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

I didn't want to believe it. I just couldn't.

As I curled myself in bed, I realized just how many times I'd doubted him. Was still doubting him.

And every time, I'd been wrong, and I felt bad for thinking he was a monster. This time too, I was sure I was wrong. Almost sure.

My mind brought back memories of the past. Memories I thought I'd buried so deep, and planted seeds of hope and love between Christian and I.

The cold glacial rain that evening. I shivered, as if I could feel it even now.

That day I overheard mum and dad talking about sending me away to my birth parents and bringing Leah to her rightful place. I'd run to find Christian, no care for the chilly weather. That day I was afraid, broken, lost, desperate. And he was all the hope I had left.

Life goes on