Can't Resist the Billionaire

Right, if this guy wanted to find me, there were many ways. I looked at him smiling proudly at me and suddenly felt very regretful. If I had known this, I should not have sent him that text message. Now, he came to my house pretending to be my boyfriend. How can I end this in the future?

"Are you that free? Why did you come to me?" The reason why I came home was that I wanted to calm down and thought about what to do next. But why was this guy so difficult to deal with? Did he knew how to control me?

"I'm not free. I'm actually very busy. I'm here to personally ask you if you've considered your relationship with Christopher?"

"No, I haven't!"

I answered him decisively, without the slightest hesitation."Our relationship are not as simple as you think, and we would break up less quickly than you think!"

Although we had only secretly registered our marriage, but we couldn't peacefully broke up as others may think. According to Christopher, he said that his parents want to make up our wedding, so I concluded that he would not draw a line with me so soon, and may even pester me as well. Moreover, if I annoy him, he would take measures more despicable.

Although my parents were not of high status, but they were people who cares about reputation and face. They couldn't even accept young people living together outside marriage, not to mention the shameful things happended among we three.

Moreover, even if Christopher and I really get a divorce, I had never thought of being Vincent's girlfriend. After all, with Vincent, I was even more blind with the future.

There were so many innocent women didn't get the recognition of the Lopez family. So will his family recognize me, a divorced woman? Vincent may just be obsessed with me now. When he completely got tired of me, maybe I would have an end as bad as those who had sex with him, or even worse, with my reputation ruined. So I can't afford to gamble.

Vincent was obviously angry with my answer. He couldn't help but ask me in a louder voice."Jasmine, what are you thinking? Don't you believe me, or are you reluctant to leave him?"

When my mother heard that we were quarreling in the living room in the kitchen, she looked out. Vincent happened to see us looking at him. He immediately stopped his temper and his tone was not as angry and loud as before.

"Jasmine, why is Christopher so attached to you? He even betrayed you. Are you really stupid enough to count money for him?" Vincent asked me in a low and unwilling tone.

I smiled wryly, but I didn't want to say too much. I just sighed briefly and said. "We are not as simple as you think. Divorce is a very complicated thing..."

"What's so complicated? Come on, sign the agreement and say goodbye. I don't think you're willing to part with him, right?" Vincent saw that what I said was extremely ambiguous and his eyes filled with anger.

He was so angry that he grabbed my arm and threatened me in a low voice. "Jasmine, there's a limit for me to tell you that. Don't make me angry!"

I thought it was my home, so he didn't dare to do anything. He deliberately said."Mr. Lopez, how dare you? Why not go to the kitchen and kill me with a knife now?"

"Bastard!" Vincent was about to die from anger. He flung away his hand, but his eyes filled with determination. "I came here today to ask for an answer. If you don't give it to me, I have a thousand ways to make you automatically divorce Christopher!"

The way he said it made sense. Suddenly, I felt scared. This man was arrogant. I forgot that he always wanted it and would never wait until tomorrow.

"You, what the hell do you want to do?" I asked him in a low voice with a little panic in my heart.

Seeing that I finally felt a little afraid, Vincent sneered and said to me. "I want you and Christopher to sever ties. From now on, you can only be my woman!"

"Don't tease me, Vincent. You know Christopher won't let me off so easily!" I had no choice but to use Christopher as an excuse.

However, Vincent smiled even more proudly. "If you're just worried about Christopher, that's not a problem. He's never a problem between us. If he wants money, I'll give him money. As long as he's willing to let go, I'll give him as much money as he wants!"

"Enough! I'm not here for sale!" Vincent might have said that to express his freedom, but it sounded so ironic. Was I a good for sale at will, which was clearly marked?"

Vincent was stunned for a moment, probably because he could tell that I was working hard. Then he lowered his head and tried to comfort me. "Jasmine, you know that's not what I meant. I..."

When Vincent's explained half the words, the hosue door suddenly rang, temporarily interrupting our conversation. It turned out that my father returned from grocery.

Seeing that my dad was back, Vincent swallowed the rest of his words and stood up to help my dad take things. He also said to my dad. "Uncle, why did you buy so many things? If I had known that I would drive you there, you wouldn't be so tired!"

My dad looked at Vincent next to him strangely and asked."Is the black Bentley parked downstairs yours?"

Our housing estate was a relatively middle-class residential place, so cars could be driven in from the outside. Maybe the Bentley from Vincent is too dazzling, so my father saw it the first time he went downstairs.

Vincent's Bentley was at least three million. This was just one of his cars. But in a four-tier small city like ours, it was very eye-catching.

Vincent nodded slightly and replied to my father without arrogance or impatience. "Yes, Uncle!"

My dad took a very strange look at Vincent. He didn't say anything good or bad, but I could see a trace of hesitation towards Vincent in his eyes.

My dad nodded to Vincent and then said politely. "You and Jasmine can sit in the living room for a while. I'll cook for you!"

After that, he took the food to the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen, he whispered something to my mother. I didn't hear clearly, but I could feel that he was discussing Vincent with my mother. Vincent seemed to have seen through the change in his father's attitude towards him, so he asked me in a low voice. "Is your father unhappy?"

I forced a hollow laugh and said to him. "Maybe, maybe he thinks you are too rich!"

Now it was Vincent's turn to be surprised. "My father doesn't like me because I'm rich?"

Perhaps in his thought, if any parent would hope their daughters to have a rich and powerful man as their husband. But our family was actually an exception!¶¶¶¶¶¶☐☐