Love, Lies and Billionaires

“What the hell are you doing here?” Maren’s eyes flashed with raw anger and her fists clenched slightly.

The man, who was crouched in front of Nathan, slowly stood up and turned to Maren. He placed his face in a relaxed expression and his muscular chest rose and fell in a rhythm.

“Nice to see you too,” he said, his baritone filling her ears, reminding her of the man she had once shared everything with, who had now become her enemy.

“Mummy?” Nathan’s little voice called in confusion at seeing his mom’s countenance.

Maren turned to him sharply. “Nathan, Nathan. Come here, come to mummy” he complied and hastened towards his mom. Maren took his hand and pulled him behind her.

“How did you get in?” Maren asked, keeping her gaze on him.

“You successfully raised a smart child, Maren. How long were you planning to keep him a secret?” he asked and folded his enormous arms across his chest.

“Get out of my house”

He smirked, “You really do know how to keep a grudge don’t you?” he strolled forward a little, his hands tucked into his pockets. “He doesn’t know his father, does he?”

“Nathan baby, let’s go inside,” Maren’s mom called from behind. Nathan walked over to her, clinging on to the dinosaur. “Mummy has a few words to say to the nice man,” she added while flashing a deathly look at him.

“He knows his father, and it’s definitely not you, William” Maren replied when they were gone.

William chuckled and moved closer to her, close enough for their bodies to touch. He placed his palm on her face, his hazel eyes piercing into hers.

The feeling of his palm on her skin sent shivers down her spine the way they usually did and softened her expression a little. “Maren dear, you’re hurting yourself, you know. Both of us know you’re weak. You can’t contain this for so long…”

She suddenly slapped his hand away, her softened expression getting more deadly. “I have single-handedly raised Nathan alone for three years. I do not need anyone, especially not you.”

“I do not need you. Nathan doesn’t need you and he never will! You narcissist.”

William’s brows creased sharply. “You will not keep my son away from me. ”

“Watch me,” she said and turned to go back into the house, but she was suddenly pulled back by her hair, which caused her to let out a quick scream.

“Look, woman, Nathan is a Sinclair. And we Sinclairs always know and abide by our roots. I’m not here to listen to whatever crap you want to say. I just want my son.” His voice was raspy, like someone who was high on alcohol.

“Nathan will never be yours,” she said in between struggling to free herself and trying to keep her tears from falling.

“You will not keep my son away from me, you whore,” he said, pulling her hair even more.

“Let go of me,” Maren half begged.

“You think getting married to Alexander makes you a heroine? It only confirms the…” he sharply let her go, pushing her to the ground with force.

William glanced at her as she wriggled to regain balance and then back to his hand. She had dug her nails into the back of his palm, living nail marks and little blood sipping from it. He became even more annoyed.

“You’ve only come out as a harlot by marrying Alexander, you shameless little slut. I will not repeat myself when I get back, Maren. I need my son,” he said, staring daggers at her.

Maren didn’t reply. She just remained on the ground, staring at him, her entire world crashing all over again. Was this the man she had actually loved? She asked herself. She kept her eyes on him as he turned back and began to walk away.

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The club was dimly lit, with loud music blaring through the speakers and different bodies huddled either together or in separate, sexy positions.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Been a while since we’ve been here, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s been a while since you’ve been here. You, just you, Alexander,” Eddie said as they stepped into the building.

“Well, I have work to do unlike you,” Alexander replied playfully.

Eddie chuckled, “Oh really?”

“Hi Eddie,” a voice called from behind and a lady bounced in front of them. She had on a lavender body con dress which was slit open at the sides and back.

It was obvious she had nothing on, on the inside as her pleasant features bounced from every move she made.

“Trisha!! My baby,” Eddie said, pulling the lady by her waist for a hug. Alexander slightly shook his head and walked ahead of them towards the elevator.

“You left so early yesterday, you didn’t get to meet my sister,” Trisha said, rubbing her entire body on Eddie as they followed Alexander behind.

“You have a sister?” Eddie asked in amazement. “How have I never met her then?”

“She’s the shy type, but you’ll get to meet her,” she said, as all of them got on to the elevator. “She’ll do very well with Mr. Arrogant here” her voice was lowered as she left Eddie and slowly slid her hands around Alexander’s chest, to the amusement of Eddie.

“I think what you need is a job, Trisha,” Alexander said, looking up at her from his phone.

“Jesus! Did someone forget his diaper?” she exclaimed in frustration and left him. Eddie chuckled. “Your friend is such a killjoy Eddie” she turned back to him and bit her lips while giving him an irresistible stare.

The elevator door opened, and they all got out, with Eddie’s hand making some movements inside her dress. They stepped into the dimly lit lounge, which usually only consisted of Alexander and whomever he wanted around.

“And the prodigal son decided to return to his people,” the man behind the bar announced.

“Hi, Mike” Alexander greeted, absentmindedly.

“You never cease to amaze me Alexander,” Mike said, walking out of the bar with a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses. He walked to the middle of the room where a glass table stood, surrounded by sofas.

He took a seat on the one facing Alexander and cocked it open, letting out a loud boom.

“Woah!!” Eddie screamed from a corner where he was lying on a large sofa while Trisha explored his body with her tongue.

Make gave a low chuckle and poured the wine, turning to Alexander. “This minute you’re one hell of a serious minded businessman, the other you’re getting married to some hot chick. What’s up, man?”

Alexander picked up one glass and took a sip. “Okay, first, she’s not some chick…” he paused and looked up at the newcomer, who walked towards him.

“Hey, baby”