Page 59 of Contract of a Billionaire

“Why are you here?” Alessio’s cold voice pulled my attention back to him.

“I-I have something to say to you,” I murmured.

His gray eyes locked on me. I used to think of them as molten silver. But now, they were stone-cold gray. My chest heaved as my heart twisted.

“I don’t want to hear whatever you have to say,” he replied coldly.

A knife in the heart must hurt less than this. I was scared. I wanted him in my life for this baby. Our baby deserved the best. Yet at this moment, I wasn’t so sure what the best was.

“We dated for two months,” I croaked. “The least you could give me is two minutes.”

“We didn’t date,” he replied in a tone so cold, it sent frost down to my bone marrow. “It was fucking. I fucked you. Despite my better judgement, I couldn’t resist a good fuck. That’s all this ever was.”

Pain, raw and consuming, grabbed me by my throat. I should have turned around, right there and then. I should have slapped him and went on my way. I didn’t. Desperation and hope robbed me of my pride.

“It’s important,” I choked on a hiccup. “W-what I have to tell you… it’s important.”

We stared at each other. His face was still the same, handsome and mesmerizing, but that lethal ruthlessness lingered in his gaze. Suddenly, I no longer felt warm. Something deep in his eyes froze my soul and my heart.

“Tell someone who fucking cares.”

Another crack in my heart. Except this one split it in two.

Icy tone. Hard stare. Simple words. Yet they struck deep. They slashed me. Broke me. My knees shook and I feared they wouldn’t hold me. This scenario I hadn’t anticipated. This hole in my chest expanded until I feared it would swallow me and I’d drown in this pain.

“Was any of it real?” I croaked, my throat burning.

His jaw tightened.

The door to the bathroom opened and I got my answer. A woman came out. Skimpy little nightgown. Long blond hair. Messy. The kind you got after you were thoroughly fucked.

My heart turned to ashes. Like it had been torn out of my chest and sliced with a blade.

None of it was real. It was just a fuck for him. I didn’t need this. I wanted more. I could have more.

Except, I wanted him. I loved him.

“Goodbye, Alessandro.”

I turned around and forced one foot in front of the other. I left without a backward glance. I didn’t run.

It wasn’t until I was outside and saw my mother that a sob tore through me. A tear ran down my cheek. Then another. Until my face was wet, the cold temperatures stinging my face. My legs gave out. Before my knees hit the cold ground, Maman caught me.

Sobs wracked my body. My heart twisted in my chest and all the while my gasping sobs filled the cocoon of Maman’s arms.

And the whole time she held me, whispering words only a mother could. “Want me to kill him?”

And then I cried harder, because Alessio dead would be the ultimate hell on this earth. I fell in love with a bad man. He promised me heaven and delivered hell.

Life without him was hell and it had just started.

“Don’t kill him, Maman,” I whimpered. It should surprise me that she knew but somehow it didn’t. “Where is dad?”

“Just me,” she murmured into my hair.

My heart bled, matching the flood of tears. The man I fell in love with didn't exist. Molten silver turned into a cold metal.

“It’s okay, ma chérie.” Maman’s mouth moved against my hair. “You let it all out.”