Left Penniless By Her Ex.

Knock, Knock.

Khalid Greco opened the door of the Hotel, Zeus’s top room and slid in. He only taken one step forward when a gun was pointed in his direction.

“Sir!” He quickly called out, raising his hand and identifying himself. “It’s me, just me!”

Without even a glance in his direction, the gun was lowered, but Wally didn’t speak a word, not at first. He just continued staring at the note in his hand, reading it.

[Last night was a great one. Too bad it’s only a one night time, but anyways, thanks for making my shitty day a little better. Here’s a tip.] ~Noelle.

On the table where the note had been found, was a 100 dollar bill.

Wally felt his eyes twitch at the sight. That woman, did she…

“Sir?” Came Khalid’s voice, who wondered what had happened, for his usually calm and collected boss to be standing in the middle of the room, looking like he’d been sucker punched.

It was a sight to see- coming here to pick his boss up after receiving orders, only to end up seeing him like this. Khalid would have made jest with it, only he knew if he did that, both he and his entire family would vanish off the face of planet earth, without so much as a trace.

So, being the wiser, he cautiously asked. “Is everything alright, Sir?”

Finally, Wally broke out of his trance and turned to him. “I need you to find someone, the lady who spent the night here with me. Find her.” He instructed, slipping the note into his pocket.

“Now?” Khalid asked, but upon not getting any answer from his boss, nodded. “I see, consider it done, Sir.”

With that, he bowed and excused himself.

As soon as he was gone, Wally walked over to the mini bar, poured himself a glass of bourbon and downed it in one gulp.

“Who would’ve thought,” he murmured, staring at the empty glass as his mind wandered back to last night and the corners of his lips, against his better judgement, tugged upwards a bit.

“That We'd meet like this again, and things, would be so interesting.”

~•~

Noelle made her way back to her apartment, body aching all over from her impulsive decision the previous night, when she felt her phone ding with a message. She pulled it out, her eyes nearly flew out of their sockets.

The amount of Ninety five thousand dollars had been removed from she and Jason’s joint savings account.

Her heart spiked a beat as she read the notification and seconds later, panic settled in.

Who the hell…

Ah, she felt a pinch in her chest, at the realization.

That bastard Jason. She knew without a doubt that he was the one behind this. He had shamelessly withdrawn his share of their savings. This was his way of telling her officially that they were over.

Taking a look at her current bank balance, less than Five thousand dollars, Noelle felt tears prick the corners of her eyes and more importantly, she felt angry at herself.

How could she have been as stupid as to give 80 percent of their savings to Jason?!

Love truly does make one a blind fool.

“There you are Noel,” The voice of her best friend, Elena, interrupted her thoughts the moment she stepped inside their shared apartment. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning.”

“Sorry,” Noelle conjured weakly as she kicked off her shoes and slipped into one of the couches. “My phone ran out of juice.” She lied.

Elena opened her mouth to speak, but then noticed the tired expression on Noelle’s face and the way her movements were stiff and slightly uncomfortable and the hickey peaking out of her dress was a dead giveaway.

Immediately, a knowing smile spread across her lips. “Oh, I see.”

“What?” Noelle blinked, her brows knitting in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Noelle. I can tell you got laid.” Elena took a seat beside her. “That means the date with Jason was a total success. Tell me, did you two spend the night at the hotel, or his place? Oh, did he propose?”

At the mention of her scumbag ex boyfriend, Noelle felt her entire mood crash and the pain from the night before came rushing back.

“He dumped me.” She muttered after a heart beat, clenching her fist. “Our anniversary date was a total flop.”

Elena stared at her in disbelief. It was clear that she hadn’t seen such an outcome happening.

No one had, after all, she and Jason were college sweethearts and their romance had been burning to hot, that a breakup was never in the picture.

Yet, here she was.

“What…what happened?” Elena managed to ask.

“The fucking bastard dumped me and has withdrawn his share of our savings.” Noelle gritted her teeth at the memory, feeling her anger rise. “Apparently, he met someone who’s richer and they’re getting married soon.”

The word marriage felt bitter on Noelle’s tongue. They had dated for three years, yet each time she brought up the topic of marriage, he’d always avoid it.

Elena’s eyes widened. “What?” She was now furious. “After everything you’ve done? That bastard dumps you for some rich bitch?”

Exactly, Noelle thought, after everything she’s done for him.

“This is unacceptable. I have to see the type of bitch that stole your man!” She pulled out her phone and went to Jason’s I*******m page.

Noelle felt her chest clench at the sight of Jason interacting happily with a beautiful blonde in one of the pictures he had just recently posted.

She felt anger and jealousy as well. Jason had never taken and posted any picture of she and him. Yet, here he was, flaunting his Blondie bitch so effortlessly.

Did their three years of relationship matter so little to him?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the Elena’s gasp.

“She’s the one?”

Noelle, putting the worse of her thoughts away, frowned. “You… know her?”

“Who doesn’t!” Came Elena’s sharp response. “Ivette Castellano, a big time I*******m star and model who seems to have it all. But in reality, she’s only freeloading off her uncle.”

“And who’s her uncle?”

“Wallace Castellano,” Elena, disregarding the lie Noelle had told her before, took her phone and pulled up one of the latest articles, but the man’s face was a dark shade, making it hard for anyone to see. “Italy’s richest and most ruthless business Tycoon. Word has it that he owns a one out of two customized Rose Noire Droptail.”

Noelle’s eyes widened slightly. Ah, he was that rich?

She glanced back at the picture and frowned. Ivette Castellano sure must have some pretty privileges. Such as effortlessly stealing her man.

With a sigh, she leaned back. Could the world make her situation any more miserable?

“This is unacceptable.” Elena suddenly began. “Just because she’s rich, doesn’t give That bastard the right to hurt you. We have to make him pay.”

“Revenge?” She muttered, smiling wistfully. “Well that sounded like a blissful thing to do, but how exactly are we going to do that?

“In case you’ve forgotten, his latest ATM is the niece of Italy magnet. Even a dumb person would know hurting her is a clear sign of trouble. And even if we do decided to follow through, I don’t think I’m rich enough to stand toe to toe.”

Noelle admitted and frowned at the sad reality. All those years of paying hospital bills, gambling debts and funding Jason’s life, had financially drained her to the point that she didn’t even have 50 thousand in savings.

God, how had she turned out so pathetically?

“You’re right,” Elena spoke up after a short while. “At your current financial standing you’re not rich enough. But, what if you were to own, the supplier of his new ATM?”

Noelle frowned in confusion. “What?”

“There’s only one way to get this revenge: you have to become that scumbag aunt in-law and that bitch’s aunt. You have to marry Wallace Castellano!”