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 flew back to school hours later.

It had began to feel suffocating in that house. I realized I wasn't in the right headspace to spend an entire weekend there. Not this time.

And I couldn't stomach that fact. This time, I couldn't push through like I usually did; pretending I was fine, ignoring the thick air of tension, forcing them to acknowledge my presence like I was some invisible ghost they could no longer look through.

I had laid in my bed for some time. Maybe minutes. Or hours. I couldn't tell how long I'd been curled up in the darkness of my room.

All I did was reminisce about good times in the Gulf mansion.

Until now, I thought my years there had given me only scars. That all I could account for were bad memories, moments I had tucked away like broken glass, slicing my hand every time I tried to hold them.

Whatever pieces we could salvage together