Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

THE MOST WANTED WOMAN IN New Everest

“You are now the most wanted woman in New Everest. How do you feel about that?” My brother teasingly asked, but my anxiety spiked to the roof because of it.

I could hear my heart pounding hard and my nerves rising like tidal waves.

“Oh my God! This isn’t good. This is very bad.” I exclaimed, heart racing. I scrolled through the blog post over and over again. The picture attached was of Damien holding Julian in a necktie; it was blurred, but I could see the feral look in Damien’s eyes. It reminded me of how quickly he had come to my rescue.

Fuck! Memories of that night made me wet and scared.

I need to be fucked like right now!

“I wonder if Julian has seen this? This is probably why he’s so mad at me. Fuck!” I muttered, looking up at Elijah.

Elijah took his phone from my hand. “The news is all over the internet. Start using your internet for a change.”

I licked my lips, “This is very bad.” I repeated, like a broken record.

“You better be on your best behaviour as we go to this church. If you like Julian and want to fight for him and be part of his and Holland’s life, be a Christian and love God.”

“Can’t I negotiate the Christian thing?” I pout.

“No.”

“Why?” I whined. We both laughed.

“You need God’s intervention in your life, Samantha.”

I exhaled. “What choice do I have?”

Ever since my ex, who was a devoured catholic, hurt me, I have never been to a church. This will be my first time after the relationship ended. I wonder what it holds for me. Will I really see Julian in there? Can I get him to forgive me after the huge embarrassment I’ve caused him, especially now that it’s all over the news?

Who could have taken that picture? I suspect the waitress, whatever her name was.

Maybe it was one of the other guests. In life, enjoying drama is universal, no matter a person’s standing in society and wealth.

My brother packed his car in the car pack when we reached the main building. A white Range Rover and a black Highlander were packed close to our car.

“Who owns these babies,” I mutter to myself. Recently I started falling in love with cars, one day I’ll learn how to drive really fast and maybe start a car race or join one.

I need to start doing something fun other than being a teacher so I don’t end up being so boring and grow to have no friends, no life and no fun experiences. Teaching is fun for me, but I just need more.

From afar, the house is beautiful. Up close, it is amazing.

My brother and I got out of the car, and he took my hand in his, and side by side, we walked to the door where a man stood smiling nervously at us. His hands were tucked in his pant pocket.

The man is tall, very, very tall and huge. A walking giant with a pointed nose, grey eyes and short brown hair. He reminded me of someone. Someone who was initially a turn-off to me but turned around to be everything.

I swallowed.

My ex.

Anger, pain, anguish and sadness were just a little bit of what I was feeling as I stared at the man standing before me. I instantly hated him for reminding me of someone I wanted so much to forget.

I clenched and unclenched my fist as I took in deep breaths. I had to control my emotions. I didn’t want to go back to having a therapist invade my thoughts.

I took in a deep breath and spoke.

The man, for some reason, couldn’t get his beautiful eyes off me. His eyes were so beautiful. They reminded me so much of Julian’s. I could see so many similarities in both men.

“Elijah, let’s ask him where the priest is instead of having a stare-down competition with him.”

My brother nods, and we walk to the man in steady but confident steps.

“Good day, we have an appointment with the priest. My name is Elijah, and this is my sister Samantha, who I told him about. He’s expecting us, and we would like to see him.” My brother explains to the giant standing at the door.

He was blocking the entrance, so I couldn’t take a peep inside the house. He glances at the both of us and watches us with kin interest. He looks at my brother with amazement, then he looks at me like I was some fucking goddess. I blushed and smiled.

” I’m… I’m… The priest.” he stammers, blinking. Oh, my fucking gosh.

Someone, please call the ambulance. I’m going to have a heart attack; I’m going to die. He can’t be the priest.

“Hmmm!” was the only thing I could mutter.

“Reverend Father Mario Jose Daniel_,” he said, stretching his hands. My brother took it, smiling.

“It is my pleasure, Father. I’m sorry I didn’t know you were the priest.” My brother apologises. “My sincerest apologies, Father.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Jose did not reply; he simply nodded, and with that, he ushered us in, not before he took another glance in my direction.

“How was the drive here? I hope it was fine?” He asks, turning back to glare at us, his baritone voice cutting through my thoughts. He was talking to my brother, but he was looking at me.

“The drive was good, better than I expected.” my brother replied. “This side of the town is nice.”

He nods.

I looked around the living room with interest. The sitting room was amazing. It was filled with paintings upon paintings and sculpture upon sculpture. A spiral step was at the left side of the living room. Father Jose started climbing the stairs, and we followed behind him, not having enough time to look around.

We stopped on the second floor. There was a huge door just as we entered the hallway. A huge sign was placed in front of the door.

Do not disturb

Father Jose pushed the door open nervously.