The Rancher’s Second Choice Wife Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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"I told you, didn't I? I told you, I told you, but you wouldn't listen! You never listened!"

Camelia was screaming and pacing back and forth like someone who had lost her mind. He had never seen her like this, but when Valerian tried to reach for her, she angrily pushed him away and gazed at the billionaire as if he were leprous.

This can't be happening, Camelia thought in a panic. How can this man she was dating be a billionaire one moment and a pauper the next?

She saw him flinch out of the blue, and Camelia realized too late she had unconsciously spoken her thoughts out loud.

Fuck.

"Is that what you're worried about?" Valerian asked quietly. "That I'm no longer rich enough for you?"

Camelia decided to ignore his words. He already knew the answer to it, anyway. It wasn't like she had ever tried to hide how much she loved money. "How much do you need to turn things around?"

"Why?"

"Maybe I can borrow from Ignacio—-"

"Over my dead body."

"I know you don't like him," Camelia said impatiently, "but if he's our only way—-"

"Do you really think I was not aware that you were his mistress when you first came to me with your proposal?" Valerian demanded.

Camelia struggled to keep her face expressionless. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. When he put it that way, she could see now how foolish she had been, to assume that Valerian would never see through her lies.

"That's all in the past," she said finally. "It's different now—-"

"How is it different?" Valerian challenged. "That man will not give you anything without something in exchange—-"

"Then I'll give him whatever he wants," Camelia cried out. "Can't you see how serious this is—-"

"I'll turn things around," Valerian gritted out. "All I ask of you is to wait—-"

"You're asking me to wait for nothing!"

The way Valerian simply stared at her had Camelia glaring at him in bitter resentment. "Don't you dare make me feel guilty over this!"

"You obviously do not trust me—-"

"And you're obviously naïve, for someone who's supposed to be smarter than the rest of us," Camelia sneered. "Why would anyone trust you when you've always acted like it would be our privilege to work with you? You ignore everyone's advice. You risk your life like you don't give a shit about the consequences. No one trusts you! No one just had the guts to tell you since your dumb luck kept making you mo—-"

"Enough, Camelia."

The softness of his voice was always an indication of Valerian's temper, but Camelia was too furious herself to give a damn.

"No, it's not enough," she screamed. "I warned you for years and years—-"

"I said enough," Valerian exploded, and this time, Camelia finally did shut up, but it wasn't to hear what he had to say.

"You're right, Val. I've had enough of you and your stupid principles. I've had enough of you acting like you're better than all of us. From now on, it's over between us. Go look for your vilain petit canard," she suggested. "I'm sure she'll still think you're a catch even when you're forced to sell off everything."

Numbness had spread throughout Valerian's body as he watched his girlfriend of eight years walk out on him. Bitterness simmered deep inside of him at the realization of how big a fool he had been all these years. He had never been in love with Camelia, but he had been faithful to her because he had valued her loyalty.

But he was wrong about her, obviously, and one day he would make her pay for turning her back on him.

One day.

But for now, he had work to do.

Valerian spent the next hour making calls, none of which lasted less than a minute. News didn't just have wings in their world. It spread like a fucking virus, more so when billions of dollars were involved.

Everything Camelia had thrown at him earlier was the truth. He had never made the effort to play nice with anyone, and he had never given a fuck about other people's feelings. He had taken a lot of risks that could have blown up in his face, and he would've had no one to blame but himself.

It was just fucking ironic that what was now being labeled as this century's greatest financial nightmare had nothing to do with his high-risk approach to investment.

Two years ago, he had won a bidding war that crowned Rossfield Inc. as the exclusive supplier of oil for the Arabian kingdom of Risto. Everyone had applauded the victory, and it was one of the few times when his entire board was in full support of his decision to take out a massive loan for the venture.

Now, it was the opposite, with everyone on their high horse as they labeled the loan as Valerian's most unforgivable act of gross negligence. His business rivals had been granting interviews left and right, saying that Valerian had it coming for being an arrogant SOB who never listened to reason. Economists wanting to make a name for themselves had also been working hard, producing short-length videos that deliberately twisted the truth for the sake of going viral.


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