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To this day, he only speaks to the press when necessary. Besides that, no one knows much about the thirty-year-old multibillionaire entrepreneur, and it’s obvious that’s how he wants it.
We may see a model or two on his arms at events, but they change as quickly as his investments. We’re told that anyone who is in his life must sign an extensive NDA, which is probably why we’ve never heard any woman talk smack about him.
It's nothing but clear blue skies for this man who makes it pour nothing but money in his reign.
Everything he touches turns to gold.
CHAPTER ONE
“Some people are going to leave, but that’s not the end of your story. That’s the end of their part in your story.”
— Faraaz Kazi
2 YEARS LATER
I yelled loud enough to break glass, “What the fuck, Kyle?!”
There I was, standing in front of my fiancé with his jeans to his ankles, balls deep inside of who appeared to be his naked secretary, Amber, on our bed in our home.
His eyes darted toward me, and with nothing but fear in his stare, he announced, “Baby, I thought you were going to be shopping all day.”
The fact that he just stood there, still inside her, while cautiously looking directly at me like he was a deer in headlights, was too much for me to process in such a short amount of time. Thought after thought ran through my mind with no end in sight.
Starting with, we’re getting married next month!
We’d been together for the past three years, and I moved to be with him after one. He proposed to me last summer on our trip to Paris under the Eiffel Tower, and our wedding was quickly approaching. I just spent the whole morning at the last fitting for my gown. My parents paid a small fortune for what was supposed to be the best day of my life. Three hundred and seventy-five guests were to be in attendance, and it was four hundred and fifty dollars a plate just for the food.
“How could you do this to me?”
Especially when he knew how long it took me to get over Elias. He helped me heal, only to hurt me in the end. I barely had time to register one compulsive thought before another one formed. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me.
In three strides, I was in his face as he abruptly stepped back and away from her. He was screwing her doggie style, and her ass fell forward from the force of his shove to move back.
In the blink of an eye, it all hit me with the intensity of a Category 5 hurricane, destroying everything in its path.
All the late nights he’d get home from work.
All the travel that I couldn’t come along for.
All the times he wasn’t with me.
Was he with her? How many lies did he tell me? Was it all lies? Including how much he loves me?
I gave up my career to move to California to be with him. I wasn’t going to lose someone again because of the distance between us. I did what I had to do to make it work because I didn’t do that the first time, and I was trying to rectify my mistakes with this relationship. I couldn’t be heartbroken again, and it proved to bite me in the ass. None of what I sacrificed for him mattered.
How could I be so wrong?
I tried to stay focused on the present, but the reality of the situation was that I couldn’t not think about my future and where this left me.
I had no money. I was completely dependent on him. My job became just taking care of him. Filling this role of a Stepford wife who lives in Beverly Hills with no job. I barely had any friends in California. My best friend, Ava, still lived back home in Texas with her husband and three kids.
I left everything for him.
How could this not have been right?
I was trapped by a man who was cheating on me and for who knows how long. And despite the trauma this would inflict, it’d be nothing compared to what I went through with Elias, who was now one of the richest men in the world. The press still loved having him on the cover of every magazine from California to Timbuktu.
To make matters worse, the bastard only got better looking with age like most men do.
