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The Billionaire's First Glance

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Amelie Cavanaugh has faced many hardships in her life. She was orphaned at 8 years old, ran away with her brother from foster care at 14 years old, and constantly worked to achieve her goal of the university. Just when her life is going to plan, life is turned upside down one blustery November day as her brother is injured during a football game. Billionaire Dr. Nathan Michaels is next in line to take over Michaels Investment Group as his grandfather, Carrington Michaels, is retiring. The problem is that the board members think his playboy ways need to be in line for the CEO position. Solution: Carrington Michaels tells Nathan he has 6 weeks to get married, or he will lose the company. A chance sighting of the stunning brown-haired Amelie in the hospital cafe sends Nathan's world into a spin, but when he turns around after receiving his order, she is gone. Who is she? Where did she go? How can he make her his? Will it even matter when a dark family secret involving both families could threaten any chance of happiness?

Prologue & Chapter 1 - Amelie's Story

Prologue

"You told me this it was over," she spoke. "Do you have feelings for this sl*t?"

"I love her. I want to be with her, not you," he replied. "There is nothing you can do to change that."

"I don't understand," she screamed, "She is nothing, a nobody. Have your fling like you always do, and be done with her. I am not moving out of the way for that, that woman."

"No, you don't understand," he declared. "You never meant anything to me. You were a business deal—a marriage of convenience. I have what I want from you. I fulfilled my obligation. Now I want a divorce."

 She picked up the crystal vase and threw it in the direction of his head. He moved just in time to dodge it. It struck the fireplace brick and shattered in a ton of jagged shards.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?" He stared at her, bewildered. "Stop acting like a crazy b*tch."

"You're the crazy one. The one that has lost his mind," she said coyly. "I will take you for EVERYTHING you are worth. Let's see how long it lasts when your reputation is smeared all over the sidewalk."

"Are you threatening me?" He laughed.

"Call it what you want. I will destroy you," she responded. "I will destroy her as well."

"You seem to have forgotten two very important points," he snarled at her, "First of all, you signed an ironclad prenup agreement. So you'll get pocket change. Second, I have the photos, remember? Do you really want them released?"

"You wouldn't!" She yelled.

"Try me."

"You will regret this," she threatened. "You both will regret this."

"The only thing I regret is the fact that I married you in the first place," he replied. He turned and walked out the door, leaving her standing there.

As soon as the door closed, she reached for her phone. "Come on, pick up the phone," she said with disdain.

"Hello," a male voice answered.

"Evander, we need to meet," she advised.

"When?" Evander asked, "Same location as usual?"

"Tomorrow, 10 am. Regular location," she demanded. "I will pay 4 times the regular rate. This is a special request. It needs to be done quickly and discreetly."

"You can count on my team," Evander said.

"Good," She hung up the line. 

The maid walked in. "Clean up this mess," she barked at the maid and sashayed out of the room.

 NEXT DAY

"How long do we have to wait for this lady," the dark-haired man said to his partner.

"As long as it f*ck*ng takes," Evander replied, "She is paying us enough to retire."

"Really? She must want these people dead," the dark-haired man shook his head.

The room was so dark that he barely knew she had entered except for the sound of her high heels clicking their way across the floor. He shivered as a cold aura of power hit his body as she approached.

“You understand,” she said in an elegant voice. “It needs to look like an accident.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Evander said, “my team is the best there is. No one will even question their deaths.”

“For what I'm paying you,” she declared, “it better be good. I want them gone. I want them to feel the pain they have given me for all these years. I want everyone that loves them to suffer. To live with pain for the rest of their lives. You have one week.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Once again, her heels clicked along the floor, this time signaling her departure. The door snapped shut.

Evander shook his head, “That is one cold-hearted b*tch.”

Chapter 1 - Amelie's Story

Amelie’s POV

There are days in your life that stand out for good or bad. Days you’ll always remember and days you wish you could forget.

 I remember my eighth birthday as one of the happiest days of my life. My parents surprised me and took the family to New York. First, we saw a Broadway show and then visited Times Square.

The best that happened that day was my dream of standing on Wall Street. While most young girls played wedding dress up, I was carried around my dad’s old messenger briefcase and giving financial advice. I knew, one day, I would be working on this street, and I vowed this to myself as I glanced at the Bull statue. I had always been obsessed with New York and Wall Street, and the fact that I spent the day exploring it with my three favorite people made it the perfect day ever.

The nonstop pace of the city drew me in, and I was captured, heart and soul. It was love at first sight. I knew this was where I belonged and could not wait to call it my home one day.

Unfortunately, I think that was the last day I felt true happiness.  Four days later, my little brother and I were being moved into a foster home. My parents had been killed the night before. They were out celebrating my dad’s promotion when a drunk driver blew through a stop sign and slammed into their car, killing them instantly. At that moment, my life and my heart were shattered. There were so many pieces that I couldn’t pick them all up. Some were lost forever.

My brother, Zander, was only 5 years old; he couldn’t grasp the concept of the loss. How could he? I could barely even grasp it myself. For a long time, he was angry, he thought they left him because he did something wrong. He kept asking when they would be coming home. I just hugged him and told him not to worry. I was his family, and he could always depend on me.

Life after that day wasn’t easy; we were in and out of different foster care homes with no real sense of belonging. My love for school and determination to make something of myself were the only things that carried me through. To make life better for my brother Zander and me.

Zander was a good kid. Always smiling and polite. Just one look from his piercing grey eyes could set your mind at ease. I swear they smiled more than his mouth did. He was the kind of brother you could be proud of. He was always the one to turn the other cheek and take the high road regarding disputes. I’m sure he was an old soul and wise beyond his years. He had a heart of gold.

My 14th birthday was the first and only time Zander ever got into trouble. That’s the day my so-called foster dad decided I was old enough to be “taught.”  My brother walked in to see me crying while my foster dad had his hand down my pants. Zander lost it. At 11 years old, he was already standing 5’10” and had a personality more significant than his height.  He wailed punches down on my foster dad until he was unconscious. That was the last day we ever stayed in foster care.

I had a part-time job at the local diner. The owner, Betty, was like a mother figure to me, and when we ran away from the foster home, she let us stay in the tiny one-bedroom apartment above the diner for free. She also gave me extra hours and “leftover” food, so our bellies were never empty. We managed to scrape by. It was a hard time; we didn’t have much but had each other. I vowed that moment I would make something of myself and get us out of this town. Onwards and upwards was my mantra. I worked as much as possible to support us and spent the rest of my hours studying and doing homework. All the hard work eventually paid off when I was granted a full scholarship to Columbia University. I was ecstatic. So, after graduating as valedictorian of my class, I packed all of our possessions and headed off to New York.

I was entirely in my element and enjoying life thoroughly in New York. I had settled into my studies at Columbia and got a part-time job at a coffee shop. Everything was perfect until I was again hit with a devastating blow that chilly November day.

“Oh, come on, sis, you have to be there! It’s a huge game,” Zander looked at me pleading.

“Zander, I need to finish this paper. Onwards and upwards, remember,” I reminded him and rolled my eyes.

“It’s just a couple of hours, that’s it. You’ll be home by noon at the latest. You can’t miss my football game,” he said, pulling out his adorable pouty lip. I couldn’t resist.

“Geesh, stop with the lip! I’ll come!” I laughed as he jumped at me and embraced me in a hug.

“You’re the best Ame!”

Later that morning, at the football game, everything was going great for the team. We were up by 14 with 4 minutes to go. On a routine play, my heart stopped beating for a split second. Zander was tackled, but he didn’t get up. The coach rushed onto the field as I stood in the crowd, willing him to move. A signal from the coach sent everyone around my brother’s ever-still body into a panic.

  “SOMEONE CALL 911!”

 “CALL AN AMBULANCE”

I felt frozen, unable to move or think. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. The crowd surged a bit, and somehow, my feet carried me to the front of the stands.

“I’m sorry, miss, you can’t go on the field.” A security guard told me.

“THAT’S MY BROTHER LYING THERE!” I half screamed and half cried. He ushered me over to the team bench. The paramedics arrived shortly after, and my brother was put on a stretcher. The coach ran over to the bench, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the ambulance.

“He’s going to be okay, Amelie, I’m sure. Just have faith,” Coach Warren said as he hugged me. I lost it, letting out sobbing cries as I glanced over at Zander’s still body. Coach Warren pulled me closer. “Shhhh…. Zander needs you to be strong for him.”

He was right. No amount of tears would do any good. I needed to be strong and believe everything would be all right.

 

Chapter 2 - The News

Amelie’s POV

This.

Can not.

Be.

Happening.

Someone, please wake me up from this awful nightmare. I have been at the hospital for 3 hours now, and still no word on what was going on. It was driving me crazy. I felt nauseated. Just then, Tiffany ran into the waiting room straight to me.

“Ame! Oh my gosh! I heard, and I had to come and see you,” Tiffany said as she hugged me, “Is Zander ok?”

“I don’t know, Tiff. I honestly don’t know.” I burst into tears.

“Shhhh, he’s going to be ok. Your love will pull him through.” She wiped my tears away and hugged me for what felt like an eternity. It was exactly what I needed.

Man, I loved Tiff. She was the best friend anyone could ever have. For the past 5 years, she has been my rock, comfort, and umbrella to weather any storm. We always joked that we should just get married and forget about men. Then Tiff messed up our plans and found the most amazing boyfriend, Peter. You could tell their lo

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