The Billionaire’s Blindspot

Several camera flashes blinded Alessa as she looked at Kyle’s bloody knuckles. He was kneeling, exhausted in front of her. On the floor, next to them lay a man, his face also bloody and his eyes closed but hopefully only because he was unconscious. 

“Kyle Danny. Who is this woman? Where is your fiancee? Why did you hurt this man? How did you two meet?” These were just some of the questions being hurled at them, but they were not looking away from each other.

“Kyle, you need to leave. This is all going to blow up. Your fiancée’s going to see all of this.” Alessa finally said, crying, thinking about the pain Kyle must be in. His hands drilling blood. 

“I don’t care. I don’t care about anything else right now. Answer me.” Kyle demanded but also begged at the same time. 

“I can’t.” No matter how much Alessa wanted to run away into the sunset with Kyle Danny, she couldn't. She wasn't enough. Their love wasn't enough!

“So you're saying no to marrying me?” Kyle’s voice stern and angry.

“I—”

“This is the inky time I'll ask. If it's a no now, I won't come back to ask again.” He cried.

“I can’t” was all Alessa could mumble.

“After everything—its still a no?”

“I am sorry,” Alessa kneeled down next to him.

“Me too!” Kyle snarled. His eyes were dark with—anger—indifference. Alessa feared, whatever it was, it was going to consume him. Consume both of them. What she didn't know was this was the last time she was going to see Kyle Danny for a long while. 

Until one day…