Law #1: Never Bet on Love: A Sweet Billionaire Love Story (Laws of Love), Agnes Canestri [thriller books to read TXT] 📗

Law #1: Never Bet on LoveLaws of Love Series

Agnes Canestri

Contents

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Epilogue

Author’s note

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Chapter 1

(Nathan - Day 1)

What would the worst day of your life look like?

This is a question my economics professor asked me back in grad school. What his point was, I couldn’t quite say. Maybe he wished to identify my deepest desire by knowing what events could shatter it?

For me, it seemed like a cheap attempt to send me on a fruitless soul-search. Something I didn’t fancy doing. I’ve known what I wanted in life ever since I was six and Father died. I’ve never needed a philosophical riddle to point me in the right direction.

But during these last five minutes, I realized my professor’s question wasn’t just rhetorical nonsense. Now I have my answer.

It’s today. Without any doubt.

When my brother Murphy decided to pay an unexpected visit to my office, striding in with a grin on his face, I still assumed I’d be able to continue with my afternoon as always. A five minute chat to satisfy Murphy’s constant need for bonding, and I could get back to my report.

But when he settled down with care on the chair in front of my wide mahogany desk, as if planning to stay, and shifted his brows into his signature don’t-I-have-the-best-ideas look before speaking, I should have known this day wouldn’t be the same.

Murphy has the most horrible ideas. Ever. And the one he’s just presented is no exception.

My brother’s green shirt stands in such contrast to the monochrome shades of my work space that I almost have to squint as I stare at him. The hues of the sunset shine through my floor-to-ceiling windows, turning Murphy’s jovial expression into a bloody Joker mask while his blond hair glows like a halo.

This eerie vision only increases the effect of the bomb he’s just dropped.

Murphy seems unaware of how his news is affecting me. “So what do you think, Nate? Excellent plan, isn’t it?”

I can’t seriously fathom how people pay my brother money to counsel them about their life crises. I certainly wouldn’t give him, or any shrink, a dime for some wishy-washy comments about opening up and accepting myself.

But that’s beside the point.

Which is, how could Mother grant her blessing on this? And more importantly, why?

When she told me a week ago that she needed to take some time to evaluate my desire for promotion to CEO, I thought she just needed a chance to consider whether my exceptional track record of bringing in clients was enough to beat Larry our most senior director’s years of experience. I certainly never expected her to join forces with my brother to come and backstab me with such a setup.

I meet Murphy’s enthusiasm with a somber glare. “Why isn’t Mother here to tell me this?”

“She and Malcom left for a one-week cruise to celebrate Malcom’s birthday.” Murphy purses his lips as if he disapproves of me forgetting about Mother’s holiday plans.

So what? “With all the duties I need to take care of for the company, I can’t keep close tabs on every insignificant detail,” I bark at him, annoyed.

I really can’t. At least one Montgregor must be fully focused on AMEA’s success, right?

Also, taking time off isn’t Mother’s usual habit. She loves to keep our board of directors, including me, on a short leash. Unless, of course, it was our step-dad’s request. For that leech, Mother would go around the world and beyond.

No, Nathan, stop.

Yes, I promised myself last Christmas I’d stop criticizing Mother’s illogical adoration for the person who’s half the man