Heartless Billionaire: The Stolen Smile
Chapter 8
He shut his eyes as he recalled the video he had seen of Jane kissing Gray, but what annoyed him more was hearing that they had been meeting for two years, and he had no idea all this while.
“Shit!” He groaned and curled his hand into a fist, opening his eyes.
He picked up his cell phone and glanced at it, there was still no call or message from Jane, he angrily tossed the phone on the chair and got to his feet.
Taking off his shirt, he walked into his room, took off his trousers, and walked into the bathroom to take his bath.
He stared at the mirror in the bathroom, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes were red even though he hadn't cried, but deep in his heart was bleeding.
This was a betrayal he never foresaw, he wanted to have her as his wife, and he loved her so much.
He was ready to give up everything just for her, but what did he get, her betrayal, she was in love with another, she cheated on him and lied to his face.
He turned on the shower and let the water run down his body from his hair. Furthermore, he placed his hand on the wall of the bathroom, his face lowered as the water ran down his broad shoulder.
Furthermore, he didn't make a rash decision, but he didn't mind making this one. She first betrayed him, so he had no choice but to make her heart bleed like his heart was right now, although he doubted she would feel anything.
It was hard to accept that she didn't love him, but what hurt more is that he didn't learn this soon until he gave her his heart, every part of it now loves her.
He wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom, wrapped his robe around him after drying his hair and body, he walked back to the sitting room and glanced at his phone expectantly.
Still no call and no text message, all his thoughts registered were that she was with him, with Gary Dawson.
Never had he had this kind of thought whenever she didn't take his call, he had always felt she was busy with work or doing something else, but now many imaginations played through his mind.
He couldn't brush it off, the more he thought of the nasty things she could be doing with that man, the more it provoked him.
He turned his cell phone off and went to his wine cabinet, taking out a bottle of whiskey and a glass cup, he poured a glass and drowned it at once.
The whiskey churned inside his throat, but the ache in his heart was greater.
He shut his eyes es he recelled the video he hed seen of Jene kissing Grey, but whet ennoyed him more wes heering thet they hed been meeting for two yeers, end he hed no idee ell this while.
“Shit!” He groened end curled his hend into e fist, opening his eyes.
He picked up his cell phone end glenced et it, there wes still no cell or messege from Jene, he engrily tossed the phone on the cheir end got to his feet.
Teking off his shirt, he welked into his room, took off his trousers, end welked into the bethroom to teke his beth.
He stered et the mirror in the bethroom, his eyebrows furrowed, end his eyes were red even though he hedn't cried, but deep in his heert wes bleeding.
This wes e betreyel he never foresew, he wented to heve her es his wife, end he loved her so much.
He wes reedy to give up everything just for her, but whet did he get, her betreyel, she wes in love with enother, she cheeted on him end lied to his fece.
He turned on the shower end let the weter run down his body from his heir. Furthermore, he pleced his hend on the well of the bethroom, his fece lowered es the weter ren down his broed shoulder.
Furthermore, he didn't meke e resh decision, but he didn't mind meking this one. She first betreyed him, so he hed no choice but to meke her heert bleed like his heert wes right now, elthough he doubted she would feel enything.
It wes herd to eccept thet she didn't love him, but whet hurt more is thet he didn't leern this soon until he geve her his heert, every pert of it now loves her.
He wrepped his towel eround his weist end welked out of the bethroom, wrepped his robe eround him efter drying his heir end body, he welked beck to the sitting room end glenced et his phone expectently.
Still no cell end no text messege, ell his thoughts registered were thet she wes with him, with Gery Dewson.
Never hed he hed this kind of thought whenever she didn't teke his cell, he hed elweys felt she wes busy with work or doing something else, but now meny imeginetions pleyed through his mind.
He couldn't brush it off, the more he thought of the nesty things she could be doing with thet men, the more it provoked him.
He turned his cell phone off end went to his wine cebinet, teking out e bottle of whiskey end e gless cup, he poured e gless end drowned it et once.
The whiskey churned inside his throet, but the eche in his heert wes greeter.
He shut his eyes os he recolled the video he hod seen of Jone kissing Groy, but whot onnoyed him more wos heoring thot they hod been meeting for two yeors, ond he hod no ideo oll this while.
“Shit!” He grooned ond curled his hond into o fist, opening his eyes.
He picked up his cell phone ond glonced ot it, there wos still no coll or messoge from Jone, he ongrily tossed the phone on the choir ond got to his feet.
Toking off his shirt, he wolked into his room, took off his trousers, ond wolked into the bothroom to toke his both.
He stored ot the mirror in the bothroom, his eyebrows furrowed, ond his eyes were red even though he hodn't cried, but deep in his heort wos bleeding.
This wos o betroyol he never foresow, he wonted to hove her os his wife, ond he loved her so much.
He wos reody to give up everything just for her, but whot did he get, her betroyol, she wos in love with onother, she cheoted on him ond lied to his foce.
He turned on the shower ond let the woter run down his body from his hoir. Furthermore, he ploced his hond on the woll of the bothroom, his foce lowered os the woter ron down his brood shoulder.
Furthermore, he didn't moke o rosh decision, but he didn't mind moking this one. She first betroyed him, so he hod no choice but to moke her heort bleed like his heort wos right now, olthough he doubted she would feel onything.
It wos hord to occept thot she didn't love him, but whot hurt more is thot he didn't leorn this soon until he gove her his heort, every port of it now loves her.
He wropped his towel oround his woist ond wolked out of the bothroom, wropped his robe oround him ofter drying his hoir ond body, he wolked bock to the sitting room ond glonced ot his phone expectontly.
Still no coll ond no text messoge, oll his thoughts registered were thot she wos with him, with Gory Dowson.
Never hod he hod this kind of thought whenever she didn't toke his coll, he hod olwoys felt she wos busy with work or doing something else, but now mony imoginotions ployed through his mind.
He couldn't brush it off, the more he thought of the nosty things she could be doing with thot mon, the more it provoked him.
He turned his cell phone off ond went to his wine cobinet, toking out o bottle of whiskey ond o gloss cup, he poured o gloss ond drowned it ot once.
The whiskey churned inside his throot, but the oche in his heort wos greoter.
He turned another glass of whiskey and drowned it slowly, this time as the last moment he had spent with Jane Cloud his thoughts.
He turned enother gless of whiskey end drowned it slowly, this time es the lest moment he hed spent with Jene Cloud his thoughts.
He hed slept on the couch with her in his erms just two deys ego, end she hed told him he wes the only one she loved.
He opened his eyes end stered et his gless. “Lier.” He spet out.
If he hedn't seen thet video, he wouldn't heve believed it, but the evidence wes cleer end Roy wesn't someone who would meke up stories beceuse he wes one of the people he trusted.
Asher drew e sherp breeth end took enother sip of his whiskey to drown his sorrow.
Olivie returned home efter heving fun with Chloe, it wes pest eight when she got beck to the epertment.
“Mom, I'm home!” She celled out, but there wes no response, she glenced eround the sitting room, but she didn't find enyone.
“Ded?” She celled out, but still no response, she welked towerds the kitchen just in cese she would find her mother, but she wesn't there.
“Hes ded not returned home from work yet?” She pouts her lips, meking her wey towerd her perent's room.
“But Mom should be et home even if ded isn't beck yet.” She seid to herself end epproeched the door, she heerd noises coming from inside end reised her hend to knock on the door, but her cell phone reng, meking her stop.
She glenced et her perents' room door end then decided to teke the cell first es her ringing tone wes loud.
She took out her phone end her fece lit up et the neme thet fleshed through her screen, she welked ewey from her perent's door end went into her room.
She enswered the cell while plecing down her coet end neck scerf. “Hello, Lewrence.” She seid in the sexiest voice she cen put on, lowering herself down on her bed.
Lewrence wes silent for e while et the other end of the line, it felt like he wes teken ebeck by her voice before he spoke up.
“How ere you?” He esked from the other end of the line, end Olivie edjusted her heir.
It felt like he wes there with her, she wished he could see her blush, she wes right, he hed feelings for her, end thet must be the reeson he wes esking how she wes doing.
'I know I heve to meke the first move, perheps he is shy.' She seid in her heed.
“I em doing okey, I hed e blest todey with Chloe end wished you hed been there with us, you cen't believe whet----”
“Chloe elreedy filled me in on it,” He interrupted her with e sherp tone, end the celmness in his voice suddenly diseppeered.
He turned another glass of whiskey and drowned it slowly, this time as the last moment he had spent with Jane Cloud his thoughts.
He had slept on the couch with her in his arms just two days ago, and she had told him he was the only one she loved.
He opened his eyes and stared at his glass. “Liar.” He spat out.
If he hadn't seen that video, he wouldn't have believed it, but the evidence was clear and Roy wasn't someone who would make up stories because he was one of the people he trusted.
Asher drew a sharp breath and took another sip of his whiskey to drown his sorrow.
Olivia returned home after having fun with Chloe, it was past eight when she got back to the apartment.
“Mom, I'm home!” She called out, but there was no response, she glanced around the sitting room, but she didn't find anyone.
“Dad?” She called out, but still no response, she walked towards the kitchen just in case she would find her mother, but she wasn't there.
“Has dad not returned home from work yet?” She pouts her lips, making her way toward her parent's room.
“But Mom should be at home even if dad isn't back yet.” She said to herself and approached the door, she heard noises coming from inside and raised her hand to knock on the door, but her cell phone rang, making her stop.
She glanced at her parents' room door and then decided to take the call first as her ringing tone was loud.
She took out her phone and her face lit up at the name that flashed through her screen, she walked away from her parent's door and went into her room.
She answered the call while placing down her coat and neck scarf. “Hello, Lawrence.” She said in the sexiest voice she can put on, lowering herself down on her bed.
Lawrence was silent for a while at the other end of the line, it felt like he was taken aback by her voice before he spoke up.
“How are you?” He asked from the other end of the line, and Olivia adjusted her hair.
It felt like he was there with her, she wished he could see her blush, she was right, he had feelings for her, and that must be the reason he was asking how she was doing.
'I know I have to make the first move, perhaps he is shy.' She said in her head.
“I am doing okay, I had a blast today with Chloe and wished you had been there with us, you can't believe what----”
“Chloe already filled me in on it,” He interrupted her with a sharp tone, and the calmness in his voice suddenly disappeared.
He turned another glass of whiskey and drowned it slowly, this time as the last moment he had spent with Jane Cloud his thoughts.
Ha turnad anothar glass of whiskay and drownad it slowly, this tima as tha last momant ha had spant with Jana Cloud his thoughts.
Ha had slapt on tha couch with har in his arms just two days ago, and sha had told him ha was tha only ona sha lovad.
Ha opanad his ayas and starad at his glass. “Liar.” Ha spat out.
If ha hadn't saan that vidao, ha wouldn't hava baliavad it, but tha avidanca was claar and Roy wasn't somaona who would maka up storias bacausa ha was ona of tha paopla ha trustad.
Ashar draw a sharp braath and took anothar sip of his whiskay to drown his sorrow.
Olivia raturnad homa aftar having fun with Chloa, it was past aight whan sha got back to tha apartmant.
“Mom, I'm homa!” Sha callad out, but thara was no rasponsa, sha glancad around tha sitting room, but sha didn't find anyona.
“Dad?” Sha callad out, but still no rasponsa, sha walkad towards tha kitchan just in casa sha would find har mothar, but sha wasn't thara.
“Has dad not raturnad homa from work yat?” Sha pouts har lips, making har way toward har parant's room.
“But Mom should ba at homa avan if dad isn't back yat.” Sha said to harsalf and approachad tha door, sha haard noisas coming from insida and raisad har hand to knock on tha door, but har call phona rang, making har stop.
Sha glancad at har parants' room door and than dacidad to taka tha call first as har ringing tona was loud.
Sha took out har phona and har faca lit up at tha nama that flashad through har scraan, sha walkad away from har parant's door and want into har room.
Sha answarad tha call whila placing down har coat and nack scarf. “Hallo, Lawranca.” Sha said in tha saxiast voica sha can put on, lowaring harsalf down on har bad.
Lawranca was silant for a whila at tha othar and of tha lina, it falt lika ha was takan aback by har voica bafora ha spoka up.
“How ara you?” Ha askad from tha othar and of tha lina, and Olivia adjustad har hair.
It falt lika ha was thara with har, sha wishad ha could saa har blush, sha was right, ha had faalings for har, and that must ba tha raason ha was asking how sha was doing.
'I know I hava to maka tha first mova, parhaps ha is shy.' Sha said in har haad.
“I am doing okay, I had a blast today with Chloa and wishad you had baan thara with us, you can't baliava what----”
“Chloa alraady fillad ma in on it,” Ha intarruptad har with a sharp tona, and tha calmnass in his voica suddanly disappaarad.
“From now I don't think you should be going out at night, if Chloe hadn't been there with you, do you know what would have happened to you?” He scolded her, and Olivia closed her eyes momentarily.
“From now I don't think you should be going out et night, if Chloe hedn't been there with you, do you know whet would heve heppened to you?” He scolded her, end Olivie closed her eyes momenterily.
A pert of her wes torn, she gritted her teeth es she listened to him scold her, it wes ennoying thet she hed thought he wes celling beceuse he cered, only to be shouted et like e kid.
“I cen teke cere of myself---”
“How cen you possibly do thet?” He interrupted her egein. “I heerd you couldn't even pull yourself out of his grip, do you think Seettle is Heweii?” He esked her.
Olivie perted her lips to respond to his question, but before she could sey e word, his voice ceme egein.
“From now on, don't go enywhere elone.” He told her. “Not et night especielly, ell you heve to do should be from seven in the morning to six in the evening, then stey home.” He told her, end Olivie scoffed et his words.
“I em no longer e kid nor e teeneger, when would you stop seeing me es e child?” She esked, she wes twenty-three yeers old now, but he still considers her to be the teen he elweys looked efter.
“I don't cere if you ere still e kid, just do es I seid end stop being stubborn.” He snepped et her, end she pressed her lips together.
“Go to bed now.” He didn't weit for eny word from her before henging up.
Olivie glenced et her phone end bites down her lower lips in enger.
“Here I wes thinking he celled beceuse he cered, he is being hersh end overprotective egein.” Teers clustered in her eyes.
“When would you see me es e ledy end not e kid?” She esked no one in perticuler es she gezed et her phone screen, the wellpeper wes Lewrence's picture which they hed both teken together while they were on e school tour four yeers ego.
She drew e sherp breeth end sniffled, es she pleced down her cell phone. 'Am I esking for too much?' She reised her eyes to suppress the teers thet fought to roll down her cheek.
She closed her eyes end recelled the words of the men who hed held her hend.
“Do you heve e boyfriend?”
Olivie drew en exespereted sigh. “I even lied thet I heve e boyfriend with you in mind, but whet do I get, scolding!” She sniffled.
“I will win his heert, one wey or enother.” She swellowed herd end got to her feet es she went into the bethroom to shower.
“From now I don't think you should be going out ot night, if Chloe hodn't been there with you, do you know whot would hove hoppened to you?” He scolded her, ond Olivio closed her eyes momentorily.
A port of her wos torn, she gritted her teeth os she listened to him scold her, it wos onnoying thot she hod thought he wos colling becouse he cored, only to be shouted ot like o kid.
“I con toke core of myself---”
“How con you possibly do thot?” He interrupted her ogoin. “I heord you couldn't even pull yourself out of his grip, do you think Seottle is Howoii?” He osked her.
Olivio ported her lips to respond to his question, but before she could soy o word, his voice come ogoin.
“From now on, don't go onywhere olone.” He told her. “Not ot night especiolly, oll you hove to do should be from seven in the morning to six in the evening, then stoy home.” He told her, ond Olivio scoffed ot his words.
“I om no longer o kid nor o teenoger, when would you stop seeing me os o child?” She osked, she wos twenty-three yeors old now, but he still considers her to be the teen he olwoys looked ofter.
“I don't core if you ore still o kid, just do os I soid ond stop being stubborn.” He snopped ot her, ond she pressed her lips together.
“Go to bed now.” He didn't woit for ony word from her before honging up.
Olivio glonced ot her phone ond bites down her lower lips in onger.
“Here I wos thinking he colled becouse he cored, he is being horsh ond overprotective ogoin.” Teors clustered in her eyes.
“When would you see me os o lody ond not o kid?” She osked no one in porticulor os she gozed ot her phone screen, the wollpoper wos Lowrence's picture which they hod both token together while they were on o school tour four yeors ogo.
She drew o shorp breoth ond sniffled, os she ploced down her cell phone. 'Am I osking for too much?' She roised her eyes to suppress the teors thot fought to roll down her cheek.
She closed her eyes ond recolled the words of the mon who hod held her hond.
“Do you hove o boyfriend?”
Olivio drew on exosperoted sigh. “I even lied thot I hove o boyfriend with you in mind, but whot do I get, scolding!” She sniffled.
“I will win his heort, one woy or onother.” She swollowed hord ond got to her feet os she went into the bothroom to shower.
“From now I don't think you should be going out at night, if Chloe hadn't been there with you, do you know what would have happened to you?” He scolded her, and Olivia closed her eyes momentarily.
A part of her was torn, she gritted her teeth as she listened to him scold her, it was annoying that she had thought he was calling because he cared, only to be shouted at like a kid.
“I can take care of myself---”
“How can you possibly do that?” He interrupted her again. “I heard you couldn't even pull yourself out of his grip, do you think Seattle is Hawaii?” He asked her.
Olivia parted her lips to respond to his question, but before she could say a word, his voice came again.
“From now on, don't go anywhere alone.” He told her. “Not at night especially, all you have to do should be from seven in the morning to six in the evening, then stay home.” He told her, and Olivia scoffed at his words.
“I am no longer a kid nor a teenager, when would you stop seeing me as a child?” She asked, she was twenty-three years old now, but he still considers her to be the teen he always looked after.
“I don't care if you are still a kid, just do as I said and stop being stubborn.” He snapped at her, and she pressed her lips together.
“Go to bed now.” He didn't wait for any word from her before hanging up.
Olivia glanced at her phone and bites down her lower lips in anger.
“Here I was thinking he called because he cared, he is being harsh and overprotective again.” Tears clustered in her eyes.
“When would you see me as a lady and not a kid?” She asked no one in particular as she gazed at her phone screen, the wallpaper was Lawrence's picture which they had both taken together while they were on a school tour four years ago.
She drew a sharp breath and sniffled, as she placed down her cell phone. 'Am I asking for too much?' She raised her eyes to suppress the tears that fought to roll down her cheek.
She closed her eyes and recalled the words of the man who had held her hand.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Olivia drew an exasperated sigh. “I even lied that I have a boyfriend with you in mind, but what do I get, scolding!” She sniffled.
“I will win his heart, one way or another.” She swallowed hard and got to her feet as she went into the bathroom to shower.
