Enticing Enemy Billionaire

Enticing Enemy Billionaire AGE-GAP, ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROMANCE LILY BRANSON Copyright 2023 by Lily Branson - All rights reserved. In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved. Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher. Contents 1. Samantha 2. Jack 3. Samantha 4. Jack 5. Samantha 6. Jack 7. Samantha 8. Jack 9. Samantha 10. Jack 11. Samantha 12. Jack CHAPTER 1 Samantha I had just arrived home from another long day at the office. Working in New York was hectic, but the pay was good. I was hanging up my coat on the rack when my phone rang. I quickly approached the table at the center of my parlor. Placing down my bag, I fished out my phone and checked who was calling me. The number was unfamiliar, but I was not too surprised. I was the manager of a small startup clothing company in New York, so receiving a call from an unknown number was not odd. I picked up the call and said, “Hello, this is Samantha Carter speaking. Who's calling please?” “Hi Samantha, I am glad I could reach you. I am Doctor Judy, your mom’s doctor calling from Salt City Hospital.” I could hear a strange tightness in her voice. “Is something wrong with my mom?” My heart raced with anxiety. My mom and I just spoke last week, and she told me she was okay. However, receiving a call from the doctor was not so reassuring. “It's with a heavy heart that I tell you this: your mom, Marie passed away last night. I called to inform you so you can go through the necessary paperwork, and when free, you can come to retrieve her body.” My heart stopped momentarily, and when I fully registered what she said, I felt faint and weak. I fell to the ground and clutched my chest in pain. Tears started streaming down my face, but I could not make a sound. It was like my voice was stuck in my throat. “Hello? Samantha, are you there?” Judy was calling out to me. I hadn't realized I had dropped my phone. I picked it up with shaky hands and answered. My voice came out strained. “Yes... what happened to her?” There was still disbelief in my voice. I was not ready to believe the last parent I had in the world was dead. “She might not have told you this, probably to avoid making you worry, but she was battling lung cancer. She fought bravely; I'm sorry for your loss Samantha. I must go now; however, I'll arrange to have her body sent to a funeral home. We will need you to come to complete the paperwork and claim her personal belongings since you are her next of kin. Can you do that?” Her voice was soft and full of concern. I was biting my lips not to let my wail escape. “Yes. I'll be back soon. Thank you. I'll keep in touch.” I cut the call at once to avoid hearing the words of condolence I was about to hear. I looked around my room with blurry eyes; it felt dark and suffocating. I cried, not knowing what to feel. Anger, sadness, regret, and guilt- all these feelings swirled in my mind. I had planned to go home for Christmas to see my mom and celebrate with her, but now it felt like I had lost so much time being far away from her that her death felt so jarring. I wanted more time together, yet I lost her so soon. What I found strange was her not telling me about her health. It made me feel useless when I could have been there, taking care of her. I knew I had to go to Salt Lake City and do what was right for her to rest in peace. I wanted to get back home quickly to help with the funeral. My mom’s family would come to help, but would have left me out of the whole process if I wasn’t told about her death early. The family seemed to have a vendetta against me for not being a boy, and as the only child of my parents, before my dad died, I was not exactly loved by these relatives. My mom shielded me from their hate, but now that she's gone, I must face them again. The doctor would have contacted them, so I must get back home soon before they lay her to rest without my presence. Furiously, I wiped my tears and dialed my Boss’ number. She picked up the call at once. “Sam, what's up?” I steadied myself and replied, “I'm sorry this call is abrupt, but I have a very important emergency at home. My mom just passed away, and I'd like to request leave to go back home for her funeral.” “That’s so sad. My condolences, it will be fine, Sam. Take all the time you need. Are you okay?” “Thank you. Yes, I'm fine. I'll keep you updated. Bye.” She responded kindly, and I cut the call. Brie was a very understanding person, and I was glad to be able to work with her. I stood up shakily. I had to start making plans to go back home. I have been away from that little town outside of Salt Lake City for about four years, and with the death of my mom, I don’t know how I'll face it again. I spent the next three days planning for my mother's funeral with the help of a kind aunt who reached out. They had already hastened things up, and in two days, she'd be buried. I tried to push down the feelings of grief and hurt, but they