บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's - Power, Pain and Pleasure: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Janiya’s Perspective “There’s one thing I know about Janiya: she desires stability and a good life. The girl has been raised so poorly, seeing her mother struggle to make ends meet. Man, all she knows is poverty. So, at the end of the day, even if I don’t marry her, I think she’ll be happy if I provide her with nice things and a good lifestyle. She’ll be content. And besides that, the girl is really into me. She knows what I can offer her career-wise and personally, if you know what I mean,” he cockily chuckled.“I don’t know Dean, I never got the impression Janiya is some gold digger.”“No, that’s not what I’m saying. My baby isn’t a gold digger. But she wants to live a good life, and who wouldn’t?I was left not only in shock but also speechless, easing away from his office door. Little did they know that I had heard their whole conversation. Dean’s words made me feel things I had never felt before: used, cheap, unworthy. It was so disappointing. After overhearing Dean's thoughts an

The vibrating of Dean’s cell phone somewhat distracted me from his previous words, which made a storm rage deep within my soul. I had to try to contain my pain and anger because I knew his dirty dark secret and that he was lying to me, right in front of my face. Maybe I’d confront him tonight. Perhaps I’d break up with him. Or maybe, just maybe, I’d show him that I was never the girl he thought I was.I looked at him, knowing he was a vile man. But I couldn’t let him see my true feelings. So, I let him talk; every sentence is another thread on the web he’d spun. I watched him, searching for signs of guilt, for any flicker of truth behind his lies. But I could see the message he read on his phone; it left him a little stunned.“Is everything okay? Do you need to make a call? I can wait…” I paused.“Oh no baby, don’t stop, let’s continue.” Dean insisted.“Are you sure?” I asked, touching him. I could feel his heart pounding as I ran my hand down his chest, and over his shirt and slacks,

The way Janiya decided to end things with Dean took a lot out of her. But she was glad that she had the strength to show him the door. She wanted him to exit her life for good. The anxiety that had filled her waking days and nights was starting to subside. But the fear and apprehension, Janiya knew, would be something she couldn’t easily erase. She knew she had made the right decision to break up with him. But the physical effects were still with her, like her throat being sore and dry, and that constant ache within her heart remained. She knew without looking at a mirror that her eyes were swollen from her crying.How could she face him again, a man that she once shared all her hopes and dreams with, thinking he was going to be her husband? Janiya found it increasingly difficult to return to work after spending an entire year in a secret relationship with Dean. Thank goodness, no one really knew for sure if they were involved with one another. But everyone suspected something was goin

"Hi, Brooklyn honey, what are you doing here?" Dean asked, somewhat surprised to see her."Did you get my text?" She asked him."No. I’ve been so busy today, as you saw, I was in a meeting. Why? What’s up? Have a seat, you look upset." She was clearly agitated about something.“I received something today that my mind couldn't process and my eyes didn't want to accept,” she said, her voice shaking only slightly. She stepped forward, the USB drive clutched tightly in her palm. “I think you need to see this for yourself.”Brooklyn walked around to the other side of his desk and inserted a flash drive into his computer. When Dean came around to see what she wanted to show him, he bristled in shock. It was him and Janiya from a few weekends ago. Dean's gut clenched at seeing himself and Janiya lying in each other’s arms, half-naked and doing provocative things. He quickly turned off the large computer screen that revealed far too much.He ran his hand through his thick hair as his heart beg

When Brooklyn finally made it home, she said, in a somewhat strained voice, to her driver. “I’ll be in shortly.”“Yes, Miss Brook. I’ll park the car in the garage when you come inside.”“Thank you, Taylor.”She was annoyed; the argument she had with Dean felt like a thunderclap in the aftermath of their conversation. With tremendous mental as well as physical effort, Brooklyn eventually exited the car, standing outside for a moment, her hand resting on the cool metal doorknob, trying to steady her racing heart. The betrayal stung like an open wound, oozing pus and blood. That’s how disgusted she was that he would sleep with someone beneath him, practically a prostitute in her opinion. Brooklyn could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. The collected facade she'd maintained throughout their meeting crumbled, and she took a deep breath, desperate to hold on to her dignity. Mumbling, “How could he do this to me? I don’t know how I’m going to make him and her pay yet, but I’ll think of s