Giamini

… “Is something wrong?”

He sighed. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke. “I don’t think we should continue this partnership.”

His tone sent chills down my spine. 

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“Your feelings,” he said ‘feelings’ like the word disgusted him, “have changed and it no longer aligns with the agenda.”

“How dare you? Who gave you information that helped get your company back from the Gulfs? Who was it that kept feeding you information about the Gulfs businesses. It was me.” I yelled, my tone no longer friendly. 

I’d met Gabriel when he had recently lost his company to Christian. He was at the brink of bankruptcy and Christian had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. He’d been stupid enough to sign a contract without reading it because he was desperate, and ended up losing more than they’d originally agreed.

“Now that you have your precious company back and some shares in the Gulf enterprise you think you can dump me with a stupid excuse like our motives no longer align? Don’t you fucking dare. I own you.”

I shook with rage, ending the call before he had a chance to reply to me.


My rage immediately became fear when I turned around and saw Christian standing by the door in my room.

“So you did take me up on my offer.” He was smiling, and the contrast in his words and demeanor only made me more afraid. 

Betraying the Billionaire

"… are you still planning to go to school?"

Christian asked as we continued to lay on the bed. I hadn't expected him to bring up this topic. When I'd told him I wanted to go to college, he hadn't been completely on board with the idea. He had not protested against it, nor did he say he didn't want me to go. But his lack of enthusiasm told me everything. I knew he didn't want me going back to school.

"Yes. But not right now." I said drowsily. I hadn't had a good night's sleep in days. I felt so tired, my eyes barely staying open.

"If that's what you want, I'm fine with it."

I needed to sort out my feelings first. The nightmares about dad were one thing, my relationship with Christian, whatever it was now, was another. School could wait just a little longer.

Not the day I hoped for