Heiress Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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Heiress

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Ella Goode

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Heiress Tinsley Grayson is in a fix. In order to keep her fortune, she needs to marry. Her best friend offers up her hot brother. Tinsley adores Leo but he’s made it clear that he doesn’t like her one bit. How can they be married when her husband doesn’t want to spend a moment alone with her?

Leo Williams lives a simple life. He works at the docks during the day and secretly fights at night to bring in enough money to pay his sister’s way through NYU. He wants a better life for her. It would be all good if it wasn’t for his sister’s roommate. Leo hasn’t a minute’s peace since Tinsley showed up in his life. He knows that they have no future together but he can’t let her go either.
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CHAPTER 1

LEO

“There’s a fight on Thursday night. Do you want in?”

I look down at my boots where the toe is almost worn through and then back to the face of my best friend, Logan Davis. “No, but thanks.”

His mouth flattens out in disappointment or maybe disapproval. “It’s easy money.”

“Sol hates it. She might not let me in the apartment if I come home with another bloody nose and then what would I do? Crash at your place?” It’s a joke, but not really. Sol, my sister, does hate my fighting. The last time I taped up and entered the ring, she didn’t talk to me for a week. Plus, no one is crashing at Logan’s basement hellhole. It smells—and looks—like a ruined meth lab.

“Does your sister think her tuition money to NYU grows on trees?”

I shove the hard hat onto my head. “No. She thinks it comes from this job, and I’m not telling her differently.” I snatch my threadbare work gloves out of my back pocket and start toward the loading dock. About two steps away, another thought pops into my head, and I turn around. “If you and anyone else says differently, I’m gonna bash your head in.”

Logan rolls his eyes but tips an imaginary hat which I presume means he’s not going to say anything. I get back to work and try to ignore the little voice at the back of my head that tells me I’m an idiot for turning down a quick grand. A smart man with bills like mine would let a random guy in the subway slap him for a full hour for that kind of money.

“Watch out!” someone cries.

I look up to see a 50-ton steel beam headed my way. I drop to the floor of the scaffolding and slide off the edge. The beam hits the side of the shipping container with a giant boom and then swings back. Another guy drops beside me. I reach out and catch his hand. Ten gives me a grateful look as he scrambles to get his own grip.

A piece of metal drops from the sky, and I swing back out of the way. There are screams and horns blaring, loud cracks and screeches as metal bangs against metal. A shadow passes over my head, and without looking up, I know it’s not a cloud covering the sun. Down is my best option. I unhook my safety belt and release my hold on the side of the scaffolding. Fifteen feet down, I catch myself on the second tier of the metal support and then drop another story to the ground, rolling into a ball to soften the landing.

“Move it, Williams!”

I do as I’m told, and pop up and start running. Beside me is Ten. We sprint forward toward a foreman waving his arm, directing us away from the harbor and toward the parking lot. The warning came just in time because the entire scaffolding collapses behind us.

Ten and I reach safety, winded but unhurt.

“You okay?” I gasp out between breaths.

He nods, unable to form the words.

“Scared the shit out of me,” I half laugh to relieve some tension.

“Same,” he says.

We survey the disaster. A steel beam was being moved by an automated crane, but something must’ve gone wrong because it crashed into a container and then took the whole operation down. Dread prickles the hairs on my neck. The dock is ruined and will have to be rebuilt before any more receiving and unloading can be done. The last time there was an accident like this, I was out of work for six months.

A minute later, my foreman, Davy, confirms my worst fear. “Best go home, boys. This mess will need to be looked at by the insurance suits, and then I don’t know what will happen.”

“What about this week’s pay?” I don’t know why I’m asking since we don’t even get paid on days that it rains and we can’t work.

Davy gives me a sheepish shrug. “You know you’re an hourly worker, Williams. Can’t pay you if you’re not working.”

“I’m not working because of this shit. Not because I don’t want to. Let me clean up if I can’t do unloading work.”

“We’ll see, but no one’s touching anything until we figure out who is at fault.” He claps me on the shoulder. “Go home and enjoy the unexpected vacation.”


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