Chapter 1 Meeting Mr Arrogant

• Prologue
• Be careful, they said.
• He will break your heart.
• Breaking my heart? He wasn't even in my heart at all, so how would he break it?
• You won't know it, they said.
• He will make you slowly fall for him and rip it all apart.
• My name is Eleanor and falling in love with a billionaire, wasn't in my to-do-list. For some reason, people think I won't be able to resist the charms of the Almighty billionaire. Not even my best friend, Chloe, thinks that.
• His name is Liam James, a die-hard celebrity with lots of fan girls who swoop over him. CEO, the Boss of all Bosses in Pink Moda and dangerous Casanova of all times.
• I, Eleanor Reyes, is sure going to prove them wrong. And, they're going to live with that.
• Eleanor
• You must be wondering how I met Liam.
• Well... It was on a very bad day for me. I had been walking back home. About crossing a crosswalk. I had lost the job interview and this made me frustrated.
• These were my thoughts as I went home on foot, like a lost puppy. I had no money to pay for even the bus. My mum used the last cent we had left to buy groceries just yesterday.
• The road was as noisy as usual. As I moved to the cross walk, I noticed a particular expensive looking car which was not moving. After getting the idea that it wasn't moving anytime soon, I then decided to fully take the crosswalk.
• A sudden screech sound caught my attention. But, it was too late. Out of fear, I fell flat on my buttocks, with the roughness of the floor welcoming me.
• I cursed under my breath and hissed loudly. I then examined myself if I could standup.
• I could.
• Thus I did the next thing that boomed in my mind.
• "Are you nuts? Didn't you go to a driving school?" I yelled at the car. It was a sleek Ferrari which appeared expensive. From the polishness, one could decipher its quality.
• I looked down on my poor foot. It had been injured, thanks to the driver.
• I stood up on one foot and walked up to the car.
• I looked directly head-on inside the car, waiting for the bad driver to come out. I had expected it to be a reckless drunkard but it was the exact opposite.
• It was a young man probably in his twenties coming out of the car. He wore a black suit which had a neat-cut from the upper body to the lower. He had a muscular build. Indeed, he was good-looking and handsome. He had a charcoal-black hair which covered one of his eyes.
• Indeed, he looked like the devil himself as he marched towards me, with the wind blowing his hair softly.
• "Who are you?" he asked rudely, with a cold expression on his face. He didn't even wait for me to answer, instead, he carried on.
• "You must be one of those reporters stalking me, aren't you?" he asked, though in more of a statement than an answer. I wriggled my eyebrows at how he could be so insensitive. Some men had no shame. I mean he made the mistake and couldn't even accept his fault.
• "R-Reporter? I have better things to do than to stalk an arrogant idiot like you!" I yelled, with a frown on my face.
• "What makes this situation worse is that you almost took my life and you think nothing of it. Look at my injuries. You'll pay for this." I told him immediately.
• Who the hell did he think he was?
• "Ah, payment. Was that it?" he asked, arching a brow cockily.
• "Hold on a sec." he said. My eyes narrowed at him, following his movement as he marched to his car. He then came back after taking something. I stood there, waiting for him to come back. He did, but with something in his hands:
• Money.
• "Take this and never show up again." He said. My eyes froze in horror as he sprayed the money from the top of my body to below. I saw the money drop gently to the floor.
• Rich people had no real value of money. I mean who uses all this money for just a slight injury on the leg?
• I immediately gathered the money on the floor to give him back.
• I was anything but a gold digger.
• With this thought on my mind, I moved to give him the money back but was met with a screeching sound. He had already zoomed out of there before the word, Mary Celeste.
• Urrgh!
• I hoped to meet him again.
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• "Are you for real?" Chloe asked with so much interest. She was my best friend. We grew up together after I got a scholarship to attend her school, which was obviously a school for the rich.
• "Yes, he was really an asshole. He left me with these huge amount of dollars just for a cut on my legs. He sure has no value for money!" I told her what I felt. I mean who behaved like that?
• "Was he handsome?" Chloe asked, dreamily clasping her hands to her chin.
• "That doesn't matter. What does is the fact that he's insane. I hope to never meet someone like that in my lifetime." I cried out horridly.
• People could be funny.
• "What about the company you went for the interview?" she asked.
• "Oh, that. It didn't turn out well. This old man kept looking at me like a perv. I just had to call him out." I said, shrinking my nose in disgust. I really couldn't stand perverted old men.
• "Wait, do they think models are call girls?" I added, in a frustrating manner.
• "That's a stereotype, bestie. The fact that an old man did that does not mean that's general. Let's forget about that topic," She said, trying to cheer me up.
• "It must have really been a long day for you, let me massage those gorgeous bones." She said, standing up. With her hands on my shoulders, she began to massage my back.
• "Thanks so much, Clo." I said, giving her the puppy look. I was grateful for every minute of her efforts to help me.
• "I've always told you, it's nothing girl." She said. "Remember that big company I told you my uncle worked for?" She asked.
• "Yeah, what was the name again... Moda..." I answered, trailing out again.
• "Pink Moda." She said.
• "Ok, what about it?" I asked her.
• "I have an uncle that submits recommendation of models to them. I could tell him to get you listed so you could pace your way through. How's that?" she asked me, arching her eyebrows at my direction.
• "Chloe... " I trailed out.
• "What? You don't want it?" she asked sweetly.
• "You are the best!" I cried out, pulling her into a huge hug.
• "Thank you so much. Thank you so much, Chloe!" I said with so much cheerfulness.
• "Oh, it's nothing. Why am I your friend if not this?" she said humbly.
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• "You're back." Mum said. Her necklace was still around her neck. It was carved in her name, Melanie Reyes.
• She sat on a chair, knitting. That was her escape since she gave birth to me. My rich dad had abandoned us after he found out my mum was pregnant. That baby was me.
• "Yeah, mum." I let out tiredly, dragging my feet on the floor. Our house was manageable. It was the same one mum had paid instalment for when she still worked as a waitress for a restaurant. But, the restaurant got bankrupt and she had to leave. Ever since then, she hadn't found a job.
• "So? How did the interview go?" Mum asked. I didn't even know where to start from. What to say...
• "I lost the job mum." I told her, halting in front of her.
• "I'm sorry I couldn't stand an old man's dirty glares." I added, referring to that pervert old man I met at the company I went for interview.
• "I failed you, mum." I said again.
• "No, you didn't darling. You didn't fail me. We'll figure a way out of this mess, I promise." She said. I watched her tiredly at the verge of tears.
• "Come here, darling." She said. I moved forward to her. She wrapped me in her arms in a comforting manner.
• "We'll figure out something." She added again.
• "Thanks, mum." I said, grasping the shopping bag I brought.
• "What are those?" she asked.
• "Chloe gave us some foodstuffs." I said.
• "That girl has a big heart." Mum said.
• "I know, mum. I'm very lucky to have a friend like her." I said, thinking of the man I met earlier today.
• He was mystical...
• Arrogant...
• And, cocky.
• That stranger made something lurk in my heart. For some reason, I couldn't get my mind off him.
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• A/n  It would really mean a lot if you leave your thoughts on it, for me. Thanks, a lot🥺🥺