Beautiful Billionaire's Revenge: The Carter Brothers, #3

By Rachel Foster

Noah is pissed and wants revenge on Addison's father because he took 100 million dollars from him. The only way he can think to do that is to have Addison kidnapped. He has her put in his guest house and puts ankle shock bracelets on her that extremely shock if she goes out of the house. He treats her well and ensures that she is well taken care of. But she believes he is her guard and not the person who planned this. She treats him great too hoping he will let her go thinking he's her guard. They become close and begin a relationship. But what will happen when she finally discovers he is behind everything and the reason why? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: 3rd Publishing
• Release date: Mar 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215436462

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Beautiful Billionaire's Revenge

Rachel Foster

Copyright © 2018 by Rachel Foster

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Beautiful Billionaire's Revenge

Beautiful Billionaire's Revenge

1

Addison

I

smoothed down my hair, flicked away a clump in my mascara, and stood back so that I could get a look at myself in the mirror. Yes. Okay. I was ready to do this. I was ready to tell the man that I loved that I wanted to marry him.

I could hardly believe that this was actually happening. But it was. Trevor was going to ask me to be his wife, I was sure of it. He had picked this restaurant that I had mentioned to him before for our date this evening, this restaurant that I had told him I would have wanted to go to if I was going to get proposed to. There was no way that he would have forgotten that. He knew what that place meant to me, and he was going to show me that he was finally ready to settle down.

God, how long had I been waiting for this? I was only twenty, but I had been counting down the days with abandon since the moment I turned thirteen. I just wanted to find someone who loved me for me, someone who was willing to stick things out with me even though my father...

Well, even though my father, in general, to be honest.

I knew how off-putting he could be. I knew, because most of my boyfriends so far had broken up with me telling me that they didn’t want to have anything to do with him any longer. How many of them had he ruined for me? How many of them had he scared off for good? I hated it. I hated how he treated me, as though I was nothing more than a little girl in constant need of his protection.

I just want you to have someone who’s good enough for you, he told me, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him.

But I don’t get to decide that, do I? I replied, trying to keep my voice calm even though I felt like I was going to scream. I was sixteen or so when we had that conversation, and he had chased away the guy who was going to take me to junior prom. I couldn’t count how many clashes we’d had over the last few years about the men that I had been dating. Sure, he had been right about a few of them, but I wanted to be the one to find that out for myself. I didn’t want to have to listen to him telling me that this was what I needed, that this was what I deserved, that this was who I could do better than. I could have brought home a member of the damn royal family, and he still would have brushed it off and told me that I should have been looking for someone with some real prospects.

I know what it was about. It wasn’t hard to break down the logic behind what had happened when I was a kid, and trace it down to now. I mean, sure, I was studying psychology, but I could have figured it out if I had been flipping burgers at a diner.

When I was five, my mom had gotten sick. Really sick. Really fast. The kind of sick that you don’t get better from. I could still remember the atmosphere around the house, the weight of it all as I tried to wrap my little tiny brain around all of it. It just didn’t make any sense to me. My mom was my mom, and she was going to be around forever. But then, suddenly, that was torn away from me, and I had to face up to the reality of the situation – that she wasn’t going to be around forever, and that, in fact, it looked as though she would hardly make it to the end of the year.

It had hit my dad hardest. Kids are malleable, in a way – they'll sit there and take whatever you throw at them, even if it’s something that would fuck up a grown adult. I was sad, of course, and that grief followed me for a long time, and I missed my mom more than I missed anyone else in the world. But for my father, it sent his whole life crashing down around him, and nothing was going to piece that together again.

He had never signed up to be a single parent. It wasn’t what he knew. He’d come from a family of conservatives, the types who thought that a dad shouldn’t change a diaper if he had the option. And, much as he had tried not to let it get under his skin, I knew that he felt as though he was failing me when he couldn’t give me everything that my mom had been able to. He couldn’t help me through puberty, he couldn’t help me much with my schoolwork, and I knew that he would have done anything to make sure that I didn’t go anywhere. That he never had to fear losing me the way that he had lost her.

I felt for him, I did, but sometimes, as I got older, I just wanted to grab him by the shoulders and tell him that I wasn’t going anywhere. But that wouldn’t have worked, even if I’d had the nerve to tell him that to his face. He needed to exert what little control he could over the situation, and that meant making sure that I never got too far from the fold.

Which, of course, meant that he had to keep an eye on every single guy that I was dating. Even the ones I didn’t bring home, he seemed to know about, and he would find something wrong with them sooner rather than later. No matter how many times I tried to tell him that it was up to me who I spent my life with, he would make comments and drop threats and scare off the boys that I had fallen in love with, and soon enough, I would find myself alone again. Except for him.

But that was going to change with Trevor, I could feel it. We had been seeing each other nearly six months now, and I could hardly believe that he was already ready to propose to me. It was probably a little soon, but I wanted to get that ring on my finger before my father did something to scare him off. I had warned Trevor about my dad, and he had laughed it off. Maybe that was a good sign...?

I headed out to the restaurant so that I could meet him, and I looked out of the window and onto the lights of the city in front of me. This was the last time that I would be looking upon them as a single woman. I could hardly wait to walk out, hand-in-hand with him, and show the world that someone was actually willing to marry me...

I was led to our table as soon as I arrived, and when I got there, Trevor looked totally nervous. I wanted to lean over and tell him that he had nothing to worry about, I was totally going to say yes, but that would have spoiled the surprise, wouldn’t it?

Hey, I greeted him, and he managed to smile at me.

Oh, hey, he replied, and his eyes darted this way and that. Okay, he was starting to freak me out a little bit. What was on his mind? How long was he going to make me wait before he popped the question? I wished it was okay for me to just come out and ask him, but I didn’t want to ruin whatever he had planned.

So, why did you pick this place for tonight? I prompted him, a smile on my face, knowing that he was going to finally give me the answer that I wanted.

Uh, because I didn’t want to ruin any place you actually liked, he replied. My stomach dropped.

What are you talking about? I murmured, my voice sticking in my throat.

Addison, look, I’ve had a really good time with you, he explained. Jesus, fuck, no. I had heard this so many times before and had prayed that I never would again.

Why did you bring me here? I blurted out.

He sighed. I don’t think we should see each other anymore, he explained, and I felt the tears prick my eyes. I had gotten all dressed up, all ready to go and show off and have a good time and...and he was telling me that this was it? He was ending things? The longest relationship I’d ever had, and he was breaking things off?

But I thought you were going to propose, I muttered, and his eyes widened. I almost thought that he was going to laugh at me for being so silly.

No, I’m not going to propose, he replied, shaking his head. Your father...I spoke to your father, he reached out to me. And he made it pretty clear that he thinks that I should be focusing on something else right now. I don’t want to get between you and your family, Addison, that’s just not fair-

I told you, he does this to everyone I date, I replied. It’s not about you; it’s about me. I want someone to come between the two of us, maybe that way he would actually accept that I’m not some little girl he can just control anymore-

Look, you guys have stuff to figure out, sure, he replied bluntly, and I could already see him looking around, searching for an excuse to get out of there. But I don’t want to get in the middle of it. You’ll find someone who can handle it, I’m sure...

He was just stringing me along now, telling me what he thought that I wanted to hear so that I wouldn’t start crying right there in the middle of the restaurant and make a fool of him. He had never been much at dealing with emotions, and I was pretty sure he would have just got up and left had I actually started weeping.

Fine, I snapped back at him. He didn’t want me to cry? That was fine. I would get the hell out of here instead. Anger was easier for me than sadness was, anyway, and I didn’t want to have to listen to another word of him basically admitting that he had taken my father’s advice over mine. He had never really wanted me, anyway. If he had, he would never have let my father get in the way of us.

I rose to my feet and turned to march out of the restaurant. I would have to walk home since I couldn’t afford another cab. I took off my heels and started in my bare feet down the sidewalk and in the direction of my home.

I could feel a few people looking at me, but I didn’t care. If one of them wanted to say something to me, then they could try it and I would bite their heads off. I was ready to take on the world right then, and not in a good way. If anyone wanted to start with me, I would be ready to lash back because I was so fucking sick and tired of everything that my father had done and everything that he had put me through. And I was over and out when it came to pretending that I could live with his interfering for a moment longer.

I looked out on to the streets before me as I stopped to stuff my shoes into my bag. Well, I was back on them again, and still as single as I had been before. Nothing ever changed. Nothing ever changed.

2

Noah

I

paced back and forth as I waited to hear from my accountant, checking my phone over and over again, wondering how long it was going to be before I heard from him.

It felt like days had passed since I had heard his voice last, but it had really only been a few hours. I should have been focused on Lawrie’s wedding, but now that it was behind me, I just wanted to get back to reality and focus on what had to come next: Work.

And besides, something stung about the fact that Lawrie had gotten married before I had. Especially to a friend of mine. Not that I wasn’t happy for them, because I was, but I had always thought that I was the more mature out of the two of us – that I would be the one to make sure that I settled down before he did. But he had shown me, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was ready to settle in to what I had wanted all this time. While I was out here trying to work out where in the fucking hell my money had gone to.

Investing. That was what I had been advised to do with the billions my parents had left to me and each of my brothers. They were all off having fun with it, starting businesses, travelling, everything, but I had decided to be sensible and to invest the money because that’s what I needed to do in order to keep it ticking over. I wanted to see it turn into more, more, more, and that meant doing everything I could to double or even triple the amount that I already had in my account.

But, since I was new to all of this, I had reached out to a firm to help with the investment. Denis Investments – they had been recommended to me by another friend of mine, someone who knew how the markets worked and who promised me that this guy was going to be able to make my money blossom into even more than I could imagine.

Maybe I was greedy. Maybe that was why I was having to pay for this with all this stress. Maybe I should have been happy with the amount that I had, and maybe that should have been enough. It was more than enough for most people to live on, anyway – I knew that there would be dozens of people in this very city who would have thrown their hands up and quit their jobs if they had gotten wind of even a sniff of the money that I had to my name right now. But no, of course, I’d had to go looking for more – and look where it had gotten me.

Finally, my phone rang, and I