What's Yours Is Mine: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Cerise Preston Story Book 1) by Sasha Moore, Anita Cox
Authors: Sasha Moore, Anita Cox
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Prologue
Amaretta Preston clutched her faux leather shiny red purse tight as she absorbed the impact of her employer’s words. She hated conflict in any form, but felt that she just had to speak up this time.
“But, Mr. Hamilton…are you saying that after all the concerts I’ve done, and all the records I’ve made, I’m not going to make enough money to send my baby girl to college? That don’t seem right, that don’t seem right at all, when you’re making four times what I am off my singing,” she uttered bravely, struggling to maintain eye contact with record producer mogul, Robert Blake Hamilton.
He drilled her with a glare. “Look Amaretta, I made you what you are today, let’s not forget that. If you hadn’t met me, you’d still be pouring coffee and serving eggs and toast in that shitty diner.” Amaretta winced at his language. It just wasn’t proper at all for him to be cursing in front of a woman, even if she worked for him. Amaretta had strong morals and was dedicated to the proposition of always doing that which was right, and true, and just.
“I’m thankful for what you’ve done for me, Mr. Hamilton, it’s just that…” she began, timidly, but he cut her off.
“I don’t need to hear about your troubles Amaretta, just do your job and I’ll give you a bonus at Christmas,” he offered begrudgingly. He had given her a Christmas bonus last year, a holiday ham that was mostly bone. Amaretta had accepted it gratefully and even made soup with the giant bone.
“But, Mr. Hamilton…” she protested weakly before he cut her off yet again.
“Good day, Amaretta,” he dismissed her breezily, showing her to the door. The aging singer was in her late fifties and later that week she had a stroke which left her unable to ever sing again. Hamilton didn’t so much as send a floral arrangement, but was more than happy to collect the huge percentage of her royalties that she had unwittingly signed over to him.
Cerise Preston, Amaretta’s only daughter, watched her beautiful, naïve mother wither away and die, holding her while she drew her last breath after the near-fatal heart attack that was the beginning of the end.
Cerise adjusted the wide brim of her black funeral hat, flicking the jaunty feather with her fingertips. Looking in the mirror her reflection promised her one thing; after today, after the funeral of her beloved mother, who was so pitifully taken advantage of by the bastard billionaire, Robert Blake Hamilton, she would get her revenge. The day would come when she would right the wrongs visited upon her mother’s innocent soul by the filthy greed of the Hamilton dynasty. Robert’s son, Blake, ran Black Vinyl Records now, and Cerise fully intended to make him and his family suffer for the way they had treated her mother. She was going to destroy the Hamilton stronghold in the R&B world if it was the last thing she did, and claim their company for her very own. Her mother may have been too gentle-natured to stand up to BVR executives, but when they encountered Cerise Preston, the bastards wouldn’t know what hit them.
Chapter 1
“I’m gonna kick his motherfucking ass!” Cerise Preston thought, pursing her lips in anticipation. “Blake Hamilton’s dad stole my mother’s money and I’m going to avenge her if it’s the last thing I do,” she vowed, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. “It was her voice, her talent, and her hard work that made Black Vinyl Records what it is today and she didn’t see a damn dime from it,” she fumed. Pulling her unassuming little car into the parking garage at BVR, Ceri’s stomach did a flip-flop and her palms were suddenly moist. Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she used her rear view mirror to look herself directly in the eye. “You’re going to do this. You absolutely must do what’s right. Your mama may be gone but you have to reclaim her legacy.” She squared her shoulders
Amaretta Preston clutched her faux leather shiny red purse tight as she absorbed the impact of her employer’s words. She hated conflict in any form, but felt that she just had to speak up this time.
“But, Mr. Hamilton…are you saying that after all the concerts I’ve done, and all the records I’ve made, I’m not going to make enough money to send my baby girl to college? That don’t seem right, that don’t seem right at all, when you’re making four times what I am off my singing,” she uttered bravely, struggling to maintain eye contact with record producer mogul, Robert Blake Hamilton.
He drilled her with a glare. “Look Amaretta, I made you what you are today, let’s not forget that. If you hadn’t met me, you’d still be pouring coffee and serving eggs and toast in that shitty diner.” Amaretta winced at his language. It just wasn’t proper at all for him to be cursing in front of a woman, even if she worked for him. Amaretta had strong morals and was dedicated to the proposition of always doing that which was right, and true, and just.
“I’m thankful for what you’ve done for me, Mr. Hamilton, it’s just that…” she began, timidly, but he cut her off.
“I don’t need to hear about your troubles Amaretta, just do your job and I’ll give you a bonus at Christmas,” he offered begrudgingly. He had given her a Christmas bonus last year, a holiday ham that was mostly bone. Amaretta had accepted it gratefully and even made soup with the giant bone.
“But, Mr. Hamilton…” she protested weakly before he cut her off yet again.
“Good day, Amaretta,” he dismissed her breezily, showing her to the door. The aging singer was in her late fifties and later that week she had a stroke which left her unable to ever sing again. Hamilton didn’t so much as send a floral arrangement, but was more than happy to collect the huge percentage of her royalties that she had unwittingly signed over to him.
Cerise Preston, Amaretta’s only daughter, watched her beautiful, naïve mother wither away and die, holding her while she drew her last breath after the near-fatal heart attack that was the beginning of the end.
Cerise adjusted the wide brim of her black funeral hat, flicking the jaunty feather with her fingertips. Looking in the mirror her reflection promised her one thing; after today, after the funeral of her beloved mother, who was so pitifully taken advantage of by the bastard billionaire, Robert Blake Hamilton, she would get her revenge. The day would come when she would right the wrongs visited upon her mother’s innocent soul by the filthy greed of the Hamilton dynasty. Robert’s son, Blake, ran Black Vinyl Records now, and Cerise fully intended to make him and his family suffer for the way they had treated her mother. She was going to destroy the Hamilton stronghold in the R&B world if it was the last thing she did, and claim their company for her very own. Her mother may have been too gentle-natured to stand up to BVR executives, but when they encountered Cerise Preston, the bastards wouldn’t know what hit them.
Chapter 1
“I’m gonna kick his motherfucking ass!” Cerise Preston thought, pursing her lips in anticipation. “Blake Hamilton’s dad stole my mother’s money and I’m going to avenge her if it’s the last thing I do,” she vowed, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. “It was her voice, her talent, and her hard work that made Black Vinyl Records what it is today and she didn’t see a damn dime from it,” she fumed. Pulling her unassuming little car into the parking garage at BVR, Ceri’s stomach did a flip-flop and her palms were suddenly moist. Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she used her rear view mirror to look herself directly in the eye. “You’re going to do this. You absolutely must do what’s right. Your mama may be gone but you have to reclaim her legacy.” She squared her shoulders
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