partnered with the Billionaire

Selina's POV I frequently feel butterflies in my stomach. To be honest, a lot of things may give me butterflies in my gut. anything offers me something without adding s*x or love. Clubbing does. When I'm with my closest buddy, it does. Joy does. Nevertheless, the information in front of me is unquestionably one of the things that neither thrills nor excites me about whatever I have never done before or am going to do. This is not what I had anticipated occurring. My jaw is still hanging open because I'm still in disbelief that this is the path my life has taken. Mother pats my thighs softly and assures me everything is good. "Selina, we know this is coming as a shock to you, but it's for the best," she explains. With a disappointed look, my father is seated across from me. He looks to be more exposed than previously. "We have to salvage your father's faltering company. After a thorough debate, we felt that you needed to be notified about it. You two should get together, in my perspective, so you may spend more time getting to know one another." I've struck my breaking point. Not because I have a partner. But I don't want somebody making choices about my life or how I should live. I startled her by telling her, "No, mother," fairly unexpectedly. I lift my head to meet hers. "I am not meeting anyone and that is final." Father shouts, "Selina," in a forceful tone. It's about me, not about them. I'm twenty-three years old; come on. I've been engaged to this guy my whole life; how am I supposed to comprehend this? I have a connection to someone. I'm pleased with my life. a life that provides me pleasure and happiness. I'm not doing this, however. Yes, I do say, "Dad, I'm not doing this." truly. "I am free to determine whether or not to meet my assumed spouse during my lifetime. I'm dating, for crying out loud." I didn't plan to shout at my father, but I'm doing so now. "I won't let you speak of my husband that way, you silly girl," my mother passionately scolds me, her hands sliding away from my thighs. Did she just back her husband? Last night they were at each other's throats, and I never even considered asking why. It's their rubbish, not mine, hence I have no right to assist in their concerns. Since his firm folded, my mother and father have not been on good terms. Mother is having a lot of difficulties adapting to this new lifestyle he is offering us. In spite of my early challenges, I have no issue adapting to new conditions. Getting acclimated to middle-class life has been one of the easier things for me. "Really?" I flashed a sarcastic glare at her. "In actuality. Do you wish to live a life similar to this one for yourself? Since when did we truly go shopping? When was the last time we celebrated on a huge scale, like we used to? I know that this isn't what you wish. "No," I answered with a chuckle. This is clearly not what I want. I should carry on living this life because my mother wishes for it. All I want are butterflies. being present all the time. William needs to quit cheating on me. Getting married to total strangers at my age is not something I want to do. She continues, "You need to help your father, princess," as she starts speaking to me in that tone. She always gets me to do what she wants with her calming, enticing voice. "Your dad needs this aid. The Andrew family will not aid us until, as promised, we marry you to their son. You'll like him if you give him a chance. "I have a BOYFRIEND, mother!" I scream, springing from the couch with my chest heaving. "I have a boyfriend, for Goodness sake." "The same one who is always cheating on you with other girls?" She immediately backhands me up to reach my height. Why is that? How did she know about William's adultery? He vowed to change, so I gave him another opportunity. However, I bumped into him again two nights ago, but this time, he had a recognized face. She's one of those people who always makes me feel amazing and tingles my spine. She was with my boyfriend, having s*x. I witnessed them in the act at a party that the same lady who I saw with my boyfriend invited me to. I must have promised them a gratuity when I told them I would be running late, allowing them to do the assignment ahead of me. This masterpiece must have taken a very long time to create. It made me weep. I cried. But I'm a strong girl, too. I waited all night for William to call because he generally apologizes after he goes. Not until his early-dawn SMS arrived yesterday morning. He apologized for his error. I'm sure Sharon lured him in since she's always been a seductress. I promise to make sure Sharon regrets having s*x with my partner, even if I don't want to see her ever again. William is still my love. What occurred two nights ago has no influence on that reality. Just because he was with my best pal doesn't mean I'll let him go. She cannot have him, I vow. William and I are still together while I wait for him to gain the guts to come beg for assistance. This particular moment. "That i***t that keeps hurting you?" My mother has been talking more recently. "Are you even acquainted with what you're doing?"You continue to forgive him even if he constantly betrays you?" Who informed her of this information? I marvel at myself, tears threatening to break from my eyes. Was Sharon there? Despite their closeness, Sharon and my mother speak about anything and everything. My closest companion is Sharon. Has she informed my mom about William's extramarital affair? I know now why my mother is so delighted that I'm leaving William, even though she's always loathed him and wanted me to leave. Her yearning to have him all to herself will not go away. "We are offering you a good life," she continues. "This man is affluent and attractive. He is the youngest billionaire in New York. What other activities would you want to pursue?" "What do I want?" I give her the finger signal in answer to her inquiry. "What I want is for you two to stop interfering with my life." She's astonished that I'm talking to her in such a manner. Dad is discreetly observing us. I turn to exit after giving Mother a short look, but her voice stops me. "Selina, you have to come to grips with your marriage to Frank. Since the two of you have been engaged since you were tiny children, I won't allow you to make a dumb choice when he is plainly better than your unfaithful husband." I can't help but go back and tell her how William makes me feel again. This isn't just about butterflies. That is not how things operate. I want to convey how much of a fine guy William is, and how much I adore him. Even if his riches may not be as vast as this so-called billionaire's, he is a genuine guy. With a single aim in mind, I depart the living room and walk for the front door, failing to finish the job at hand. He will return to me. But Sharon won't. If you have a cheating partner who is also cheating on you with your closest friend, what would you do? VOTE and COMMENT