ENTANGLED TO A TYCOON by A Mgm (books to improve english txt) 📖

ENTANGLED TO A TYCOON

CHAPTER ONE: THE MEETING

Mikhail Putin:

As soon as I boarded the plane I knew it was a mistake, I wished I could take my private jet but it was already too late, I knew if I backed out of this trip now my father’s men would soon catch up with me. I forced myself to relax and settle in the most suitable business class seats we had on the plane, my face was well know in Russia therefore I wore huge goggles and a cape with my knee length coat and gloves, it was the coldest months in Russia and everything outside the plane seemed to be freezing cold. I wondered why we were not taking off, I usually made sure I was always the last to board on the plane if I was traveling by the family airline. My questions were soon answered when the flight attendants voice came through the microphone asking for patience as they waited for their last passenger whose little boy got sick and was being checked but we would soon be taking off.

Nothing could go worse than that. I was being forced to marry Bianca Khodorkovsky since she was my father’s best friend daughter and business partner. Bianca was so full of herself, I could not begin to think how a selfish, mean and an arrogant combination could all be packed in one package called Bianca and worse off all she was a pretty little thing and she knew it. She slept with every available bachelors and married men she could seduce, it was her greatest conquer when she gets a well respected man entangled into her sheets. How could father think I would ever marry the bitch? I groaned out loudly. I looked out my window deep in thoughts, I could hear the flight attendant voice from a distance announcing our departure. It was a ten hours flight from Russia to USA and I needed all the sleep in the world to confront my big brother when I get to United states he would surely challenge me and call me a coward for running away from our ruthless father a character in which Vladimir seemed to have naturally inherit from him but at list he got married to the wife of his choice and has a happy loving family. At least Vladimir had embraced our mothers love for seven years the chance I never had because our mother died giving birth to me, thinking about the mother I never had the chance to embrace hurts so much, the only love I knew came from my nanny “Maggie” she was the only parent figure I had. My father was so busy making business deals and contract to realize how much his little son needed him, the only connection that I and my father had was after I got old enough to be participating in business deal and because I had the ability to swoon, impress and draw business deals back to our company my father used me pretty well when it comes to complicated business deals. We had come to a mutual understanding whenever I saw my father’s call ID in my phone I knew I would be traveling across the world to settle down a business deal, dispute or calm workers, at twenty six I was the youngest multi billionaire owning my own second most used social network, oil industries in four Arabic nations and a shoe industry in Canada. I was my father’s pride and joy since I never disappoint him, all my life I had done everything my father asked for, thinking I could get my father’s attention and love but now I knew better.

CLAIRE O’CONNOR.

I barely made it to the plane before we were to depart. I thanked the flight attendant who showed us to our seats. There were just one man sleeping across from me and Tajir’s seats, to say he was gorgeous was an understatement, he had raven black hair that escaped to his closed left eye as he slept, he had the most pinkish lips I had never seen apart from mine of course, the lower lip was plump and they just seemed so sweet and kissable, he had a straight nose and had high cheek bones as that of an aristocrat I made an effort to drag my eyes down his body and my breath just got caught in my throat he was muscular, very in that sense. I could see his rippled muscles as they hold on tight to that tight sweater he wore, his long coat as I reckoned was removed and kept behind his head, he seemed so tall and his skin was flawless soft and no tan anywhere. He bite his lower lip as if sucking it in his sleep and I could not help but groan, suddenly I felt Tajir’s little arms tagging me, I looked down to see the most bluest eyes I had never seen so big and innocent, I slapped myself mentally, how could I be ogling at a man like that, I hurried to our seats as I was about to settle Tajir down to his seat he held on tight to me. I realized he did not want to seat on his own so I carried him on my lap and let his head fall on my chest.

“Momma” Tajir called looking at me; I looked down and smiled as tears filled my eyes.

“Yes honey am your momma”. I hugged him tight and I could feel his little figures hold the front of my sweater tight as if afraid I would ran away. I kissed the boy’s forehead and hummed quietly as the boy fell asleep on my lap. I looked out the window I saw Russia at a very far distant. The last four months in Russia had been the most dreaded month in my life. We were only two girls in the family of six children, four brothers, my sister Sam as I called her was my best friend, mother figure and my business advisor, I was the little girl of the family. I came ten years after Samantha, my parents died when I was a year old in a car accident as they were coming from a party, since then my sister and brother’s gave me all the love and care, they spoilt me and taught me all there is in our family business. Even though Samantha got married six years ago to the love of her life who was a Russian tycoon Alexei Valentin and we lived far from each other our bond, affection and love were unbreakable. I preferred Canadian weather and therefore settled myself in a huge beautiful mansion in a very large piece of land in Canada. I owned the Air Canada also owned four famous art galleries in North America and I was a famous fashion designer. I was flawless when it comes to anything I touched, my brothers were all in the family shipping company and were also multi billionaires but I was the most successful in the family and also among the wealthiest women in America let alone the youngest as I will only be getting twenty two June 2nd this year. Even though I was a busy woman I made time to visit my sister every weekend in Russian since she had given birth the last year my sister had freaked out, she never wanted to have a baby in the first place since and she claimed to have had enough being a mother to me, I was not offended, I understood her perfectly. Being forced to be a mom for your younger sister is not something I would relish too, I knew she loved me too much and she sacrificed a lot into making me the woman I am today but she also never wanted to bring a child so as to leave them alone when she dies to her it was too much painful to even think of it and she never wanted to subject anyone to that kind of situation, even though we tried hard to convince her that what happened to us would not happen to her children Samantha had seemed reluctant, she was also a model and therefore she was scared her figure would deter when she gives birth but her husband had talked her into it, when the baby was born she seemed not be able to handle him, therefore I took the responsibility to care for the little boy. I was the mother figure in Tajir life since the day of his birth, I took the responsibility not because I wanted to repay my sister but I fell in love with that little boy the moment I laid my eyes on him by the way I love being of some assistance to my sister, she has done a lot for me. Samantha and Alexie had begged me to care for Tajir until he was at list two years old and therefore after a month in Russia I returned back to Canada with the little boy in my arms, I loved him so much as if he were my own son, usually I told my friends of how I felt as if Tajir were my first son. When Tajir was a year and nine months old Alexei asked me to bring the boy back to Russia even though the boy and I were very attached to each other I had no other way but to bring the boy back to his parents. Only to be called back to Russia in three months time to bury my sister and her husband. They were killed with many others who were with them at a party in their friend’s house.

Samantha greatest fear had just come true then. I found all my brothers in Russia. I could not begin to think how they all got there so fast to think that we lived in different places around the world. We conducted a private burial services for our sister and her husband since Alexei had no other family but ours. The services just involved family members and close friends of the Valentin’s family and the O’connors family friends. I had been so devastated, I would usually put on different eye irises and wigs so as to disguise my identity when in public, the famous Claire O’connor was known to have black raven hair, chocolate brown eyes and was used to be seen in the most casual baggy clothes designed by myself making my figure impossible to be observed but I never wanted to be disguised during my sisters funeral, I wanted to be ME when I said my fair wells to my best friend. My four brothers surrounded me as I carried Tajir in my arms from all angle as we made our way to the burial place, I have dodged and avoided paparazzi and camera attentions as much as possible even though I was a famous artist and fashion designer I only appeared on magazines and TV whenever necessary. During Samantha’s burial I wore a knee length black dress that made my hour glass like figure and my long legs stand out. It was a V neck dress designed by myself and Samantha during the early days in fashion designing world, the dress was tight on the top hugging my curves and breasts so well but when it reaches the waist it flawed to the knee length. As we made our way to where other people were standing waiting for the priest to start the service, there were body guards everywhere as almost all the tycoons in Russia attended the burial services and others sent their wives, sons and daughters