All Chapters of The Billionaire's Addiction: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KAYLA'S POV“What are you going to do?”It was the question that had been on my mind, the question that I had had no success in discovering the answer to. I stared at Trisha, suddenly feeling tired all of a sudden, the urge to lie down very great.“I have no idea, Trish. I desperately want to confront him, but then I remember I have no job, and I was foolish enough to believe he was going to marry and I was going to be a full-time housewife. I can't believe how dumb I was to fall for that.”I wiped away a tear, sipping the Martini slowly. “Well, you don't have to blame yourself, Kayla. Some men are animals, and he's one of them. I can't believe Bella, though. She hasn't told me about this new development. We still text occasionally, but she has never mentioned he comes to her place even after you caught him cheating.”I shrugged, not knowing what else to do or how to reply. I had been shocked that Bella had shown absolutely no remorse after everything. It was saddening, and I wondere

KAYLA'S POVI stared at Jeremiah and Trisha, and at that moment I knew that whatever Marcus and I had shared was a facade, we had been pretending and lying to ourselves right from the start. They were working on a writing project, smiling, hand in hand, and Trisha occasionally slapping his behind. He would chase her and they would flop onto the sofa, look at their laptops, create a few ideas and the cycle would start all over again. This was the real meaning of love. They had something in common, they shared a lot together. They were not far apart, even their silences seemed to be filled with words. I enjoyed looking at them, and it made me realize that I and Marcus Turner were never meant to be. It was probably a good thing that we had broken it off.Looking at Trisha and Jeremiah made me feel lonely, and that was why I was headed to the kitchen, determined to get rid of my loneliness. I had begun searching for jobs online, and although I knew that Trisha was going to be there for

TRISTIAN'S POVI had been in the station for over twelve hours, and so far, nobody had questioned me. It was beginning to get on my nerves, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I took laws into my own hands and began to rattle the cell protector.I was worried about Ciara and how she was faring. I wondered if she had heard about my arrest, and I knew the first thing she was probably going to do was run to my father. I too, would've ran to my father if I was in her shoes. I stood, anxiety clouding my features when the fair skinned officer that had handled me brutally a few moments ago slipped a key into the cell protector, then gestured to me to follow him.I followed him, then waited while he clamped the handcuffs on my hands once again.Here I was, being treated like a criminal. For something that I had no idea of. If Mr Scarlet was behind everything, he was going to hear from my lawyers once I got out. Especially if I was eventually cleared of my financial misconduct

TRISTAN'S POVI turned, giving Ciara my widest grin, trying to disarm her. She adjusted, wrapping the loose bathrobe around her body firmly. “What's wrong? You were on my phone. Is there anything the matter?”I was going to confront her head on, but not fully. I did so, standing up from the bed and walking towards her.“I heard you talking in the office a few minutes ago. I wondered if you were probably seeing another man. Are you seeing someone else, CeeCee?”When she burst into laughter, I knew immediately that my accusation was baseless. How could I even think about such in the first place? I didn't blame myself though, I was a jealous lover, and I felt it was healthy for our relationship, at least.“Come on, Tristian. Did you really think I was cheating on you? I told you, the light bill was something else. I called the man that pays for our line of shops to ask him why it was so expensive. That was why I was talking in the office.”She touched my arm lightly, and I dragged her t

Tristian's POVI left Ciara on the bed, my mind on the ruckus that was taking place in the sitting room. I descended the stairs, wondering inwardly what was wrong with Ciara. She had been alright until the end of her “success story”, and I couldn't stop telling myself that I had probably gone too far with my inviting her to dinner.She was already tired, and it seemed my dad had pushed her to the max with his endless questions. She probably needed some rest, and I hoped she was going to be okay by morning.I opened the door to the sitting room, smiling at the two strange faces. My father was seated next to them in his favourite couch, and I slipped in next to him, but not without shaking the men first.“Good evening, I'll take it that you're Tristian Ravenford.”I nodded, shaking hands with the bald headed man with a full beard. He was staring at me in a funny way that made me wonder if the results of their investigation was somehow coming back to haunt me.“Yes, I am. And you are?”“