The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

I was back in New York with Bella, having relocated to another apartment after the dramatic shootout at the old one. As I settled onto the couch, I began filling Bella in on everything that had transpired on the West Coast.

“That’s so insane,” Bella remarked, her eyes wide with disbelief as I recounted the chaotic events. “How crazy can one person be?”

I nodded in agreement, munching on a handful of salted peanuts. “I know, right? It was like something out of a movie.”

Bella leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued. “So now you’re Mrs. Thornton?” she asked playfully, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her teasing. “Well, technically,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “But it’s not as glamorous as it sounds.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Bella rose to answer it. To our delight, Sophia stood in the doorway, holding a cheesecake and chocolate slushies.

“Ooh, more food,” I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up as I lunged to grab the cheesecake from her.

Sophia grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Girl, I heard you got married,” she said, playfully nudging me. “Welcome to the family.”

I chuckled, taking a bite of the delectable cheesecake. “Haha, yeah,” I replied. “More like a forced marriage.”

Sophia winked at me. “Hey, at least he’s handsome and rich,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “A win is a win.”

I rolled my eyes at her playful banter, secretly relishing the sweetness of the cheesecake. My thoughts drifted to Sebastian, who had texted me earlier, mentioning that he was stuck in a meeting. The man had a relentless work schedule.

“When are you going to work again?” Sophia asked, steering the conversation back to me.

“Tomorrow,” I replied, setting aside my cheesecake.

“You don’t have a new bodyguard?” Sophia asked. “I thought Sebastian would make sure of it.”

“He installed cameras everywhere in the new apartment.” Bella said.

Sophia raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about the change. “Mmh, okay,” she said, sipping her chocolate slushie.

We continued chatting, catching up on life and sharing stories, the camaraderie among us feeling like a warm embrace.

Suddenly, my phone rang, the sound of an incoming call disrupting our conversation. I glanced at the screen, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was an unknown number. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite place-anticipation mixed with apprehension.

I hesitated for a moment, my friends watching me curiously. With a deep breath, I answered the call, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I said tentatively, unsure of who might be on the other end.

As I answered the call, a cold shiver ran down my spine. The line crackled ominously, and I could feel my hands trembling with fear. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, drowning out everything else.

“Hello,” I repeated, my voice quivering this time. I was so scared, unable to shake the feeling that this could be the stalker again, invading my life once more.

The silence on the other end was unnerving, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. And then, a familiar voice broke through, sending chills down my spine.

“You worthless girl,” the voice hissed, dripping with disdain. “You’re married to Sebastian now and think you’re all that without inviting us? Your own parents? Your own father.”

My breath caught in my throat as the voice continued, lashing out at me with a cruelty that cut deep. “Who do you think you are? You’re such a worthless gold digger who doesn’t think about her family. You’re the only one who wants the money, huh!”

Tears welled up in my eyes, my heart aching with every word that fell from my father’s lips. The man who was supposed to protect and care for me was now hurling accusations and venomous insults.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Before I could find my voice, my father’s icy tone sliced through the air once more. “I pray that your baby will die! I pray that you will die! You need to suffer for everything you put us through! For every scandal you caused!”

With those hateful words, he abruptly ended the call, leaving me trembling and utterly shattered. The tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I clutched the phone to my chest, my world unraveling around me.

My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and pain. Could my own father be the stalker who had tormented me for so long? His words were filled with a rage and malice that seemed to go beyond anything I had ever known.

Bella and Sophia, sensing my distress, rushed to my side. They didn’t need to ask questions; they simply enveloped me in their arms, offering their silent support as I cried.

The weight of my father’s words bore down on me, a cruel reminder of the tumultuous relationship I had with my family. It was a painful truth I had tried to escape, but it had caught up with me in the most horrifying way imaginable.

As the tears flowed, I couldn’t help but wonder if my father’s anger and resentment had driven him to become the stalker, to take actions that threatened my life and happiness. It was a terrifying thought, and I felt a sickening mix of fear, sorrow, and betrayal.

Bella and Sophia held me tightly, offering the solace of their presence, a reminder that I was not alone in this ordeal. It was a moment of vulnerability and shared pain, but it also strengthened the bond between us.

Hours passed as we sat together, the weight of the call still heavy in the air.

In the midst of my turmoil, Bella whispered words of encouragement, reminding me that I was strong and resilient. Sophia offered her unwavering support, assuring me that she would stand by my side through whatever challenges lay ahead.