All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

OliverA wreck. A mess. A total disaster.Those were apt words to describe the days that had just fluttered by with a twinkle of an eye. One minute I was standing by the dank alley watching Benjamin drive off while my chest was consumed with the guilt and the pain from what I had done, and the next second, I was flinging my duffel across the motel room I had rented for the time being.Was this Veronica’s plan all along? To sever the connection between Ben and I for good? I mean, I am not without fault, but what was I supposed to do when she threatened to hurt my mother and sister? And that was another problem: my mother and sister… it had been two days since they chased me out of the house and they hadn’t called or sent a text.It was worse than betrayal. It hurt so badly thinking how my mother would turn her back on me when I had only tried to help them from the onset. I sighed, rolling over to face the stained wall. The sun tore through the draperies, illuminating part of the darken

OliverEerie silence gripped the crowd. I felt the temperature shift, the cold wafting across my bones and holding me captive. My eyes remained glued to the portrait that showed everything: Benjamin, the detailed expression of relaxation on his face, the curly hair on his chest, his chiselled abs, and even more defined abs and… his bogus dick.The first flash of the camera went off, and it began a tirade of flashes. The crowd broke away from the spell it was under, and the forceful whispers started. I could see the media tearing through the crowd, the people even parting ways for them as the flashes turned to me.I shielded my eyes with my hand, blocking the death ray as the questions spilt out.“Can you confirm that this is Mr. Benjamin Stark, the CEO of EmpireStark?”“Sir, are you trying to send some kind of message that you and Mr. Benjamin are romantically involved?”“Is this why he funded the entire exhibition?”The cold had faded. My clothes were beginning to feel clammy, my che

Oliver“So what are you going to do?” William asked for the first time in a long while. I didn’t know where to go anymore, it felt like I had become the talk of the town in a matter of seconds. I could only imagine how it would feel for Benjamin, the number of calls he would have by now, the amount of messages.Did he even have social media? I was sure if he logged in, he would be splattered across every blog.The billionaire, flashing through a painting.Paint me a sexcapade.The corniest headlines would pull the most traction. I was sure most of the write-ups would canvas lies. The truths would be watered down to aggravate the readers and promote their site. That was one thing with the gossip, it never went around the same way it did when it was first seen or heard.“I honestly don’t know William, I can’t even process how I feel at the moment,” I said honestly, leaning on the door frame. I stared at the drink in front of me, the sweat dripping down the sides, carefree and unbother

BenjaminI watched as they manhandled him, shoving him roughly against the glass walls. He winced, his eyes begging as the tears poured out of it. The cuffs clinked as they snapped it around his wrist, binding his hands behind his back.“Benjamin, please!” He screamed as they dragged him from my office and out of the room. Silence enveloped the chilly atmosphere as soon as the doors clamped shut. I closed my eyes and let my mind follow him.He must be begging now, negotiating and asking for forgiveness. He must be blaming Veronica for everything. He must have tried to run, and they would have caught his shoulders, pinning him firmly to the wall. They must have left the building by now and shoved him into the back of the car.The drive to the station wasn’t too far away from my office. A short drive that wouldn’t even give him enough time to comprehend his actions. His tears must have soaked his shirt, his heart must be pacing. A sniffling mess that they are now dragging from the car i

Oliver“I’m sorry, but I told you,” William rubbed my shoulders. I knew I was soaking his shirt with the amount of tears that poured out of my eyes, but I couldn’t stop it. We were done. There was nothing left between Benjamin and I anymore.I was so stupid, thinking I could have my cake and eat it. How would I betray him and expect he would take me back with open arms? I saw his eyes, the way it glimmered with hate as they pressed me against the wall.His cold glare wrapped a hand around my throat, stifling the words that wanted to tear out. I wanted to scream for him to help, for him to forgive me, but all I could see was the finality. The judgment. I was sentenced to doom.William was waiting for me when I came out of the station. My wrists were sore from the cuffs, and my jaw ached from the punch that one of them had landed before he let me go. I knew it would bruise later, but it wasn’t compared to the bruise in my heart.“Let’s go before we make a scene,” he ushered me into the