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 took a seat at the dining table. I didn't miss the surprise on Christian's face as I joined him for dinner.

We ate in silence, the awkwardness growing with ever minute. I still couldn't bring myself to talk to him.

"Do you have everything you need? What about the keys, did you receive them?"

I simply nodded. He had arranged a house for me near the school and even bought me a new car. I almost didn't want to accept them, but that would be a loss on my path. He was getting everything he wanted from this contract, so I deserved to get everything I had been promised too.

There was another long silence before I spoke, "I can't get through to Henry. Have you heard from him?"

Christian's jaw tensed. His grip on his fork tightened, and suddenly he dropped it onto his plate. The clattering sound echoed.

Without a word, he pushed his chair back and stood up about to walk out of the dining room even though I could tell he wasn't done eating.

Taking control