I didn't know what I was thinking." He spoke calmly.

"So what are you going to do about the man who died?"

"Nothing." Nathaniel shrugged, looking very carefree.

"What do you mean 'nothing'? Doesn't he have a family or people who depend on him?" Eleanor was shocked at how nonchalant Nathaniel was about a person's life.

"No, all my men are single."

"So what? Doesn't he have parents?"

"Would you believe if I told you literally 90 percent of them are orphans? picked them up from the streets," Nathaniel said, smiling proudly.

"Whatever"

Just as the conversation was getting light and good, Nathaniel's phone rang. He answered the call on the second ring and put the call on speaker.

"Yes..." Nathaniel replied to the call.

"Nathaniel Caldwell," a lady's voice echoed from the phone.

"If you want Rohan, Tyler, Chris, and Henry alive by tomorrow, you had better step down because their lives depend on your decision." The lady said it coldly.

"Who is this?"

"I'm not here for a conversation, mister! Do as you are told and act as fast as you can. You have 30 hours left. The lady said that and hung up.

"You see what I'm saying! Who the fuck was that now?" Eleanor shouted in sheer panic.

"Give me a second." Nathaniel sounded anxious. He was clearly scared, but he covered it up well. His sweat dripping on his bare chest as he was panting made him look all the more handsome to Eleanor, but now isn't the time to admire him. He dialed a number on his phone, and the call started on the first ring.

"Where's Rohan?" Nathaniel asked.

"He is missing."

"How many men are missing?"

"Four men, sir."

Nathaniel hung up immediately.

"It's our wedding night for fuck sake, man. What is happening?" Eleanor shouted angrily.

"If I knew, I would have told you."

Eleanor couldn't do it anymore. She stood up, walked to her large walk-in closet, and grabbed a black plain tee and gray sweatpants. She walked out, walking straight to the bathroom. She slammed the bathroom door shut for the second time tonight.

Nathaniel, on the other hand, looked all the more lost and tired. He checked his phone for the time, and it was quarter past midnight.

"Babe..." Nathaniel called softly, trying to get Eleanor's attention.

"What do you want?" Eleanor shouted back through the noise of the shower running.

"I was making sure you're not upset?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" She shouted back at him and tuned out.

Eleanor has always been an overthinker, but Nathaniel just made everything worse!So he actually dated a woman for her money?What if he was using her as well? He always commented and complimented her intelligence, so what if he was just using her to expand his so-called empire?No! He can't be like her dad! No!

"Why are you talking to yourself?" Nathaniel laughed from outside.

"None of your business, Nathaniel!" She shouted back.

"I have to go out real quick, babe!" Nathaniel shouted, knocking on the bathroom door.

Eleanor turned off the shower. What did he just say?

"What did you say?"

"I have to go out real quick," he repeated.

"At this time? Really?"

"I won't stay for that long... I'll be right back before you know I'm gone, I promise!"

"Whatever"