Breaking my Billionaire Bully

Breaking My Billionaire Bully An Enemies To Lovers Dark Romantic Suspense M.E. McAndrews Acknowledgments To Vanda This book would never have been possible without her mastery of story telling, her wisdom, and her never ending and selfless support. …And her uncanny memory. She is my island in a stormy sea. -Reading for the Love of it, M.E. McAndrews Foreword Thank you for buying my debut novel. Read on to follow Jamie and Lara's tumultuous journey. I hope you love it. If you want to read another of my great stories FOR FREE, please download The Bullies Between Us now! You've been sold as breeding stock... What would you do next? Discover what Clara does when things can't get any worse... < "She forced me to marry her obnoxious bosshole as a breeder for his babies." All I ever did was worship her, and all she’s ever done was control, abuse, and bully me. Now she demands I pay her debt. By marrying me off as breeding stock. The cost is too high, and my options are grim. Now I’m headed for the altar, and it might as well be my funeral. If I marry him, I lose my soul. If I run away, it will lend new meaning to getting cold feet. Because I’ll be dead. If death is my only escape from this hellish prison, I’ll take it. As I run from an unwanted future, I collide with my agonizing past and discover that there’s no place to hide. What if my only chance of survival is with the one who hurt me the most? [CONTENT WARNING: This book contains psychological abuse, attempted rape, graphic sexual scenes, and language that may be offensive to some readers.] READ NOW FOR FREE!! Copyright Copyright 2022 © Priya Publishing Original Publication date: January 31, 2023 Rewrite Date: N/A All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the publisher or the author. This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, incidents and places are the products of the author's imagination, and are not to be construed as real or based on any facts. None of the characters are based on any real person, living or dead. Any resemblance to any actual persons is unintentional and coincidental. Contents Prologue - Nine Years Ago 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 Epilogue - Four Months Later Also by M.E.McAndrews Also by M.E. McAndrews Prologue - Nine Years Ago Lara Dieckling “Where you, Beeyatch?” Gary’s voice echoes through the empty house. My mom is working a late shift and thinks I’m spending the night at Gary’s. I feel guilty about the lie, but Gary convinced me it will be worth it. “You ready yet?” he hollers up the stairs. No matter how hard I try, my hair just won’t stay straight, so I spray another layer of hairspray across my scalp, trying to glue it down. My eyes water from the chemical sting. The hairspray holds for half a second, and suddenly, the frizzy curls explode, the fuzzy mess so great my face gets lost in its immense snarl. With my face, that might be a positive thing, “I’m in my room!” I call out to Gary. My mom had warned me my teenage years would be full of strife, hormones, and gossip, but even she never predicted how bad my acne would be. Five layers of concealer and I still can’t smooth the ugly bumps and hide the redness. Even when I’m not looking at myself in the mirror, which I try to avoid, touching my own face is a constant reminder of the curse of my condition. As if teenage years aren’t hard enough already, the universe decided I needed just one more challenge to make my life miserable. “Hurry up, girlfriend!” Gary says. Shit. He’ll want to leave soon, but I don’t even know if I like this outfit. The black blouse is fitting, and as I turn sideways, my boobs look weird, like they’re pouring out of the cups of my bra. Gary throws open my bedroom door, and of course, he looks fabulous, as usual. His hair is pinned back, he’s wearing a vest with no shirt, and matching high-waisted slacks with platform boots. It could easily be an outfit for Halloween, and even though it’s only August, he makes it work. For Gary, it’s style. He checks my outfit and raises his palms defensively, his mouth curling into a grimace. “No, no, no, no, no, Girl.” My shoulders slump. “Come on,” I grumble. “I think I look fine.” “This is your first high school party, and you’re not even showing any cleavage.” “My mom says cleavage makes me look like a slut.” Gary bobs his head. “Yeah, duh. That’s the whole point.” He spins around and strides toward my closet and begins rifling through my wardrobe. I collapse backward on my bed, overwhelmed with the whole process. “Maybe I shouldn’t go. They didn’t even invite me.” “Bitch, I invited you,” he counters, his head still in the closet. “Yeah, and you got a secondhand invite from Georgia, and she’s only going because her cousin is dating Mark. Like… we’re so far removed, it doesn’t even make sense.” “It’s not like they’ll be checking names at the door. It’s a party. Random people show up all the time.” Gary goes to parties more than I do. And that doesn’t take much. I never get invited, and I get it. I’m the odd girl.