The Billionaire's Bet

Chapter 28: You loved me...

My heart ached for her, every single second...

Evanly

I trusted him with my whole heart. I thought he was different, I thought he was my one. I thought I could let myself love again, I was in love with him...

I locked myself in the guest room. I did not want to speak to anyone at the moment. All I felt was pain, betrayal, anger. I felt like a clown. It was all just a fucken bet and I fell for it. I fell for his sweet, heartwarming words that captivated my heart. With every passing moment I was with him, I fell for him even harder. I was in love with him...

Tears fell down my cheeks, the lump on my throat grew bigger and bigger. I cried so much that my cheeks began hurting and my face was numb. Occasional knocks kept on coming through the modern, wooden door every 2 hours. I heard faint voices talking, mentioning my name.

I layed there on the bed, sulking away my pain. I eventually fell asleep but somewhere during the warm night I woke up to a faint knock on the door. I couldn't believe that Danzel and Conilliouse were still up, knocking on the door at this hour.

"Evanly...I know you're awake. Can we please talk...?", Devon's deep, husky voice came through the door. I set up in bed and stared at the door.

"Evanly, please—I'm—i'm sorry...", he whispered softly. I continued to stare at door, part of me wanted to open the door and throw myself into his arms but my self respect was shielded from the bit of confidence he had given while clawing at my love. I thought about letting him in, talking to him, fixing things but I was done playing the pushover, the ideal woman. He sounded tired, his Italian accent slipping through the cracks of his voice , my heart broke. I still loved him so much and he made it hard for me to stay angry but I wouldn't let myself give in so easily. I stayed silent, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to leave. After agonizing 7 minutes, he finally left. Yes, I counted every damn minute from the ticks of the clock hanging from the wall beside the bed.

I fell back onto the soft pillows, I heaved a deep sigh of exhaustion, grabbed my phone from the bedside table. I turned it on and saw that I had 4 messages, two from Danzel and two from Conilliouse.

-Danzel-

'Evanly are you okay?'

'You two need to talk...'

-Conilliouse-

['Hey Babes, are you doing okay in there?']

['Do you want to talk about it?']

I found a message, it was from an unknown number. I read it and immediately felt disgusted. It was Justine. Just the thought of him repulsed me, this man was the last thing I need to think about.

['Evanly, I'm moving out, can you come and pick up your things by next week.']

Dammit... I forgot that my things were still there. I was busy falling in love with someone I thought I could trust, what a fucking lie that was.

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I slowly got up from the bed and lazily walked into the bathroom to take a shower and ease my aching heart. I peeked my clothes off, got into the glass pane shower that shined slightly as the moonlight from the window hit it. I opened the tap and let the hot water hit and embrace my body. I breathed a deep sigh and ran my fingers through my wet, curls. The steam soon fogged up the glass panes.