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Author: Author Ava
last update publish date: 2026-07-09 19:31:39

Darian’s POV

I have been finding everything stressful. The company that I had built with my sweat and blood or should I say with the backing of my mother had been on a tethering edge. The company was on the verge of collapsing.

“What do you mean we are running out of funds?” I shouted at the bank manager who had been managing my assets for a longer time than I can remember.

“Sell whatever it is that you can sell. I don't care who you are selling to. I need that money before tomorrow.”

“But.”

I slammed the phone on the table in anger. My gaze fell on the door at the sound of the door bell. There and behold, my precious wife, Selena. The woman my mother had forced me to marry after I divorced Camilla.

The price I had to pay for Alessia brushing my murderous act under the rug. “Where the hell do you think you are going too?” I snapped, anger bubbling inside of me. “Is that another car key?” I asked in bewilderment

“This isn't mine, it is yours.” Selena said, throwing the car key at me.

She knows I don't fancy cars but maybe she was trying to get me riled up. “Do you know how many you have owned and bought in the last couple of years we get married?”

Selena blinked twice, “Don't be so much a joy killer. This is yours. Happy birthday.” She walked towards me and kissed me but then, I could smell another man’s perfume on her.

As she was about to walk off, my hand caught her arms. “Wait? Is that yours?” I asked sniffing her body. “What are you talking about?” Selena asked, faking it.

“Did you just ask me that?” I got angry and yanked her towards the chair. But a capsule flew out falling on the floor right in front of me.

I looked at the capsule on the floor and back at my wife who was now fidgeting.

“And what is this?” I asked slowly, bending on the floor in front of me. I read the first wording and my face went pale.

The slight dizziness, the body weak and fatigue. Was this the side effect?

Have I been on these sedatives?

“I can explain.” Selena said immediately, taking off her heels. I clenched my hands in anger.

“Are you trying to get me killed? All these years of us being together. Don't tell me you don't want to get pregnant and have my baby!”

“I told you, Darian. I am not ready but then you are not listening to me.” Selena said back in anger. A guide to mask the former question.

I tried calming down my nerves. “And whose perfume was that on you because I know clearly that is not yours.” I looked at her.

“There is an explanation for all of this.” Selena said with her back going towards the door. I dashed towards the cabinet and grabbed my gun.

Selena froze.

“If you think you are going to get out of here without an explanation then you are joking!” I pointed the gun at her.

She made a move from the door and without thinking twice I fired the shot as the door opened.

To my surprise, the bullet flew past my mother's face and hit the glass right behind her.

I watched as her eyes fell on Selena and back at me. “Were you planning on killing her? Committing another murderer?”

The words hit me to my curb. I lowered the gun slowly while Selena ran behind my mother.

“What brings you here, Alessia?” I asked angrily

I called my mother by her first name when I was in a bad mood. I watched as she dropped her bag on the sofa and marched forward towards me. A hot slap landed on my face making me wonder what I did wrong.

I held my face in surprise, “What did I do wrong?” I asked, grabbing my face.

“Are you seriously asking me that question?” Alessia asked fuming in anger. “What were you thinking?”

Still thinking she was talking about the gunshot incident, I walked away from her. “She caused it, mother. She is planning on making me barren!” I shouted again.

“And why is that my business? I married you to her. You are just as weak as your father!” Alessia's face fell hard on me. “Are you planning on selling the company too?”

I raised my eyebrows. I guess Nelson told her already. After asking for more time.

“Don't tell me you cannot handle things while I am away.” Alessia bombed again

“I can handle this. I just need more time.” I sat down beside her forgetting my sorrows.

“We just need a few loans and everything will be back to the way it was.”

Alessia scoffed, “And who will be willing to lend us that unreasonable amount of money. How much was it again?”

“ A hundred billion.” I said, my voice barely audible.

“ What?! A hundred…” Alessia looked at me.

"...billion dollars? Are you out of your mind, Darian? We can't even get a loan of that magnitude from the bank, let alone from a private investor."

I hung my head in shame, knowing that I had made a mess of things. "I know, Mother. I'm sorry. I just didn't know what else to do."

“ I think I might be able to help.”

I looked back and my gaze fell on Selena. “And what do you think you can do?”

“A friend of mine talked about a powerful company that would be more than willing to help out.” She replied looking at my mother and back at me.

“Is there a company much more powerful and bigger than Baldore's company?” I looked at my mother.

“They are new in business and I am very sure they will be more than willing to collaborate with you.” Selena said again. “I can plan a meeting with them if you are ready.” Selena said trying to redeem herself

“And what is this company's name?” I raised my eyebrows.

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