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The Billionaire's Unforgiving Lover

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Once a colorful future … Always a tragedy magnet. ** After her mother’s mysterious death and her brother's overdose, Jade Zyvia's life becomes a rollercoaster. The day her best friend and lover, Winter Brownell returns, she realizes she is all alone. One uncovered secret meeting between her mother and someone she trusts opens a can full of deception and mystery. With a hunger to know what happened, she gets into a grisly accident. Turning her life into a complete mess than before. * Winter Brownell never thought one event will turn his life upside down. Nevertheless, the event wasn’t as hurtful as his one sweet moment with her first love, Jade turned into a nightmare. After the collision, he starts unearthing secret after secret surrounding everyone he adores. * When she wakes will she search for answers or run? Will their friendship ever be rebuilt or was that morning their first and last? Who is behind Winter's tragic accident?

Longing For You

JADE: 

He left me.  

These words are stuck in my mind like a cassette tape.  

I want a resemblance to the past. I need anything to feed my delusional mind that he is hiding somewhere watching me. But my mind has its mind and loves to torment me, it is like reality and the truth chokes me over and over again. 

“Miss Jade, any addition?” 

I shake my head subtly, and the one speaking continues.  

They leave quietly when the meeting ends. You might think I would throw them over the window if they made a sound. If only it were any other team with another project leader, there would have been some high fives and promises to dine tonight to celebrate the end of this project.  

Well, we can’t have it all, can we? Every leader isn't the same, and the same applies to a team. Celebrating is a faraway illusion, and we are used to it.  

In my office, I finalize the reports about the project, thinking, “on to the next project.” 

This is my life now. My dull life. Work, work, and work. Projects after projects. At this rate, it is the only thing keeping me alive, sane. If someone told me before staring at words on a piece of paper would guarantee me sanity, I would have laughed so hard and asked them to get their minds checked. 

I knew the definition of breaks, hell, I was a break junkie. My mantra was, “there is time for everything.” 

What would he say if he saw me like this? Sticking to the same routine; meeting, office, reports, proposals, field, home, and repeat!

I have no life and only breathe to relive the past. Thinking over and over what I could have done differently. 

Disappointed much!

Would he hate this little life of mine or would he understand why I am the way I am? After all, he was my everything and he knew it, yet, he left me. 

He left me.  

He left with no words and never looked back. No text. No fake apologies. Nothing! Just gone!  

How could he leave me like that? What unforgivable sin did I do? 

At first, I thought it was a prank because come on, he was mine as I was his, he wouldn’t dare hurt me, not in the slightest.  

You know, there is a kind of love, pure and innocent. The type of love that hurts is a missing vocabulary. He adored me. I caught him severally watching me with nothing but deep affection.  

But then, the weeks passed by so fast and when I welcomed the second month, thoughts suffocated me. Was it all a lie? Panic became my best friend, and they worsened every minute of the day. 

On the third month, my conscience graced me with pure euphoria. I watched myself from outside reading the eulogy and wailing in pain. He was dead.   

Months forward, I cursed myself and my thoughts, I shouldn’t have thought like that, he was somewhere, trying his best to find his way back to me. He left for a reason and he didn’t hate me that much to leave without a word.  

The second year came, and anger coursed through my veins, crushing everything in me. I wanted that piece of paper so bad. That bold eulogy, reading, “he was a cruel man and I am glad he is dead.”  

When the second year ended, I felt empty and the self-hatred road welcomed me with open arms. It was wrong of me to think like that. Everything came back in a rush, choking me.  

I felt his touch. I recalled his gorgeous laughter. His morning irritated grunt. His scent lingered. I wanted him so bad.  

I want him here with me. Now, I need... 

Ding! 

The notification brings me back to my reality. I fight off the tears threatening to fall. I can’t cry. I throw my head back and laugh at the thought of him living his life somewhere while I am here killing myself.   

I blink severally, hoping the message is my eyes playing with me. I wish I could ignore it. I do. But I know better. The number goes to voicemail. 

A lady from the tech team comes but after two hours, she turns empty-handed.  

I am screwed.  

I should ignore it but I know the person would resurface if something happens related to this message. They won’t be anonymous anymore. They will parade around the world, saying they alerted me and I disregarded them. 

Sighing, I leave for the CEO’s office. 

“Why would you visit his land because of one text, Miss Jade? You and your team have been thorough, haven’t you?” The CEO inquires, bored out of his mind. 

“Yes, Mr. Brownell. But...” 

"Are you saying that from now on, you will stop and restart everything after receiving petty messages?" 

He can’t be serious. 

“Mr. Brownell, we will supply these products to a kindergarten. Sir, don’t take me wrong, I would have done the same thing regardless of where and who. A week more won’t hurt sir.” I try to reason with him, after all, we have finished the project before the deadline. 

“Your conscious must be feeling holier than thou today, Miss Jade. You affirmed the team researched well and followed all protocols before sending out the contract. I have no time watching you ride on your morals and whatnot. Get over with this and pick another project already.”   

He points at the door, and from the look on his face, I know better than poking more, one thing is for sure, if I continue, he will throw me through the window while screaming, “you are fired, miss goody shoes.” 

I leave his office, feeling worse than when I entered. Mr. Brownell has gotten much worse over the past few months and I wish he could visit the company’s psychologist for heaven’s sake.  

I need to think clearly about what to do. Yes, we put our sweat and blood into this, but in case of any mistake, I will be blamed.  

I spent the rest of the day surfing through the files on anything I might have missed. 

On my way home, I think of every article I have read about the farm and its owner. Yeah, I am obsessed and I am glad about it because if I don’t, then he would consume my mind and I would recall every minute of the time we used this same road. 

It is the third year and I feel everything when I think of him, sadly, when he isn’t on my mind, for a few minutes, I am an empty pit. He is leading my life in his absence.   He is everything and without him I am nothing.  

The repetitive voice in my head tells me I drove him away, after all, I am talented in chasing everyone away, why else would they leave me? 

I want to see him, even if it is for a second.  

Is a second too much to ask? 

He is alive, he has to be. But if he is, where has he been all these years? Why isn’t he back for me? To me? Did I have it all wrong? Can he live without me? Because for me, this isn’t living. 

Where are you, my love? 

Please, come save me. 

Where We Belong

WINTER: 

“You can’t call back whenever you feel like after ignoring my calls. It doesn’t work that way; it shouldn’t work that way.”  He grunts.  

I hold the phone far off my ear since I know what comes next; I don’t care about his feelings but my own. I changed overnight into someone else.  

Same old complaints.  

Knowing I still don’t care, he grunts and informs me why he has been calling endlessly, “Look into the files I have sent and report back. We have bigger fish to fry than her stupid...” 

“I will look into it.”  

“I should fire her. She is a menace, and I hate that she reports to me every minute of the day. Tell me again, why does she report to me?”  

In other words, I need to stop my work-from-home shenanigans and go to the office little does he know I am anxious about it. How will she react? I know for sure I will take her breath away.  

“Winter, are you listening? I didn’t call to send you down memor

Heroes

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