Mr billionaire finale

MR BILLIONAIRE💰💵💵
🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻EPISODE 37 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻
 
 
 
“Bye” I waved at Nadia as I sat, inside the car,
next to Aaron. She smiled and waved back
before the chauffeur drove the car away
from her ap@rtment and towards uncle
Williams’ mansion, where the p@rty was held.
It’s been just a few hours that our flight
landed in California and before I attend the
p@rty, I wanted to pay a surprise visit to
Nadia.
She was so surprised, and at the same time
happy, seeing me at her ap@rtment. I wanted
to stay there longer and talk to her about so
much but couldn’t, as we have a p@rty to
attend.
The best p@rt was when, Aaron told her about
the downfall of the Marshall family and that
the p@rty was for the same, she got so
excited that she requested me to tag her
along, but as soon as I mentioned Dylan was
the host, she wasn’t interested in it anymore.
“It would have been fun if she c@m£ along
with us. Why do you have to mention about
Vanas-sche to her?” Aaron asked, ma-king me
come out of my thoughts.
“Fun for just you, Mr. Woodwords. They both
will kill me if I try to pl@ycu-pid with them” I
rolled my eyes.
“I wasn’t talking about the cu-pid game. It’s
just…” he was saying but I cut him off.
“It’s just you want to irritate Dylan”.
“In a way” he said with a sheepish grin, that
f0rç£d me to smile.
Though Dylan and Aaron may not like each
other much but they have bonded very nicely
over getting James behind the bars and
finding my mother.
Melissa, Aaron’s PI, is working with Dylan’s
detectives and they are trying their best to get
some clues about mom. They got a bit of
information about her from some people,
living around the place, James gave me the
address of. They say, she used to live in that
small house and not talk to anyone and then
one night she left, some 7 years ago, and
never c@m£ back. The detectives are doing
every possible thing to find her but we’re still
not sure whether they will be able find her or
not.
The car st©pped outside uncle Williams’
mansion and Aaron quic-kly got down and
c@m£ towards me. I placed my hand in his
and stepped out of the car. There were a lot
of reporters of different news channels who,
as soon as saw us, started cl!çk!ng our
pictures.
Ignoring them, we walked inside. Dylan
engulfed me in a warm hvg and shook hands
with Aaron before taking us to meet uncle
Williams and aunt Jenna.
“Caro, my little girl!” Uncle Williams said as
we walked towards him.
It’s been a decade since I last saw uncle
Williams and aunt Jenna. I lost contact with
them after mom was gone. Though, I used to
talk to Dylan and he used to give me upd@t£s
about them but I never got any chance to talk
to them myself. Even on my wedding day,
they couldn’t be pres£nt there as uncle
Williams wasn’t well.
“It’s so nice to meet you both after such a
long time” I said and hvgged both of them.
“We missed you, dear” aunt Jenna said with a
motherly smile.
“Me too” I replied.
Uncle shook his hands with Aaron and
congratulated him about James. It’s crazy,
how everyone is so happy that James is
finally behind the bars. Not like I want
anything better for him or not like I pity him,
but the amount of hatred people have for
him is unbelievable.
Dylan excused himself and went to attend
other guests while Aaron and I stayed with
uncle Williams and aunt Jenna, talking about
random things.
“I’ve met you quite a many times before but
that was because of business, now you’re
meeting me as my little girl’s husband.
Though, I know you love her and all but, dare
you hurt her. Ever” Uncle Williams said,
sternly.
He always treated me like his own daughter.
Whenever, mom and I used to visit him, he
tried to give me as much love as possible, he
used to put me before Dylan because he
knew how bad James was.
After mom was gone, uncle Williams and
aunt Jenna tried their best to adopt me but
they couldn’t as James is my biological
father and he had an upper hand.
Though my childhood wasn’t as good as it
should be but the time I spent with Dylan and
his family was the best.
“I won’t ever, sir. You don’t nee-d to worry”
Aaron said, confidently.
Uncle smiled and Aaron nodded at him. A
slow music started to pl@yin the background
and Aaron took my hand in his and guided
me towards the dance floor.
“Mr. Woodwords?” Someone called from
behind and we st©pped in our tracks.
Turning around, we saw a bald man coming
towards us. He shook hands with Aaron and
greeted me with a smile on his face.
“Good evening, Mrs Woodwords”.
“Good evening” I replied with a slight nod.
“Caroline, he’s Mr. Drake Martin. He owns
some very famous art galleries in New York”
Aaron said.
“Oh, that’s great! I love art too” I said to Mr.
Martin and shook hands with him.
“It’ll be an amazing experience to work with
you Mrs. Woodwords” he said. Not knowing
how to react, I just pas-sed a smile and looked
at Aaron with a confused look.
“We’ll contact you about the details soon”
Aaron said to Mr. Martin.
He win-ked at me and took my hand in his
again, “excuse us” he said and moved
towards the dance floor.
I wra-pped my hands around his n£¢k while
he sn-ked his arms around my w@!st and we
started swaying to the music.
“What was that?” I asked him, raising my
brows in question.
“Let the world welcome a new artist” he said
with a mischievous sm-irk.
“Me? But I’m not that good”.
“You are”.
“I’m not. I’m not re-ady yet” I whispered.
Every artist dreams of this day, when their
creation will be put before the world to
admire and praise but, I don’t think I’m re-ady.
I still have to learn so much more, there is
so much I am yet to discover about art.
Painting and showing it to Aaron is different
and painting and showing it to the world is
different.
“You are. I believe in you, Caroline” Aaron
said, “and I’m not saying it just because I love
you and I want to see you succeed in life. I
admit I know nothing about art but I see the
pas-sion in your eyes when you work on the
canvas. You just don’t do it for yourself and I
know this, you feel you’re living your
mother’s dream when you’re painting”.
I looked at him in awe as he said those
words. That was the little piece of
information I never shared with him. Mom
taught me about art because she wanted me
to fulfill the dream, she never could, because
of James. Painting for sure gives me
immense plea-sure but it’s not just because I
love art but because I love my mother more.
“How do you know about it?” I tried to speak
louder but it c@m£ out like a whisper.
“You told me your mother loved art but could
never pursue it as a career. The first painting
you made was of your mother. Isn’t it enough
to know?” He said in an obvious tone.
“No. It’s not. That was something I never
shared with anyone” I pouted.
“Actions speaks louder than words” he said
with a wi-nk.
“True” I said and moved closer to him.
His phone inside the coat pocket started to
vibr@te and I looked up at him. He moved a
bit back and took out the phone from his
pocket, with a pissed off look.
“If it’s not important. You’re fired” Aaron said
to whosoever was on the other side of the
phone.
“Are you sure?” He asked. Taking my hand,
he took me towards uncle Williams while still
talking on the phone.
“Fine. We’re coming” he said and finally put
his phone back in his pocket.
“Caroline, I nee-d to go and it’s urgent.
Nothing to worry, I’ll explain about it later.
Stay with them until I come back. Okay?” He
said and then looked at uncle Williams, “take
care of her”.
“But, where are you going?” I asked in a
concerned voice.
“Police Station” he said, then planted a soft
k!sson my forehead and walked towards the
exit.
He st©pped near the door to talk to Dylan
before both of them walked out, hurriedly.
What the hell is going on?!
“Where did they go?” Aunt Jenna asked me.
“I have the same question” I sighed.
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I tried to call Aaron’s number but he didn’t
answer, even Dylan wasn’t answering his
phone. It’s been 4 hours now since they both
left and they didn’t even call any of us for
once.
Uncle Williams and aunt Jenna are attending
the guests, who are now leaving, while I’m
standing at a corner with my phone in my
hand.
They both c@m£ towards me as the last guest
walked out and asked me if any of them
answered their phone.
“No. They didn’t. Why do they have to act so
dramatically. Idiots!” I said and stomped my
foot on the ground.
“Calm down, Caro” aunt Jenna said, placing
her hand on my shoulder. My concern for
them was now turning into anger.
They went to the police station, maybe it is
something about James and the two women
but they could have just called any one of us
and told us about the situation, but no! Why
will they!
We heard some footsteps and turned to look
towards the entrance, hoping it to be Aaron
and Dylan. I sighed when I saw Dylan enter
with a few men walking behind him.
“Where were you?” Aunt Jenna asked angrily.
“Police station” he said simply.
“Where’s Aaron?” I asked when I didn’t see
him, enter the hall, behind Dylan.
“His car was just behind ours and met with
an accident. Fortunately, he died” Dylan said
but the next moment Aaron entered with
another group of men and women following
him.
“Unfortunately, Vanas-sche. It’s unfortunately”
Aaron said.
“Why don’t you disown him alre-ady, aunt
Jenna?” I said glaring at Dylan.
My attention was soon diverted towards the
woman who was walking beside Aaron. She
was wearing worn out clothes, her blonde
hair were a mess and she looked as pale as
a corpse.
I stared at her carefully as there was
something familiar about her.
“I know she looks different. Even I was
shocked when I saw her” Dylan said with a
smile on his face.
Without wasting another second, I ran
towards her and hvgged her as ti-ght as I
could. She hvgged me back and started to
cry.
I can’t believe I’m seeing her again. She is
back and she’s hvgging me. Opening my
eyes, I saw Aaron, with blurry vision,
standing behind, with a smile plastered on his
li-ps.
I tried to speak and say something but no
words left my mouth.
“I’m sorry, Caro” she said finally breaking the
hvg and cu-pping my cheeks with her weak
hands.
“You don’t nee-d to be, mom” I said between
my sobs and hvgged her again.
I was shivering, my hands, my entire b©dy
was shivering because I still couldn’t believe
that this was actually happening.
After I don’t know how long, I broke the hvg
and looked at my mother’s face. She looked
so weak and different. Her brown hair were
now dyed to blonde, her eyes were sulking
inside the skull, there were so many wrinkles
on her face. She looked so different that no
one could identify her at first look.
“What happened to you, mom?” I asked. I
stepped back when I saw uncle Williams and
aunt Jenna looking at mom. They c@m£
towards her and hvgged her.
“Where were you, all this while, Isabelle?”
Aunt Jenna asked mom.
“After that night when James dragged me out
of his house” she said looking at me with
watery eyes, “I stayed outside, hoping maybe
he will change his mind and take me in or
maybe he’ll allow me to take Caro with me.
He c@m£ out after half an hour, I pleaded
him but he didn’t give me an ear. He warned
me, if I didn’t go away he’ll kill Caro. I was
so scared that I ran to the police station but
unfortunately a few men c@m£ there and
st©pped the cops. It was later, I got to know
that they were s£nt by a woman named
Juliea, James new wife. I took a small
ap@rtment at rent near his house, hoping that
someday I’ll be able to get Caro out of it but
it was after a few weeks, I realized that a few
men and even some cops, whom James paid,
used or roam around my house, so I ran
away. I changed my name and changed the
way I looked so that he couldn’t find me. I’m
sorry, Caro. I left you alone with that man”
she said and started to cry.
I walked towards her and wra-pped my arms
around her shoulders, “don’t cry, mom.
Everything is good now. He’s behind the
bars”.
“Where did you find her?” Uncle Williams
asked.
“She used to live in a small house in a
village near California, not talking to anyone,
selling her paintings, every week, to a man
who used to pay a very small amount to her
for them. She saw a magazine with the
headline about James Marshall and how he
has been s£nt behind the bars, so she went
to the cops to ask for help” Aaron explained.
“You don’t nee-d to worry Isabelle. We’re here
for you now” Uncle Williams said. She smiled
sightly and nodded her head.
“And you can even visit the j£rk family if you
want. I can make arrangements” Dylan said.
“You should” Aaron spoke.
“I’m really happy for you Dylan, when the
cops said you’re a billionaire, I was really
shocked” she said to Dylan and then turned to
look at Aaron, “Thank you for what you did
for my daughter”.
“No nee-d to thank me ma’am. She’s my wife
and she’s a beautiful person who deserves
nothing but the best” Aaron said, ma-king me
smile.
After a few more talks, aunt Jenna took mom
with her to show her, her room and give new
clothes to her.
Uncle Williams and Dylan walked out with the
group of men, talking about something. I
walked towards Aaron and smiled to my
fullest, “I’m tired of saying thank you to you”.
“Then don’t, anyway your mom went to the
cops. I didn’t do anything” he said, with a
confused expression.
“I know, but you tried your best to find her
and you changed my life and made it so
much better” I said, genuinely.
“If that’s the case, you shouldn’t say thank
you to me at all”.
“Why?”
“Because this is just the beginning” he said
with a wi-nk. I smiled and literally jumped on
him and hvgged him
 
FINAL EPISODE
TITLE:💵💵💰MR BILLIONAIRE💰💵💵
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🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻EPISODE 38 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻
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**** AARON’S POV ****
I looked at my watch for the umpteenth time
today. It’s been just a few hours that I c@m£
to my office, but it feels like I’ve been here
since forever.
Picking up another file from the desk, I tried
to re-ad it but the words made no s-en-se. I
threw it back on the desk and closed my
eyes.
“Come in” I ordered, as I heard a knock on
my cabin door. Carter entered, with a bundle
of files in his hand and kept them on my
desk.
“What are these?” I asked.
“Sir, the deal for which we all were working
so ha-rd since the past few days is finalized.
Here are the papers, you just nee-d to sign
them” he said, proudly.
If he had said it some other day or time, I
would have appreciated him, but not today.
I’m not interested in anything at this moment.
“Fine. You may leave”. He seemed a bit
shocked hearing my tone but not having any
other option, he nodded his head and turned
to leave.
“Actually, wait” I said, st©pping him in his
tracks by my words, “cancel all my meeting
for today and if anything important comes
up, just message it to me”.
“Okay, sir” he said.
I stood up from my chair, picked up my coat,
that was dR@p£d around the chair, and walked
towards the building’s exit.
Sitting inside my car, I told the chauffeur to
drive back home.
I didn’t do any work today, just sat inside my
cabin the entire day and worry about her. I
knew this was going to happen, so, in the
morning, I decided to take a day off but she
f0rç£d me to go to my office and not neglect
my work because of her.
Caroline is pregnant and today, in the
morning, she was feeling very uneasy. I took
her to the doctor immediately where the doc
informed, that she just nee-d to rest and eat
more.
Though, I’ve asked Nina and other people
working in the house to take special care of
her, but I don’t trust anyone, not even
Caroline herself, when it comes to her health.
As the car st©pped outside our house, I
quic-kly got out and walked towards our
be-droom with long strides.
Caroline wasn’t there, neither she was inside
the bathroom. I sighed and walked
downstairs, towards her studio.
She has another one of her exhibition the
following week and she’s been working very
ha-rd for it. I strictly ordered her not to move
out of the be-droom and take rest, but she
never listens.
Reaching her studio, I st©pped as I saw her
working on the canvas. Her hands were
covered in paint and her hair was tied up in a
bun, supported by two paintbrushes.
I leaned on the wall and smiled seeing her
work on another one of her masterpiece. I
had no interest in art earlier, but this woman
made me fall for everything she loves. Now,
I love art. I love to just stare at her, when
she is so engrossed in her art work that she
doesn’t even realize, I’m looking at her.
I moved towards her and hvgged her from
behind, my hands encircling her 3 month old
baby bu-mp.
“Oh God, Aaron. You scared me” she said but
leaned onto me, the next moment.
“You know, you should be taking rest at this
time” I said, removing the paintbrushes from
her hair, ma-king them fall around her face.
“I’m fine now, don’t worry. I was really bored,
just lying there and doing nothing, so I
decided to complete this painting. Remember
I have this exhibition the next week” she tried
to convince me.
“Yeah. I remember, but your health comes
first and if you’ll neglect your health, then
believe me when I say, I’ll call Martin and tell
him to postpone this event” I said, in a stern
voice.
“He won’t postpone it. He’ll face a big loss if
he did anything like that. Nice try, Mr.
Woodwords” she giggled and turned towards
me.
“Not even if I pay him for that loss?” I said,
with a sm-irk.
She stared at my face with a very
disappointed look and I know this is when her
pregnancy hor-mones kick in, “you’ve changed
Aaron. How can you do this to me? You know
how important these exhibitions are for me”.
“I was just kidding” I cu-mpped her cheeks and
k!$$£d her forehead.
“Really?” She pouted.
“Yeah” I as-sured her, “and I’m thinking to take
you out for dinner. Not today, because you
nee-d to take rest. We may go out tomorrow”.
“No, not tomorrow. We’re going to visit your
dad, tomorrow” she said and turned around to
focus on her painting.
“But tomorrow isn’t Sunday” I said, totally
confused.
Every Sunday, we go to visit dad at his
mansion. At first, I had no idea of why
Caroline f0rç£s me to take her to meet my
dad but now I know why she was doing it.
She just wanted me to communicate with dad
as much as possible and sort out our
differences. I have to admit that she
succeeded in improving my relation with my
father.
“I know, it’s not Sunday. It’s your parents
anniversary tomorrow and don’t you think
your dad will feel lonely and miss your
mother?” She said, leaving her work and
looking into my eyes, “so, we’ll go to meet
him tomorrow, spend time with him, and
make him feel less lonely”.
I stared at her face as she said those words,
never in these years, I thought about dad and
how he must feel after mom’s death. I
always complained about how my father
almost forgot me after my mother was gone
but now when I think about it, I realize, I
could have taken the first step.
“Yeah” I whispered.
“Aaron, I know you forgave him long time
back but he still feels guilty. Just talk to him
properly and make him realize that you love
him and he doesn’t have to blame himself. In
fact, we should be thankful that he pres£nted
that contract to you” Caroline smiled and
t©uçhed my cheeks.
I placed my hand over hers and win-ked, “of
course. That was the best thing he could ever
do for me”.
She nodded her head, but the next moment
her expressions changed as she realized
something. “Sorry” Caroline whispered and
tried to suppress her laugh.
It was when she pu-ll-ed her hand, away from
my face, I noticed that her hands were still
covered in paint. Damn!
She stepped back, away from me, giggling all
the while, but I caught her arm and st©pped
her.
di-pping my f!ngers, into the paint, I moved
my hands towards her face, in slow motion.
She tried to free her hand and hide her face
but her efforts were futile.
“No. No. No. No!” She shouted while still
trying to control her laugh. I st©pped my
hand just a few inches away from her face
and sm-irked.
“plea-se” Caroline pouted. The expression on
her face was so fv¢king cute that I couldn’t
f0rç£ myself to put paint on her. I just
t©uçhed her nose with my paint covered
f!nger and moved my hand lower to circle
her w@!st, pu-lling her towards me, cautiously.
She wiped her nose by the back of her hand
and moved her face toward me. I bent my
head and k!$$£d her, pouring all my love for
her in that small gesture.
cu-pping her cheeks, I tucked the strands of
hair behind her ear, still k!ss!ngher
pas-sionately when she sl@pped me on my
shoulder.
“You tricked me, Woodwords!” She pushed me
away, with an angry look.
I was shocked, by her act, at first, but then I
saw her face and hair covered in paint and
realized what I actually did.
“That wasn’t intentional” I said, apologetically,
but my lovely wife was in no mood to hear
any apologies. Picking up a small paint
bottle, she threw all the paint on me.
“This wasn’t intentional as well” she
shrugged, then bur-st out laughing.
I sighed and shook my head, then picked up
another bottle and reciprocated her act, “if a
paint fight is what you want”.
We continued it, until our face, hands, hair
and clothes were completely covered in paint.
“Oh God, Aaron, just look at the studio. It’s all
your fault! And look at me, it’s gonna take so
much effort to get rid of it!” She complained.
I looked around the studio, it was completely
a mess now. The floor was covered with
paint colours and paint bottles were lying
here and there.
“I can’t say about the studio but I can surely
help you get rid of that paint” I win-ked at her
and before she could step back, I picked her
up in my arms and moved towards our
be-droom for a long, long bath.
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