The Billionaire's Bet

Chapter 7 : Don't Let Go!

How dare he?

Evanly

The next morning I woke up feeling like shit, I had a hangover, maybe I should've slowed down on the wine. We were leaving today. I had work tomorrow, so did Justine. Him and I were already set up ready to go.

As we said our goodbyes, dad walked up to me and gave me a warm, tight hug. I teared up a bit, while we hugged dad whispered something into her ear.

"Be very careful with that so called "husband" of yours, my princess."

We pulled apart and I gave him a concerned look. What did he mean by that? I took a last glance at Lunna and saw her sad expression while looking at Justin enter the car. I frowned and didn't even bother to say goodbye to her, I don't know why but I was suddenly mad at her.

We left and on the road I didn't speak a word to Justin, he too didn't say anything to me. We drove in silence. When we got back home, Justin took the bags out and went into the house. I got out too, grabbed my things and his, then locked the car. I went into the house, locked the door behind me, went up stairs and got into bed straight away. I was exhausted.

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A month passed. Evanly and Justin were still fighting with each other, but one night they have such a big fight that Evanly ends up leaving the house in the middle of the night. She cried and cried, she felt as if her marriage was not going well, it was falling apart but she still had hope in Justin and she still loved him very much.

On the other hand Justin was running out of time, every second he felt like everything would come crashing down. Lunna had Instructed him before leaving, to do everything—anything possible to make Evanly resent him even if it meant hitting her and tormenting her. He felt trapped, he felt helpless—defeated and worst of all, he couldn't tell her the truth. He had to come up with a way to get out of all of this but how?

It killed him how much he loved Evanly and how he was watching his marriage fall apart right in front of his eyes all because of his mistakes. He planned out everything. From the argument to the specific words he would use know they would break her heart and threatening her. Through it all he tried to hold back tears, his frustration bubbling over. He wanted to pull her into his arms and apologise for everything he has done to her. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how much he still needed her and how much he still wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

After the fight she left and Justin stayed there in the house, unable to follow her, fearing that it would ruin everything. He broke down in tears.

Why was this happening to him?

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The world tilted.

The second I saw the plates on the black Porsche crumpled and smoking beneath the overturned hood, time seemed to collapse around me. My feet moved before my brain could catch up, pounding against the pavement, lungs burning as I sprinted across the dark street toward the wreckage.

"Devon..."

His name tore out of my mouth like a prayer wrapped in panic. My heart was beating so violently I could feel it in my throat, pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape.

The smell hit me before I reached the car—burnt rubber, leaking gasoline, metal twisted like tin foil. And blood.

So much blood.