Chapter13 Gold Digger

Zuriel POV
As I entered the restaurant, I particularly looked for a copper-haired guy, who I had no doubt would be flirting with a waitress by now.
That person happens to be my best friend. We had known each other all of our lives.
Destined to inherit his father's software engineering firm, he was a tough yet easygoing guy.
As I guessed, he was indeed flirting with a waitress who was displaying enough cleavage to grab my attention. As she looked at me, I winked at the waitress, who flushed in return.
Samuel saw this and shook his head disapprovingly.
"Not cool, man. What happened to bros before hoes? " He made a disapproving sound and sighed dramatically when the waitress walked away from him.
"Hey, she was the one who made the move," I said coolly before taking a seat opposite him.
While having lunch with him, I couldn't help but think about her and the priceless look on her face when I told her that we were going to get married.
I chuckled at the thought. She is one hell of a thing. If I said that to her, she probably wouldn't hesitate to kill me. The number of deathly glares she gives me still amazes me.
I am still very annoyed with my father's decision to choose her to marry me.
Man, did she have a hot body or what? I inhaled loudly thinking about her.
When I saw her at the party, she was in a beautiful prom gown, fitting perfectly to her skin like her second skin.
Then, when I picked her up from her home, I saw her attracting butts from her trousers.
I recall her rubbing herself against me, pleading with me to take her right there.
But with Brielle, to start with, she has a weird name, plus she is as clumsy as hell and too young. I wonder how old she is. My father played very well, and she proved it to me when she came back with fiery eyes.
He knew there was no way in the world that a girl would fall for my charms. Then she dresses weirdly and still doesn't care about it. But still, she manages to be so different than the others. I heard from them that she got along with almost everyone. She carries friendly vibes with her all the time.
I was smitten by her fiery personality and savage attitude when I first met her in the club.
She won't take insults so easily. I saw that when she threatened Ariel.
She is not that bad, but no, I will never give satisfaction to my dad.
He's the one who practically blackmailed me into marrying his best friend's daughter, Brielle.
I hate that girl, yes. Brielle is the girl you're looking for.
What the hell was I thinking?
No one had this effect on me after she
Then why the hell was Brielle having this much of an effect on me as she once used to have on me?
I shook my head. There is no way, Zuriel, you can fall for her.
Remember, she is nothing more special than those other girls.
Stupid gold digger
My hatred went more towards her when I got to know that my father had a partnership with her for our international marketing and selling of products. Knowing that her company is already at the edge of bankruptcy, I was more annoyed towards her.
Oh, okay, now I understand the actual matter.
She must took particular amount of money from my father and ask him to help her by investing in her useless business to have her form bankruptcy and as much I know my father he always used other against me to annoy me, irritate me
I got to know this partnership in business thing after her background check.
I'm sure she'll be the one who suggested meeting me to my father.
She also wanted to become a billionaire's wife.
But the truth is she won't even know that she just threw herself into a wolf pack.
She thinks by her gold-digging tactics she can lure me and the guts of her when I told her that we're getting married. She acted so shocked by this.
Like, she didn't even have any idea of what I'm talking about.
I chuckled and looked at my phone screen. Brielle Ashby, you're in very deep trouble.
You wanted to marry me right and then wanted to enjoy my money and all the luxuries.
But, I have palms for her after she gets married to me.
She will regret it her whole life. Why did she ever even meet me?
I smirked when I replied to all those ideas I had for her.
My dad thinks that he can make decisions in my life and can get me married.
I will torture her. She will herself give divorce to me after all the ideas I have for her and break her soul.
After all, she is also the same as her.
They are all one.
But I have to give her credit for her patience.
I can be over the top sometimes and do scare the hell out of her, but she will still manage to stay calm. And above all, when she looks at me with her big black eyes, I seem to melt.
Plus, every time I intentionally get closer to her, she starts fidgeting with her shirt. I wonder how much my father is paying her to do this marriage and, moreover, why she chose to be married? Oh, that's right, she is a gold-digging whore like everyone else, I thought bitterly. As soon as she finds out about the rest of my family, she will become one of them.
She was one of them. There's not much difference between the two. I let her walk all over me, but I will not let her do the same. Knowing what to do, I was satisfied.
"What are you smirking at?" Samuel asked.
"Nothing just got an amazing idea to teach someone a valuable lesson," I smirked, and he tilted his head back.