Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

Hidden truths

Damien had a smirk on his face as he pressed a few buttons on his mother’s MacBook. “You are lucky I’m a good son, and can guess my mother’s password.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please!”

He snickered, shaking his head. He leaned back on the chair and relaxed on it. In the room’s silence and with my nerves all over the place, I finally gave in to the desire I had stopped myself from having for a long time. I looked at Damien. I really looked at him.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

His long dark hair was packed in a ponytail today, and I just now noticed his defined cheekbones and soft red lips. His eyes looked like they could hypnotize a woman into doing anything he wanted. The sun seeping in through the window made his tanned skin glow. He was truly the prince of New Everest. Royalty.

Though the people in New Everest don’t take it to heart, we have a Royal family-a celebratory throne. When Damien’s mother divorced King Abel De Lores, Damien took her side and renounced his place on the throne. Now, there was no heir to the throne because he had only a sister, and women couldn’t sit there. I can’t believe New Everest still embraces such a patriarchal monarchy system.

The added title of being the crown prince of New Everest made Damien more attractive to everyone but me. Even as he was helping me with a smile, I still wanted to smack him badly. His grin was unsettling me.

Why’s he even grinning?

Why’s he happy?

We were both breaking the rules. I was dying of anxiety, and he just looked calm.

Perhaps because he has more powers than you.

“I’ve found her file. It’s best you look it over from the computer. My mum will notice if the files are touched, and I don’t think she will like it. I warn you, Samantha. Do not transfer these files, or you will get caught!”

“I won’t,” I assured him.

I exhaled loudly, standing up. I turned around so I could check the files. Unlike what I expected, he stood up to give me my privacy. He went to the library on the other side of the office and took out a book. I didn’t think he read. I suspected that he was just flipping through the pages without reading it. I ignored him.

I perched on the chair and turned to the MacBook.

At first, there was nothing particular about her file; it was just like the other pupils’ files, stating their name, blood group, infirmities, genotype, and all further details.

An additional unnamed file on top of hers caught my eye.

I opened it. It contained Holland’s pre-nursery details.

“Seen what you are looking for?” Damien asked, startling me. I guess he read the surprised expression on my face.

“Ugh. I don’t know.”

Unlike the first file, where in the space of infirmities, there was the inability to speak and possible dumbness of the pupil, in this, there was no infirmity stated. That only meant one thing: she could talk when she first entered the school, and her muteness was not from birth like her father wanted me to believe.

If her muteness was not from birth, what other reason did she have to be mute? Could it be trauma? Just like I had always suspected. I remember even telling my brother the same. The question hit me like a bomb. I was sure now more than ever that my suspicions were not unjustified. I closed the file, jumping up immediately after I was done.

“I’ll be leaving now. Thanks.” I told Damien.

“I see you found what you were looking for,” Damien asked, closing the book he was reading. He glanced at me, his eyes filled with questions and suspicion.

“I wasn’t looking for anything. I wanted to know more about her since I was hired to care for her.” I replied. I was so eager to leave now. My thoughts were all over the place.

I didn’t need someone intruding into them.

“You’ve taken quite an interest in Holland that you are willing to break so many rules. One might start to think she is your daughter.” Damien smirked, moving closer to me. “That’s what I love the most about you, the way you love children, especially Holland.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care what you love about me.” I hissed.

He ignored me, continuing to look at me thoughtfully. The smug smile on his face infuriated me. “Or maybe you have an interest in being her mother or her stepmother, as the case might be. Is Holland the one you are going to babysit or her father?”

“Oh, shut up.”

He chuckled. I was fuming, and he found it amusing. How annoying!

I’ll never understand how he pulls women. He was the most annoying man ever. “Stop saying nonsense. God, you are so annoying! I will babysit Holland, and I have no interest in her father. I love children, and she’s a child, and I love her too. That’s it! So stop seeing foul play where there is none. Not everyone is like you!” I ranted.

He laughed, folding his arms. He watched me like some form of entertainment for him. “Trust me, everyone has a little bit of me in them.”

I scoffed. ” I don’t. ”

“Believe what you must”

“I don’t care.” I hissed, rushing to the door. If I don’t get away from Damien now, I might fight him.

In anger, I opened the door of the office. What I wanted to do now was to let out a gut-wrenching scream, but then I was still in school.

As I opened the door, Damien closed it with a hand on the handle.

“I have thought about what I want in return for my favor.”