Clara Harriett Jonas Ferdinand is a rich princess who thinks that money and power can buy anything, however, that changes when she kisses an unknown man, Killian Harris. And now, she wants no one else but him as her man. But he doesn't agree, so, what to do? Simple, just buy him. Or so she thought. The problem is, Killian can't be bought by money or power, his love is hard to get since he's preoccupied with his work. Clara now has to work as his secretary to make him fall for her and also to get out of her not-so-perfect average life but, can she really make the workaholic man taste the feeling of love when he is so dense in that section? Only her efforts will tell. [Third book of 'The Revenge Begins' series. A spin off of 'The Hot Mess' and can be read as a stand alone book]
The aroma of coffee hit my nose and even if I wanted to have my meal in a good mood, I couldn't.
The atmosphere here was different than in my country. It was busier and more populated than my home and also more dusty. There were too many routes and streets that I almost lost three times to reach here. And it took me a whole day to come here without my bodyguard.
It was a marvelous cafeteria where I was seated. It was decorated in a vintage theme. The antiques, the curtains, even the wallpaper of the walls gave off old vibes but it was built just a year ago.
By the famous multi billionaire, Mathew Watson.
And I was here for a business deal.
However, right now, I couldn't even concentrate on the deal anymore as my stomach boiled in anger.
I fisted my palms as my eyes fell on a certain person.
Daniel Fredrickson...
I was betrothed to him and we had a marriage in two months, but he was just in front of me with another girl in his arms.
With Lola.
Well, she was just a peasant not from any royal bloodline and not even a daughter of any famous businessman. She was a maid!
I couldn't believe what my dad would say if he saw Daniel like this. Well, it's not like I cared much since it was his idea to get me married with his business partner's son.
The thing I was angry about was not because I loved him, I was angry that we were going to get married yet he was shamelessly kissing Lola in a cafeteria outside of our country! He had the nerve to cheat on me and he thought if he had come with his maid, nobody would know in our home.
Did he think about my reputation even?!
Oh! Well, when did he ever think of any of our reputation?
It wasn't the first time I caught him with a girl. Lola was just another one of his list. I just didn't bother before but now I was serious!
I was just mad that even when I didn't want to marry a person like him, I had no choice!
His dad had a good political influence in Europe thus, my dad wanted to strengthen his feet in his mayor's seat so, this was a beneficial marriage.
Without love.
And I had to marry him even when I didn't love him. I didn't want to be in a loveless marriage...
I stood up as I had enough of his shit!
Daniel Fredrickson was a jerk! And I wanted to tell him that on his face!
I went with the hot coffee mug of mine and reached their table.
They were so in love that they didn't even see me standing near them.
I coughed.
Daniel said, without looking at me, "No. We don't need any more orders, we are fine."
I scowled. Did he think I was a waitress or something!
I was wearing an elegant, branded, expensive dress that even he couldn't afford.
I coughed again but they were sitting, hands in hands, gazing at each other's eyes. He batted his eyelashes and she batted hers.
She giggled and said, "Danieee... stop looking at me like that I am...I'm shy..."
He said with a gentle voice, "No... If I don't look at you, how am I able to carve you in my memories."
I cringed.
Ew! I was one step closer to puke on them but I resisted.
Was that how cringey love was!
Damn! Then I don't want to fall in love!
Seriously, who needs love when you have money?
So, I am Clara Harriett Jonas Ferdinand, a princess from Europe. Well, in this era, we didn't have any patriarchal society nor the power but because of our wealth from our ancestors, we were now into businesses.
Especially the hotel businesses and my father wanted to come, meet the famous and popular hotel owner, who had a lot of luxury hotels all over the world, Mathew Watson!
However, I heard that he had to cancel the meeting because his wife got sick. I saw in the news that she was pregnant.
I sighed. What a beautiful fairytale...
But who believed in fairytales?
Certainly, I didn't want any fairytale.
Everyone wanted money, that included me as well. Money could buy everything yet they say, money is not going to make you happy and money certainly can't buy love.
Hah! I can pretty much see how money can buy a love...
Daniel didn't love me but what he did love was money. And because of that he wanted to marry me because even if they were powerful, we were rich.
The Fredricksons wanted our wealth and we wanted their power. That's exactly how a relationship is made.
My uncles, cousins, everyone was in politics and also we had a group of companies so, he needed money while my dad needed his support to become the mayor.
It was a good deal but I still didn't want to be the martyr in this alliance...
So, when Daniel and Lola weren't really giving me much attention, I splashed the coffee at their faces to get their attention.
Daniel cursed, "The hell!"
They looked at my way and froze as I raised a brow and crossed my hands above my chest.
"Err... Clara... It's-it's not what you think it is." He said and gave me a worried smile.
I asked looking at their still attached arms, "Really?"
He pushed her away and said, "We were just...um."
I smiled and said, "You were just kissing each other, hovering over each other in a very poor and unholy way and you were even saying those beautiful lines to her and that's nothing... I get it."
Lola and he both were frozen already but now they were red.
He stood up to make me feel inferior and said with an angry voice, "You didn't have to listen to us then!"
I looked at my nails and blew at it as I said, "Oh believe me, I don't want to puke by hearing your cheeky words regarding love."
And he scoffed, "Of course. You only listen where money talks."
I looked at him and caught his tie as I yanked him toward me, I grinned. "Listen, Daniel, you love money as much as I do. Isn't that the reason your daddy arranged for you to marry me?"
His face now became red with anger and he hissed, "Believe me, I never wanted to marry a girl like you."
I said, giving him a lazy gaze, "Oh... Daniel, I don't care what you do but I don't like to be cheated. Like I didn't cheat. Get your relationship over with this or I will tell our dads."
And he glared at me, "So, you are here to blackmail me!"
I scoffed and asked, "Do I look like I was blackmailing you?"
He growled, "Just what do you think of yourself? You filthy bratty girl! I don't want to marry a girl who keeps bossing everyone around and has so many complaints about everything and thinks of herself as if she was born a queen!"
He slapped away my hand and I nearly yelped at it because I had done my nails just yesterday!
He continued, "I'm done with this and you know what, I will go tell my dad by my own mouth!"
I looked at him in disbelief. He seriously wasn't going to call off the wedding, would he? I mean I had everything he needed.
I didn't know but I felt a little hurt as he said those words.
Well, I was bossy because I am a father's Princess after all. Why can't I be a little bossy and why do I need to always lower my head just because he will be my husband?!
I hated this particular social norm where I would have to obey them. But my dad never taught me to lower my head.
I growled and said, "Fine then! Go tell them because I was going to call off this marriage anyway!"
He mocked, "And who do you think will marry you? No one will marry a girl this domineering!"
And I said, "Every man would marry me if I give them a chance."
He challenged, "Fine! Then let's see if there is any man who can tolerate you."
Why won't a man tolerate me? I was rich, beautiful, had class and I knew how to crack deals! I was perfect. I was a perfect business woman.
I argued back, "There are so many men who can handle me but you are just incapable. No! You just don't have it in you."
He smiled wickedly, "If you have it in you then why don't we see if any man will ever accept you. Wait! How about we see it now?"
I looked at him with confused eyes as he challenged, "Whoever comes in from that door, you have to marry that man. Let's see if you can make that happen with your big talks."
I gave him a glare and looked at the door of the cafeteria.
I gulped and prayed that it wasn't someone who was already married or an old hag.
But to my surprise, a man in a suit and trousers entered. He had a bluetooth attached to his left ear and he was talking to someone.
But he was damn handsome and more manly than Daniel!
He had high cheekbones, strong legs and broad shoulders. He looked like a perfect man in the world that my heart fluttered just by looking at him.
I started to advance toward him with my heart beating loudly in my chest.
He was saying, "Okay, Soph! I will look for a secretary, alright! I'm not that tired!"
And I came near as he looked down at me and our eyes met. He had beautiful blue eyes and black hair.
I was wearing heels yet I reached only to his shoulders as I looked up and caught his collars.
His eyes widened as he was about to ask, "Um... Excus-"
But before he could say anything, I tugged his collar down and stood on my toes before crashing my lips on his lips.
When Stella's boyfriend, Mathew cheats on her and not only that he dumps her brutally, she goes away with a broken heart and a broken life, unable to trust anyone anymore. She swears never to return to him and never see his face again. Now after 9 years, when her father makes an arrange marriage with his friend's son, she somehow ends up with Mathew Watson again. He is now ever handsome than before and the paparazzi says he is a womanizer, changing women like shirts. Old sparks fly in her heart but there are some pain still left. The wounds of humiliation has never gone and she vows to get revenge for breaking her heart. In the same city, City of Brookfield, another one was struggling with her one sided love for Mathew, Sophia Harris. She is a hard working woman and determined to make her brother's company a hit. However, when she met with Tony Wilson, a playboy for a deal. She ended up being entangled with him in a sinful relationship. Now she has only one choice, to give herself to the playboy of Brookfield for the sake of her brother's company. Series book of The revenge begins and The Hot mess. If my dear readers who have unlocked these paid chapters before can choose to read from the original books.
"We should stop doing this," I said. "Stop doing what?" He asked, raising a brow. "Screwing around each other. It will hurt Kelly!" "Or, you are scared to find out what you truly desire..." He raised a brow as he took a step forward, making me take a step back. "No, I don't." I tried to sound confident but he smirked at me and asked, "Oh, are you really?" I asked, "Aren't you guilty that you are breaking your bro code?" "I have already broken it and I regret nothing... Oh! Are you regretting it now?" "No..." I said but he cupped my chin and lifted it up and said, "I can read you like an open book, Sophia. You are so regretful that you don't wanna do this anymore but..." His hand sneaked inside my skirt as I moaned, "But your body wants it so badly..." I hated to admit it but he was right. I couldn't hold myself when he was near. It felt like he had some spell on me and I was chained down by him. And the worst of all, he knew it. He knew so well that he held a power over me. I looked away as a sinister grin played on his lips, "I know what you want and I know how to make you beg for it." He added another digit as I whimpered, "I love how you are scared yet you don't want to admit it. I love your body when it flinches at my single touch. You made me so addicted to you, Sophia that being regretful is not an option anymore." I looked into his eyes as his breath fell on me, now our face were so close that I almost felt intimidated by him. He said, "We both are in this hot mess together and you can't run now, Sophia. You can't run away from me." * * * Tony and Sophia are polar opposite in every aspect. Where Sophia is a hardworking woman determined to make her brother's company a hit, Tony is just a playboy playing around with every famous actress's or model's heart. Sophie is composed, workaholic and heart broken from an unrequited love from her past while Tony has never loved any woman in his entire life. After all, you can love every woman equally, why go for only one? He is a mess. A handsome mess and has only one desire to warm his bed with different woman every other day. He has money, fame and everything a guy could wish for. What happens when a lady killer, rich, spoilt billionaire who only wants to warm his bed in exchange of a simple contract? The contract which can become a great asset for Sophia's brother's company. Is it worth giving her body to her brother's one of the best buddies for her brother's company? [Spin off of The Revenge Begins]
26-years-old Stacy Cyrus is living her life in a very normal way: working in a small newspaper company as an editor, feeding her stray cat occasionally, indulging herself in reading books and going to the nearest cafe for her favorite strawberry cakes. Until one day her roommate, Mikaela pleads with her to help in her job in a royal suite. All she needs to do is wear a good dress, put on some make up and wait until Mikaela comes. But what she didn't sign up for is an handsome, tall man to appear in the room with a stone-cold face demanding her to strip.
When Stella's boyfriend, Mathew cheats on her and not only that he dumps her brutally, she goes away with a broken heart and a broken life, unable to trust anyone anymore. She swears never to return to him and never see his face again. Now after 9 years, when her father makes an arrange marriage with his friend's son, she somehow ends up with Mathew Watson again. He is now ever handsome than before and the paparazzi says he is a womanizer, changing women like shirts. Old sparks fly in her heart but there are some pain still left. The wounds of humiliation has never gone and she vows to get revenge for breaking her heart.
She had to marry an unknown man because her father wanted nothing more than to lift his burdens. Her father's first wife's daughters were married off to very prestigious men but in her case, it was different though she never cared for that. she never wanted privilege or wealth. All she wanted was a man who will love her for who she was. This man was rather mysterious for her. On her way of living with her mysterious husband, she came to know many unknown facts about him. Can she handle this mysterious man and fall in love with him?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”
To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancé, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Clayton’s side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Clayton’s upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. “Clayton, this is truly the end,” she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. “Yvonne, please, don’t go through with it. Don’t marry him.”
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.