❦ The Billionaire and His Flower❦
Book 1 Of The Ecstasy Series
❝Death is our forever because I want you to be mine, till eternity❞
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''She was His to Touch, His to Love and His to Break''
''He was Hers to Feel, Hers to Heal and Hers to Breathe''...
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The Alleys of the Cambridge were bustling with young energy, students voices and footsteps echoing every lane, one such student stood out of the crowd, alone in her own world.
She had warm honey brown eyes that glittered with her intelligence, her auburn locks were tied into a high pony, she wore a maroon frilled skirt that went till her knees which matched with her white blouse, She adjusted her reading glasses as her eyes roamed through the book in her tender hands, her beautiful finger moving through the enchanting poetry in which she was engrossed.
A sigh left her pink plump lips and she looked up, removing her glasses, she tucked them inside her bag which was labelled ' Odette Willow '.
''Hey bitch!'' the haughty voice of Margret echoed through Odette's ears, then all she knew was some dirt hurled towards her that ruined her skirt .. Odette's little eyes filled with salty tears as she dusted her skirt, she was used to this extreme torture every day, so she decided to ignore it yet again. Every day she had endured disrespect for being the loner.
'' Boo! The weeping willow is weeping again! Such a shame!'' Margret cussed grabbing everyone's attention, later on, the whole school started laughing at the poor girl who had no friends, She is a gorgeous girl who never knew her beauty, her beauty was pure and delicate and she never acknowledged that.. tears cascaded down her pink cheeks and onto the floor, hugging her book onto her chest she ran away in humiliation .. it was not new, she was always humiliated for being a book worm and a girl with no friends.
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She developed a key from her purse, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she pushed the key into the keyhole, after a familiar click, the door to her hostel room creaked open, it was that door that opened to her safe haven.
It was beautiful and airy, the lace curtains were draped over the French windows allowing the sunlight to enter without any intrusion, she loved it here, it was her own heaven where nobody came to disturb her ever .. she sighed sadly and sat on her queen-sized bed decorated with white sheets, the wall was painted in Pastel colours, The window opened to a generous view of the city while she arranged a bit of plant in its place .. Mostly lavenders, it was her favourite flower, it was a light colour, an essence of elegance and delicacy
She decided to go shopping for some groceries, she took out her shopping bag, her hair tied into a bun, she changed her skirt into a lavender pencil skirt. Ruffling her baby hairs a bit, she glanced at the mirror before locking the door and tottering out
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'' How much for there miss??'' she asked with her honey-sweet voice, the lady at the shop smiled at her, this girl charmed everyone except her college mates, she wished every person that crossed her path, politeness lacing her voice. Skipping her way through the lanes of London, she donned a happy face.
