A Billionaire's Heartbreak

Feelings

Ace's POV

Crystal woke up, gasping in pain. She gently lifted up her shirt and tensed when purple was the sight. I ran over trying to soothe her the short raspy breaths caused me to run out and try to find my personal doctor. I returned quickly with Dr Mark trailing after me. I gestured towards Crystal and he nodded before advancing towards her slowly. Crystal stiffened up immediately as soon as he lifted up her shirt but the Doctor hushed her and tried to start examining.

AS he examined her I paced up and down the room cursing myself for being so stupid. You jerk Ace. Now she hates you! God, you don't deserve to be alive. I'm so dumb! I started muttering apologies under my breath and saw Crystal furrow her eyebrows in confusion after she saw me mouthing words. I looked up and shrugged my shoulders before breaking eye contact. She had questions but she shrugged it off and I knew immediately that once we were along she would bombard me with questions.

After he left and I muttered out my apologies, her eyes immediately filled with tears and she ran over comforting me. I frowned but let her hug me. I stiffened but then relaxed in her arms grateful that she was there for me. While no one else was there for me, she was there. We stayed like that for a few minutes before she let go and I left her arms. I'm not going to lie and say I couldn't wait to get out of her filthy arms. In fact, I wanted to stay in her arms forever. Something about the small gesture moved me and she limped over to the bed before snuggling up. I smiled softly at her before walking out grabbing my laptop and phone. I opened my email where my private investigator had already sent me an email about Crystal Williams

To Ace King

From Brandon Kendic

Crystal Williams. Single woman at the age of 24. She lost her parents at a very young age to a car crash and her only known relative left is her brother. Best friends with Kalia Jones and has a job at one of New York's most highly rated cafes. She earns a low salary but has enough to supply herself. Has no known relationships, and has not had contact with her brother for years. She has had one incident in which she was attacked by a hardened criminal but luckily survived after screaming. Often donates money to local animal shelter and charities. She lives on 8 Memory Lane, in an one-storey house.

I smiled and replied a simple- Good work- to him before shutting my laptop and walking into her bedroom. There Crystal lay with her eyes closed and gentle snores escaped her mouth. I walked over and traced her forehead realising that it was wet. She had cried herself to sleep. I walked over to her chair and sat down watching her. Observing her. Creepy, I know but for some reason I had a strange sense of relief watching her. Knowing that she was safe from harm. But she wasn't. She was still harmed. She was still hurt. All because of my stupid anger. She had a huge heart, forgiving me. Why would she? I was the one who had caused her so much pain. Even if I didn't make her family fall apart. I still hurt her physically. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Then I walked out. Yet closing the door felt painful. Almost as if my heart couldn't bear to be not near her. She had a aura of innocence that surrounded her and I felt as if I needed to protect her. Protect her from the monsters that haunt this wretched world. Protect her from the truth and lies.

Sorry for the late update. I'm just super lazyyy