HOT BILLIONAIRE
Prologues
The man only saw darkness. His eyes were tightly closed. He tried to dodge but the voices seemed to haunt him.
The man's forehead frowned, cold sweat began to drench his temples and his entire face.
Both of his hands were raised, trying to reach out for something, while his mouth was unceasingly muttering a sentence that he himself did not understand what he was saying.
Kenzo... run.. run... leave mom!
Kenzo... go!
The man's head moved left and right. He moved restlessly with his body getting sweaty.
Kenzo…
Drrt - Drrt - Drrt
The sound of a shrill alarm from the mobile phone made the man open his eyes in the fog.
Gasped, trying to gather consciousness, his breath hunting. The rest of his dreams are still clear.
Kenzos?
Who's Kenzo?
Isn't his name Anton?
Antonio Young's?
Anton glanced at the suit hanging neatly in front of his wardrobe. Still neat with plastic wrapping inscribed with the name of laundry.
Her first uniform became an official bodyguard for her adopted sister, Monica Young, an international model on her way to the top, after graduating from Harvard University a year ago.
Anton felt his chest, his heart still pounding.
The dream seemed real, not only his heart was made crazy but the corner of his eyes also issued clear details without him knowing why.
She cried for a dream that even she didn't know what it meant?
Oh… ****.
Back he thought, who's Kenzo?
Kenzos? It seems like the name is familiar. But he still can't remember it.
The handsome man shook his head. He patted her on the cheek to gather awareness.
It's time he faced reality and met Monica.
The man then took his cell phone which was on the nightstand. Checking some incoming messages.
“Prepare. Meet Alexander Kemal Malik.”
A short message went inside his touchscreen phone. Even a glimpse of Anton already knew who the sender was.
Monica Young's.
Anton's chest feels tight.
Uncontrollable. The Debaran came back.
Anton scooped his face in frustration, his heart starting to fret. And this is a bad feeling.
But who is he to stand in the way of Monica's freedom?
He doesn't even have the right to talk.
Although both bear the Young clan. But the process is clearly different.
And he clearly knows where it is.
Sighing in surrender, Anton dragged himself up from the bed and stepped towards the bathroom.
His lips repeatedly mentioned a name.
Alexander Kemal Malik's.
Anton repeatedly shook his head.
Instead of feeling proud Monica could get to know the young billionare. He just feels worried.
Alexander is the only son of the property and retail king, Emir Kemal Malik and his wife, Arimbi. A handsome Turkish-Indonesian stucco man with sharp and sweeping green blue eyes, a sharp nose, and sexy full lips.
The famous man was so cold and haughty.
Very arrogant.
In the business world, the Turkish-born man, 30 years ago was cold-handed and ruthless. Until his company Malik's Corporation became a large company that has branches in many countries, including Indonesia.
Anton smiles mirically imagining Monica being one of the women who is crazy about the man.
Alexander was a true billionaire player who had many women everywhere and often changed partners.
He can't let it.
Because Monica deserves sincere love from a man who is willing to do anything for her.
This time he promised. Will always look after the woman despite the life of the stakes.
Because gold debt can be paid. Debt is brought to death.
🍁🍁🍁
Hello readers, I share 2 give away loh for all readers. Give away every week. Also every month. So that you love Kenzo more and more. Follow my ig yes. Because this novel moved to other applications and also free looh. l which is still on going until now. There are many other novels there. Want to Sean? Adelard, there is all. Don't forget yeah... Love u all 😍😍😍
🍁🍁🍁
Alexander Kemal Malik's
William Sean Waston's
Antonio Young's
Dear Readers, thank you so much for stopping by my novel. The novel moved to Fizzo. Can be coined in my IG @tya952. Read HB there are hundreds of Hampers without raffling. The conditions are easy, just comment from start to FINISH.