The Billionaires Treasure

Chapter Twenty-two

"Some of the most poisonous people come disguised as friends and family.."

The pain in my jaw eased after the first few days, the bruise now just a light shade of purple compared to the angry black and blues it had previously been. The swelling now completely gone.

Kieran had tried to visit several times since the incident. Every time the security quickly escorting him out in a violent way. I couldn't help but think people were hiding things from me. Especially with the way they treated him, how they got to me so fast as if they were waiting for the moment he would hit me. The thought of them knowing something about him that I didn't infuriated me.

Pictures had been leaked online of Kieran standing outside my home in boxers glaring at my new Mazarati but unfortunately the paparazzi that we caught couldn't be charged as the photographs were captured from a different angle; at the other end of the garden.

The media had blew up according to Elisa but I refused to look at any of the nonsense, staying clear of my social media accounts, magazines, newspapers and also the news channel. I hadn't even left the house for the past week. Doing my work at home sounded like the safer option. Not that I was scared of Kieran but because I didn't want to go out in public with a big black eye and get constantly questioned by everyone about my new romance with Kieran.

The romance that was no more. I couldn't stay with a man like that just because I was falling for him. I refused to be abused.

My heart ached painfully within my chest as I took another sip of my coffee, staring at the laptop screen as it all became blurred with the tears I refused to cry. He had been my rock, the man who was meant to take all the pain away and mend my broken heart. Instead he got half way to fixing me before crushing me harder than ever.

I don't know what happened with him, he never was one to raise his voice or get into fights during the several years he worked for my mother. He had been nothing but loving and caring towards me every time he saw me. Always trying to flirt with me whenever he could. Was it me? Did I make the people around me become toxic? Was I that hard to love.

My mind wandered to Darien, the gifts had stopped being delivered after the car which I was thankful for but at the same time I cried out for him to keep fighting for me. For years all I wanted was for him to come back and say sorry, the more years that past the harder I became until when he did show up I wasn't ready for a simple "Sorry," I was worth more than that. Despite his efforts he was still the one who broke me and nothing he could buy me would fix that. You can't mend a broken heart with gifts.

I was too stubborn to forgive him easily, even after everything he done to me. Being engaged and having her baby just topped it all off. I would never be with him now. Not when he was the father to her child.

The thought of seeing her constantly as she dropped the child off at our house for visits, having to look at the child that contained both Sasha and Dariens DNA. I couldn't. That would hurt more than the original heartbreak. That is, if he would even leave her.

"Sapphire?" Donatellos rough voice filled my home as the front door swung open forcefully, keeping my head down as I sniffed my running nose and cleared my blurry eyes. I was just overcoming depression I couldn't keep doing this to myself it was unhealthy.