She Belongs To The Billionaire ✔

Chapter 1

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Kara’s POV

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                 “What was the name of that girl, the model on that fashion station we watched two nights ago?” my mama asked, her face glowing as she moved to the counter with the blended fruits in the pink glass cup.

Her thick black hair which I fortunately inherited from her, swayed heavily behind her and I did an eye roll, wondering why she didn’t fix it into a doughnut style since she was cooking. My mama had been asking for the name of the female model for days now and I was honestly getting tired of hearing it.

“The one who wore that purple gown...” She trailed off with a thinking look when I didn’t respond.

I stabbed the China breakable plate with irritation when she asked me the question again, glowering slightly at her before rinsing the plate and wiping it clean.

“You didn’t answer me, Kara. What’s wrong, I noticed you’ve been brooding for a few days now.” The concern was thick in her tone, her Italian accent clearly evident.

I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong. Well, except that you’ve been asking me the name of the model repeatedly. It’s getting tiring!”

“I like her. That’s why.”

Squinting, I stared at her really hard. How would she say she liked a female model? Oh no, I wondered what she could be up to this time.

The last time she asked me a suspicious question like this, she had ended up getting a golden retriever for the young master Stephano and to say the least, he wasn’t happy with her. For days, he kept moping around the house and he kept everyone in the mansion on edge.

“I mean no harm dear.” She giggled. “By the way, when will you submit those assignments you told me about?”

“We are on a short break, mama. I’ll submit them when we resume.”

Turning around, she gave me a suspicious look. “Wouldn’t your lecturer think you a lazy bone then?”

“No. He knows we’re on holiday.” I stated in a deadpanned tone.

“Whatever. I also went to college and I’m just asking because things have changed over the years.” She snorted and went back to what she was doing, not before narrowing her eyes at me.

“I am not arguing now am I?” I sang.

Being a third year student in Premium University at Trapani, Sicily, wasn’t all that fun because it was an academic environment where we got challenged and thoroughly equipped in all areas for individual growth and usefulness in our area of study, but I was studying economics which I loved with passion and that was a good compensation.

At the age of twenty two— which would be in a year time, precisely in August — I would graduate and find somewhere good to start working. To say the least, I couldn’t wait for that to happen.

Despite it being a university with high standards and all, I loved my University because it had exposed me to so many things about life and I already met so many amazing people through it. Not to forget the amazing opportunities it offered to students. The only problem I had was that there was this particular person, whom I totally didn’t like and he was somehow entangled in every aspect of my life.

The person was also paying my tuition.

He was my mama’s boss and the one taking care of all my expenses, probably since I was in high school. With his cold demeanor and naturally clenched jaws, he just gave me the chills.