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

Christian stood just beside me, anger etched into his face.

I barely had time to grab my bag before he seized my wrist and yanked me out of the chair. His grip was firm, almost punishing, as he dragged me along. It took every ounce of strength I had to keep up with his long strides.

"Hold on." I cried breathlessly, stumbling in my heels, "Wait."

He didn't. I wasn't even sure he could hear me with the anger he was displaying. He just kept walking, through the hallways of The Gulf enterprise, not minding the crowd of people that stared and whispered. By the time we were out of the building, my legs burned and my heart raced.

Joshua was already waiting by the car, his posture rigid; like he'd been anticipating us. Christian opened the door and practically shoved me inside.

The billionaire that cares