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Billionaire And His Assistant: Vincent's Hatred 127- Can't Let Go
VINCENT.The following week, limitless thoughts were roaming in my mind. I was tense, I was perturbed about what I should do that could save my marriage. I could feel it under my fingernails that things were on the verge of falling apart all because of my behavior and I was impotent to stop it.I failed to control, I failed to keep her happy. In fact, I made her cry after promising myself that I wouldn’t.I feel worthless. I feel terrible.It was Sunday, my soul was at solace to hold my love. We were spooning on the bed, I was holding her, her back pressed over my chest.“How are you feeling now?” I whispered, biting her earlobe when she woke up from her nap.Annalise was having a headache constantly so I massaged her head until she fell asleep and took a nap with her as well.“Better.” She hummed, relaxing in my arms, smiling tenderly.I hummed and shifted, sitting up slowly. Worried how to confront her about what I knew I must. I couldn’t lose my love with my own hand.I cannot mak
Billionaire And His Assistant: Vincent's Hatred 128- Can't Stop
The next morning, I was in my bed, refusing to move an inch. My head was throbbing in pain. I couldn’t move my body, it was burning.It was because of the stress, whenever I worried too much, my body began to burn, my head began to hurt terribly and I didn’t know how to deal with this ordeal.For a while, I remained motionless, covering myself with the blanket until the tenderest hand of my angelic wife dragged the sheets down from me. “Vincent. Wake up.” She whispered softly.Removing the duvet and sitting next to me. “I don’t want to.” I groaned, turning to my side, hiding my face in the pillow, not in the mood to move. I had borne with this feverish feeling before when she was here, I wanted to display that I am in pain and stay with me.Before I was alone, I had no one to take care of him so no matter what state, I must go to work but I have a reason to stay.I won’t go today.“Why?” She called but I refused to listen to her. Glancing from my shoulder, I looked at her timidly,
Billionaire And His Assistant: Vincent's Hatred 129- Final Decision
After I mindlessly hit Edmond and lost myself, unable to control myself, the neighbors came and forced me to stop until the cops came and took me away.I was looking down the whole time, not moving an inch with an anguish stacking in my chest, I was heartbroken. I felt devastated for losing control and doing what I shouldn’t.Something is seriously wrong with me. Here, in the station, I was locked up and Annalise was talking to Edmond.“I am begging you, Edmond, please, don’t file a case against Vincent.” Their voices were faint but I could hear how my Annalise was begging Edmond to not send me to jail. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I kept staring at my hands out of woe. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t want to make Annalise cry. This is not who I am, that is not who I should be.I am sorry, I am so sorry…“Edmond, please…” She continued to beg Edmond for her husband’s image. I had never been behind the bars in my entire life. I felt horrible, I was never like this and with
Billionaire And His Assistant: Vincent's Hatred Last- Annalise's Love
ANNALISE. I was carefully listening to his words, how his eyes were refusing to greet mine and it was aching me but he couldn’t see. He was not looking at me in the first place to notice the tears glistening in my eyes. “Come. Let’s end this pointless relationship.” And I lost my forbearance when he dared to speak what I cannot have imagined, releasing the tears I managed to suppress so far. And brimming with fury, I slapped him hard to knock some senses into his damn mind which astonished him to no extent. “How dare you call our marriage pointless?!” I whisper-yelled. Grabbing the collar of his shirt outrageously with tears scattered over my cheeks. “Annalise?” He called me hesitantly at my unforeseen action as I forced him to stare into my desperation, to witness my love and despair too. I wanted him to see my condition. “Do you have any idea how deeply I am in love with you? That I have given my all to our marriage?” I asked desperately, shaking him a little to hear m
Billionaire And His Assistant: Vincent's Hatred Epilogue
5 YEARS LATER.I was setting the school bag of my four years old son, Jamie. He was messy just like his Father. Sighing, I was putting the lunch and placing the books properly.“Can I take Dahlia to school with me? Please, please, please?” Jamie called me excitedly, pointing at his Father and three months old sister who were sleeping on the couch in the hall.“No, you cannot.” I sighed, frowning at the pair and giving him his bag.“Look, Mama, Papa and Dahlia are sleeping on the couch.” He giggled, clinging onto my arm.Actually, Dahlia was not sleeping last night and Vincent said proudly that he could take better care and took her outside and look at them now.Half of his body was hanging from the couch, holding Dahlia.“Ah, him.” I giggled, shaking my hand after seeing how uncomfortable he must be.“What are they doing outside?” Jamie asked, tugging my sleeves.“Your Papa proudly accepted he could take better care of Dahlia and seems like he is stubborn in proving it.” I sighed, set
Billionaire And His Assistant: Vincent's Hatred 1- Desperation
VINCENT.There are events in our lives, some we tend to forget, some we ought to remember and some… which we don’t want to exist but they stay in our hearts forever.You never know what you love might hate you. You never know what you consider love is only a suffocation for someone else. In all, you can never truly know what another person thinks of you.And that’s my tale, my lesson, the past I want to burn along with 'her'.But, when I couldn't forget her from my past, could I erase her from my present too?Or is it all going to become ashes?Let’s see where my hate would lead me…I was in my office, engrossed in my work. My coat resting over the throne of the empire built upon my name.I am Vincent Beckham, owning clubs and factories of alcohol, I am at the peak of one’s success. The ruler of greatest temptation. Alcohol. Being only 27, I was at the peak of women’s gaze too, they needed me as much as they needed my supply of drinks, they died for my attention but my heart didn't
Billionaire And His Assistant: Vincent's Hatred 2- Warning
ANNALISE.There are choices we make, some we are proud of and some which develop into a scar we have to carry eternally.These are my choices; wrong or not, I don’t know. Choices are irredeemable mistakes after all, leave the past and move on. Then why do I feel that my gone years are going to destroy my future?Let’s see where Vincent’s hatred would lead me…“I should have known. What was I thinking? He is still an insensitive asshole.” I growled under my breath, trying not to cry after being humiliated.Why would he agree to aid me in the first place despite the fact I am a perfect candidate for this position?I was naive to return to his doorstep for a hand, not for my sake but my Mother.He was in my mother’s debt, wasn't he? After coming out of his enormous arena of power and authority with unwanted tears. Wiping them quickly, I hoped to divert my mind from his hurtful statement.I rushed towards the stop noticing when the bus began to leave and I was late."Hey! Hey!" Yellin
Billionaire And His Assistant: Vincent's Hatred 3- First Day In Hell
I didn’t know what he was planning to do but I can ensure it would be something I wouldn’t be able to forget for the rest of my life. Just like our last meeting from five years ago. “Vincent? Where is he?” Papa asked, coming to me. “He left.” I whispered, leaning against the counter. “So early? Oh, he is a busy man after all. But it was great seeing him, wasn't it?” Papa grinned while saying this and I couldn’t tell him what his beloved was planning to do with me. I wonder who would they support then? “Hmm.” Humming, I turned away, pressing my teeth hardly against each other to control myself from restricting the emotions. “You go to Mom, The dinner will be ready soon.” I whispered. Inhaling deeply, holding the knife, wanting to kill someone or myself with it. “Okay.” Beaming, Papa left me alone in my miserable thoughts. Later at dinner, I remained silent while they continued to talk about the almighty Vincent, stinging my chest but choosing silence, I continued to e
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