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

My tears ran freely, and my heart grew unbearably heavy. It was a miracle it was still inside my chest. His expression gave me the answer to my question without him needing to speak.

"Why?" The word trembled from my lips, barely audible.

Christian simply stared at me, his silence slicing through the fragile remnants of my composure.

"I deserve an explanation." I demanded, my voice rising with each syllable, "Why did you hate me so much?"

"Alora…" he started, his voice softer than I expected, but then nothing.

He stopped. It was maddening seeing him silent. He could at least defend himself. Or tell me he was sorry. Or maybe, just maybe, he could kneel and beg and tell me he was wrong. Anything was better than this silence.

What was I supposed to do? How could I begin to forgive him if he doesn't defend himself?

Never again