Taken By The Arrogant Billionaire

In the darkness of the night, a woman with bluish gray eyes slept on the bed, she fiddled with the locket on her neck. After a long thought, she stood up and left the room. She went to the living room, stopping before the photograph of the whole family hanged on the wall.

Old Smith, looking as rigid as ever. Mrs Smith smiling and cheerful, while her husband had a look which mirrored his two sons’. A serious expression. Amelia’s eyes went to the side. Sitting beside her not was Cheryl. She had a bored look on her face, like she could not wait to get out of there.

“Princess” she jerked her head back only to see the butler. She sighed. “What are you doing?”

“I just came down to get water” she drank a glass of water and went back to her room under his watchful eyes.

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“Do you have another plan, boss?” Damon’s minion asked.

He was sitting, facing the window and looking at the clear sky. His fingers were entwined and the index fingers tapping each other.

“Have you been following Amelia recently?”

“Yes, but it isn’t easy. She is always with bodyguards”

Damon smiled. “Stop following Valerie and focus on that woman. I want to know what she is up to. And about Dylan….. what is the possibility he will win the election?”

“The possibility is very high. Considering how people speak highly of him, and how popular he is, especially…. among women”

“When he is elected into office, we will strike. I’ll see how he will be able to handle it when he loses his wife and child”

“Boss, since you are targeting the women connected with the family, will Miss Gardner also be included”

Damon stopped tapping and turned sharply, directing his sharp gaze to the man who refused to meet his eyes.

“Do you want a bullet in your other leg? I’m sure one isn’t enough for you”

“I’m sorry, boss”

“Get out”

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The election had come and gone, it was finally time to announce who the next president was.

Only Sandy was in the large living room. Dylan wasn’t back yet. She was as nervous as hell and even though it wasn’t healthy for her, she could not help it. The servants were sneakily watching too

After the presenter said somethings she paid no attention to, she finally heard it.

“… the winner of the just concluded presidential election is Mr Dylan Smith. The inauguration…” Sandy felt her heart do a little somersault. The winner was Dylan? She was going to be the country’s first lady? Her breath became ragged.

“Madam, are you alright? Call 911! Quick!”

“No. I’m fine. You don’t have to do that. You can all go to your rooms. I want to be alone” she looked lost and Dylan returned and met her in the same position.

“I thought you would have gone to sleep. Where are the servants”

“I told them to go to their rooms”

“Did you see the news?”

She nodded. “I’m going to become the next president -” he stopped short when he noticed her blank look. “Is something wrong? Aren’t you happy about this?”

She tried to speak, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Dylan was horrified to see her eyes glisten with tears, and soon she burst out crying without knowing the reason. Was it because she was scared of becoming a first lady? Was it anger? She could not tell, but one thing she was sure of was that she had become hypersensitive. Why else would she be crying when she should be gathering her courage and willing herself to be strong?Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Dylan pulled her into his arms.

“I…. I am just scared” she said when she found her voice. “What if something happens to us and our baby? Now that you are president, I’m sure you have more enemies. They might come after you and maybe the baby”

Dylan held her shoulders. “I understand where this fear is coming from, but I will protect you. I will make sure nothing happens to you or our baby. Please trust me”

She nodded.

Dylan watched her lay on the bed.

“I still have some work to do. I will be back soon”

She nodded with her eyes closed and opened them when she heard the door close. She had no desire to sleep because a certain someone had begun to kick in her stomach. It hurt a bit, but it was still a pleasurable feeling. She rubbed it gently and sighed. This is going to be a very long night.

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Things had been quite ordinary between Valerie and Jared, or so she thought? She has no idea how many times he imagined pushing her against a wall and having her right there. She was so close, yet so far. His hunger for her had heightened recently that even the best hostess could quench it.

Valerie walked into his office with a file in her hand. “Boss, the-” she paused when she found no one in his seat. “Boss” no reply. She hadn’t seen him come out of his office, so where was he?

She heard a door click open and he appeared from his private lounge.

“You were looking for me?”

“Yes sir. The HR department wants you to review this?”

He nodded. “Leave it on my table” she did and turned to leave. “Did I say you could leave?” She froze and slowly turned back.

“Is there anything you need from me, sir?”

Slowly walked towards her. “Yes, there is” Ask he took steps forward, she took steps back till her back hit the wall. His face was so close to hers. “Go on a date with me”

“I can’t” she stood her ground, still sandwiched between his hard body and the wall.

“You will” he replied, his eyes boring into hers. He wanted every inch of her, and he was going to get it.

“This isn’t right. There is a no dating rule in the company, remember?” She tried to discourage him. He smirked at her antics.

“I am the boss. I make the rules and can break it whenever I want, Kitten”

And for the second time, loud bells began to ring in her head as the voice of someone calling her kitten reverberated. Again she tried to remember, but her vision slowly became hazy.