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Tying the knot the Billionaire's Obsession

Tying the knot the Billionaire's Obsession

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Winona is on vacation with her boyfriend, ready to accept a proposal, but he betrays her by proposing to her best friend. Heartbroken, she finds herself at the altar with a complete stranger. But to her surprise, the stranger was none other than the new CEO of her workplace. Now she must figure out if his presence at work and in her life is a coincidence or a master plan. Is their love real? Or just plain deception?

Chapter 1 Leave me heartbroken

Winona point of view.

"Why did he have to do it in Europe?!" I sob, my voice cracking. I'm literally in the middle of the Eiffel tower and my boyfriend is confessing his love to my best friend.

This is supposed to be where he proposes to me. This was our romantic getaway and now my best friend and boyfriend are about to have sex in front of me.

My heart rips in half. I can't even process what's happening. I don't want to.

"I hate you," I grit out, slamming my hand against the railing. Adeline and Daxton stop kissing and look at me, both of their faces soft and sympathetic.

"I'm sorry, Win," Adeline says, tears in her eyes. "I couldn't help myself. I love him too."

I'm silent for a moment before laughing bitterly. "Love. You love him? You've known him for like 5 minutes! I've loved him my entire life!"

"I know, I'm so sorry. We were just drawn to each other." She's trying to look apologetic but I'm not buying it. She's a model. She knows how to fake it.

"Drawn to each other? You mean he saw your big ass and knew he could bang it?"

"I'm not going to let you talk about me like that. I know this hurts you, but I think you should be happy for us." She starts to get offended, her voice rising.

"Happy for you? I just spent the last few years of my life with this asshole only to have him tell me he doesn't love me anymore. I planned to marry him. I planned to give him kids and grow old together. I don't give a damn about your feelings right now. You broke my heart." I yell.

I take one last look at the two people I thought I loved and then walk away. The Eiffel Tower is supposed to be romantic but now it's just ugly. I walk through the streets of Paris and get to the airport, checking into the next plane back to America.

It's 2 am by the time I get to a hotel and I just want to sleep. I drop onto the bed and sob, my eyes burning from crying. I should have known. I should have seen the signs. Daxton had been getting cold and distant with me over the last year.

I sleep fitfully, waking up the next morning and walking down to a bar for breakfast.

The bar is quiet, filled with mostly business men that are watching football on TV. I sit on the stool and order a vodka and orange juice.

"Do you have any other flavors?" The bartender asks, looking at me questionably. I glare at him, my face wet with tears.

"Then I'll have vodka," I reply.

"That's not breakfast food," he says, looking confused.

"I don't care," I snapped. "I want it."

"Alright ma'am. I will get you the drink, but you must order something to eat."

I stare at the menu, not hungry. I finally ordered the breakfast sandwich.

The bartender drops the sandwich and a glass of vodka in front of me. I down the drink immediately, feeling my stomach warm. The bartender looks horrified.

"You might want to slow down on that. It's 7 am."

"I don't care," I say, my head buzzing slightly. "Can I please have another?" I ask, a little more polite.

He looks at me hesitantly and then nods. "Sure."

I down the second drink and order another one, feeling buzzed. I start to feel a little better, less angry and sad.

"Alright Miss, this is your last drink. You have to slow down. I'm going to cut you off if you get drunk."

I ignored him and ordered another drink. He shakes his head but hands me the drink anyway. I do it and then order another one.

I feel drunk now, my whole body is warm. I wobble a little bit in my seat, trying to stand up.

The bartender is immediately there, helping me sit back down.

"You need to go to bed. You've drunk too much," he says, shaking his head. I laugh.

"I just wanted to forget. I just wanted to get drunk for one day and forget that my boyfriend cheated on me and that my best friend is banging him. Forget that I'm in Paris by myself."

The bartender looks at me, softening. "You came to Paris with your boyfriend? That's terrible." He smiles sadly. "But you should enjoy it! See the sights. Meet new people. Don't let them ruin your vacation."

I nod. He's right.

"Yeah," I agree.

"I need another drink," I demand. The bartender rolls his eyes.

"Nope! You've had enough."

I glare at him.

"Nope?"

"Yes, nope. That means not a chance. You're drunk, you need to go to sleep." I stand up and almost fall. The bartender rushes to my side, steadying me.

"You're drunk," he sighs.

"I want another drink," I slur. He laughs.

"Not from me."

I look around the bar, trying to find someone else to get me a drink from. The bartender picks me up, holding me like I'm a little kid.

"Put me down!" I snap. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"I can't serve you any more drinks. You're going to hurt yourself," he says sadly. I look at him, seeing his soft brown eyes and smile. I smile back, my chest warming. He has a dimple in his cheek when he smiles.

"You have a dimple," I point out. He blushes, looking flustered.

"I do," he laughs. "Now, I really think you need to sleep."

I shake my head, my eyes drifting around the room. Everyone is gone. I frown.

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