My Mischievous Millionaire

Prologue: Part 1- A Brave Epiphany

"I'm hungry." He stated with faux-innocence. His eyes then met mine and soon it became impossible to look away.

"For what?" I asked with much confusion, as he had just eaten something. His lips then curled into a cocky smile.

"You."

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Follow the adventures of Alex Haytham- an innocent, inexperienced, twenty year old, who runs away from isolation and discovers a whole new world in a busy city.

Watch as she finds love with her polar opposite, Christopher Kenway- a ruthless, rising CEO who almost never fell in love. His feelings soon changes after a cheerful Alex brings joy to his dreary life.

Thank you to those who are giving my story a shot. Who knows, you might like it. ☺

ALEX'S POV

"Alexa!" He screeched, his cold voice filled with fury and aggravation. I've always reviled the way he'd yell. I can tell he is a product of years of pent up belligerence and frustration. My little theory does not help me justify all his actions, I'll never stop being petrified of him.

"Y-yes, sir..." I apprehensively replied to Steven, my malicious step-father. To say I was fearful of him and what he could inflict on me was an understatement. Every time he'd raise his hoarse voice, a piece of my gallantry dies. Not that there was much to begin with.

"Where's my drink!" He bellowed, before flipping over the fragile kitchen table. It landed in front of my tremulous body.

Alarmed, I mustered up what valour I had left in order to give him a suitable response. I shouldn't leave him waiting for too long, I'm already badly bruised from the night before. Yesterday, I erroneously made him tea instead of coffee- he did not take it well. It is implausible to list everything that sets him off. Everyday sure boasts its new set of daunting obstacles for me to undergo.

"I w-was busy cleaning the--" My soft cheek was then abruptly greeted by a frosty hand. He hurt me- again, not that this flabbergasted me. It has happened way to many times for me to even muster up a smidgen of shock.

"Now go to your room and think about what a useless disappointment you are!" I didn't waste another second. I dashed up to the icy attic that I now called my room and threw myself on the dilapidated bed. It was not always like this, you know?

Steven used to be a blissful and contented man before my mother left him seven years ago in order to fulfil her dream of becoming a dancer in Vegas. She apparently thought it plausible to leave her daughter and travel alongside another man. Steven bought me presents, took me shopping, and then he became a monster- all because of her.

The memories I have of my mother sure aren't the fondest. She always wanted to be affluent and prosperous, but she would never want to work hard and she'd never go after guys who could make that dream possible for her. Nobody could replace my father.

I want a man like my father, brave and amiable. Everyone loved him, he was kind and would always go out of his way for everyone. His relationship with my mother was one out of a fairytale. They were over the moon in love, until my mother cheated on him with Steven.

My father did not take the news well. One night, as he was driving home, his car sped off the road and crashed into the electric poles. Some assume it was an accident, but I knew it was suicide.

I promptly abstracted my thoughts. I didn't want to think about how low the ship of my life has sunk. Steven does not allow me to go anywhere. I'm stuck in this derelict house, isolated from the rest of the world and unaided.

After my mother left, Steven moved out in the middle of nowhere. I had to pretend that everything was fine with him when the authorities would do check-ups. He'd often threaten to send in his people to harm me if ever he'd get sent to prison because of my confessions.

I then heard the front door slam shut. I ran to the diminutive window of my room to see if Steven was about to leave. He walked out in a huff and irritably opened the door of his corroded, old pickup truck.

Now's your chance. My subconscious urged. You can be free from all of this. It continued.

"But he'll find me" I said aloud.

Is this the life you want? It asked. I was hushed. The question reran in my head, over and over again. I thought of the possibilities, If I stayed, Steven might beat me to death. If I left, some stranger might kill me on the side of the road. No matter what route, death is possibly eminent. Finally, I responded.

"No. "

Meanwhile, in a grandiose skyscraper, Christopher Kenway, rising CEO of Compu Tech Industries, vehemently types away at his computer whilst angrily yelling at an innocent secretary on the phone.

CHRISTOPHER'S POV

"You make sure he gets back to me! I'm a busy man and my precious time is not to be wasted!" I roar to some moronic, naive witch.

''Okay sir, I'll find out tomorrow." She calmly replied, little too composed for my acceptance.

"Tomorrow? You know what? Don't bother. I officially cut all my ties to Frank and Co!" I yell and continuously run my fingers through my hair.

"But sir, please reconsi--" She beseeches, before I cut her off by slamming the phone down.

Anything or anyone that threatens the productivity of my future company deserves to be let go. I have to prove to my father that I am laudable enough to take over.

My father started this company from scratch. During his time, technological advances were on the rise and he managed to swoop in and make the most out of the situation. He partnered up with a friend who invented the first Compu-Tech cell phone. It was a brick, but many people seemed interested.

Now with his partner dead, he has countless employees at his disposal and is one of the most influential men the world. I strive to be like him, though I would never admit it- not that I could anyway. He'd always attribute his success to my mother. I will not be like him, I don't need a woman heartening me up from the sidelines of my life.

What I need, is to work harder. Women are just well-scented distractions, seeing myself settle down does not, and will never, seem feasible. My father kept advising me to find a girl to go through life's journeys with. He even predicted that I would find one within this year. I don't see his point, not everyone needs a woman- some just need success. I've already burnt myself when it comes to women.

I look over at the sea of papers in front of me. All this will be worth it one day, I indomitably thought.

Fatigued and infuriated, I realise it's already 10pm. It's almost time for me to leave, but with all this work I might be sleeping here tonight. The contemptible thought brought a little humour to my meticulous situation.

Sleeping at my office sure wasn't anything foreign to me, I've done it before, my office has all the necessities I need to sleep here, a shower, clean suits, and toothpaste- well, everything besides a bed. I normally just plant myself on the leather couch. It is certainly not the comfiest of resting places.

"Well,I best get started." I unsympathetically answered myself accompanied by a sigh.

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