All Chapters of Betrayal. Fleeing from the Billionaire.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Stephanie Miller. I open my eyes and the light hits my vision. I look at the time and sit bolt upright in bed, knowing I’ll be late for work because I stayed up late at night with Matt. We have wanted to become parents since we have been together for almost twenty years. The good thing is that, despite the time, we continue to love and desire each other with the same intensity. First, we had agreed to finish our careers. Then, to be able to establish ourselves and prosper in our positions. And so it has been. So, a while ago, I stopped taking the pill, and we practiced making babies every single night. “Come on, dear, stay with me a little longer.” “No, Matt, I have to get up. I can’t be late today. I have an important operation early now.” “Ugh! Your patient’s brain tumor will still be there, even if you are a little late.” I open my eyes wide, turn around and tell him. “Wow, that was dark. Come on! Stop being so lazy. You also have important meetings early. Didn’t you want

Stephanie Miller.Two weeks later…I returned home after having a long and exhausting shift at the hospital. It was a very hard day, on which I didn’t even have time to have lunch. My last patient died during the operation, because of cardiac arrest. By the time Amelia arrived in the operating room, it was too late.So, I really need a warm soak in the tub, a glass of wine, and to sleep for the rest of the night. When I enter the apartment, the lights are off and many candles illuminate the place. Standing next to the hallway, Matt is waiting for me with an enormous bouquet of white roses, my favorites.“What is all this, my love? Did you prepare it?”“Well, yes, although I must admit that I received a little help. Remind me to say thank you to Emily.”“Oh! That’s why she wasn’t at the hospital around three.”Matt smiles at me happily as he approaches me. He takes me by the waist while he tells me with his hoarse and seductive voice, “Happy twenty years of knowing each other, dear.”

Stephanie Miller.I sped from the apartment, leaving Matt fuming. The terrible thing about our fight is that I know he is right. My sister always tries to ruin everything good that can happen in my life. She often looks for excuses for us to fight. All the discussions we have had have been about her. I don't know why I keep falling for her excuses every time something happens and my trust in Matt diminishes even more.I always wanted to have a little sister. My childhood was very lonely. Matt has been my friend, my partner, my everything. I know I shouldn’t have fought with him over her; I know! But once we got into fight mode, there was no turning back. We are both too stubborn to give in. Those are things we love about each other.I walk aimlessly, immersed in my thoughts, deciding what I will do. I could go and face Stella right now, but I feel very affected by the fight. If I faced her right now, she would only allow herself to hurt me even more than she already had. Every day th

Stephanie Miller. We arrived at the hospital and quickly got out of the car. The security operation that always invades us when we go out together is immediately deployed. We walked and took the elevator to the eighth floor, where the VIP wing was located. My father always reserves that area of ​​the hospital when someone in the family needs medical attention. We entered the wing, and I saw dad typing furiously on his cell phone. His gaze is distant, which highlights the wrinkles on his forehead. I clear my throat and say, “Hi, Dad.” He looks up, fixes his gaze on both of us, and says, “you’re finally here! Why did you take so long, darling?” He gets up from his seat and greets us both. I answer, “because my phone was on silent since I’m not on call this weekend, Dad. I only looked at the phone when I went to the kitchen. But I am already here. I’ll go examine Stella.” “Yes, please go and let me know if anything happens.” A voice of concern fills our conversation. Matt says to

Stella Miller. I woke up with a severe headache. What the hell happened? I open my eyes slowly and see a very familiar face staring at me just a couple of inches from my face. I try to speak, but he cuts me off. “Never involve me in something like that again. You heard me? I almost lost my job and my license.” I sigh and say, “before I answer your question, tell me. What the hell happened?” Johnson scratches his head in exasperation and says, “When you idiotically thought of hitting yourself in the head with that gun, you hit an aneurysm.""Yes, surprise. You had an aneurysm. With the hit, it exploded, and your brain was bleeding. You told me it was just blows to the body and that you wouldn’t need anything serious and since I’m a complete idiot, I believed you. You almost died, you understand, right?” I just listen to him, showing no emotion. Then I tell him, “Stop whining, Johnson. Behave like a man! Yes, I knew I had an aneurysm, and no, I didn’t want you to do the CT.” “You a