A Billion to One

By: Dixie Lynn Dwyer

Prologue




“If I told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, that I will get revenge. I don’t care about turning over new leaves, or making mistakes. He was part of it. He was one of us, we are the reason why he has that company. And you know what, B.F.? I don’t care about what attention it draws. This is what has kept me alive.”

“Calm down. You always get fucking obsessed when you get something in your head. You’re finally back in the United States and now you want to risk losing everything over this? I don’t get it. Let it lie. Let the past stay in the past.”

“No! I will make him suffer. I’ll take everything from him. His company, his money, Chiara, and maybe, after he’s miserable and scared shitless, I’ll take his life. He doesn’t deserve happiness. He deserves pain, like the pain I felt and went through. He deserves death.”





Chapter 1




“You need sex. And I don’t mean that nice, sweet, boy-next-door, my-best-friend, casual sex. I’m talking hot, wild, passionate sex. Sweat, body aches afterward, and all the good things that follow complete, satisfying orgasms. That is totally what you need,” Heather Mercury stated.

Chiara Costiano stared at her best friend as if she were out of her mind. They were shopping for dresses for Saturday night’s dinner party at Chiara’s father’s mansion.

“Do you think you could perhaps lower your voice a little?” Chiara whispered, feeling her own cheeks burn as numerous women around the store gave both Chiara and Heather the once-over.

“Oh please, if half the old ladies in this place got some, they sure as shit wouldn’t look so damn uptight. Look at that one over there. You could freeze ice on her ass.”

“Heather!” Chiara exclaimed then quickly moved away from her friend. Heather of course looked right at the uptight redhead and gave her the stare down back. Heather was a bombshell, and more often than not, Chiara was around when she went off.

Chiara felt her belly tighten. It was that sensation she had whenever Heather mentioned wild, uninhibited sex. Now, Chiara wasn’t stupid. She knew she could have sex like that if she lived a normal life, but not as the daughter to Robert Costiano. Not as an heir to a fortune.

She felt Heather nudge her ribs as she joined her by the next set of gowns.

“Hey, I was just trying to make you laugh. I still think you need to loosen up. Go have some fun. Let yourself go a little. It doesn’t mean you’re going to go to hell or get knocked up.”

“Heather, I’m not like that. You know my deal. You know how I am. I need meaning. I need more to be there.”

“Bullshit. You lost your virginity on a contractual agreement with your best friend. Emanuel and his brother Keith now share women.”

“I didn’t have sex with both of them. I only had sex with Emanuel and that was years ago.”

“Exactly. You haven’t allowed anyone near your snatch in almost a decade.”

“Heather! For crying out loud.” Chiara was at a loss for words. When Heather got onto something, she didn’t give up.

“I can hook you up with someone. You know I’ve been with some hotties.”

“Heather, that is just downright gross. I am not going to have sex with men you’ve slept with.”

Heather raised her eyebrows at Chiara.

“What? Like you would want to sleep with someone I’ve slept with?”

“Oh, I would do Emanuel in a second,” Heather said as she snapped her thumb and pointer together.

Chiara shook her head and laughed as she pulled a gorgeous silver slim-fitting cocktail dress from the rack of one-of-a-kind dresses.

“I think I saw this one in Nordstrom’s,” Chiara said as she looked at the price. Because they were in a fancy boutique Heather had insisted they come to, the price was triple the amount.

“I think if I like this, we should get it in Nordstrom’s,” Chiara said as she held it and prepared to go try it on.

“Why are you looking at something you can get in a department store? You can afford the price tag here.”

“I don’t like getting ripped off, or how do you like to say it? That’s right, bent over and—”

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