The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

The weight of the shocking events of the day bore down on me as I entered the house, and the first thing I noticed was the somber atmosphere. Bella opened the door for me, concern etched on her face. Kieran was seated in the living room, and Bella’s flustered demeanor hinted at the intensity of the news.

“Are you alright?” Bella inquired, her voice filled with sympathy.

I took a deep breath and nodded, though the turmoil in my mind was far from settled. “Yes, I am. I didn’t know Kieran was here.”

Kieran, usually a man of few words, spoke up. “I just came by after hearing the news.”

I sighed heavily, the gravity of the situation settling in. “It’s all over the news,” Bella remarked, her voice reflecting her shock and dismay.

I nodded again, unable to deny the truth. “It’s true.”

Kieran couldn’t contain his anger. “This is so messed up. His own mother and your ex-husband were behind all of this? How cruel can they be?”

I didn’t have an answer to that question. The magnitude of the betrayal weighed heavily on my shoulders. My thoughts raced, attempting to process the unbelievable truth. How could people we had known and trusted orchestrate such a horrific ordeal?

I could see the toll it was taking on Sebastian and Patrick. They were doing their best to maintain a facade of composure, but I knew that beneath the surface, they were struggling to cope with the revelations. It was a cruel twist of fate that had allowed our tormentors to remain hidden for so long, all the while exploiting our trust.

As I took a seat on the couch, I felt drained, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. The ordeal had left scars that wouldn’t heal overnight. The trust I once held for certain people had been irrevocably shattered.

“Can I have a glass of water, please?” I requested, trying to ease the tension that had settled in my throat.

Bella nodded, her understanding gaze never leaving me. She fetched a glass of water and handed it to me, her silent support comforting in a time of chaos.

I took a sip of water, attempting to clear my head, but it was a daunting task. It would take time to process the full extent of the betrayal and deceit we had endured.

“Sebastian had to return to Los Angeles,” I said, breaking the silence that had settled in the room. “His mother was arrested, and his father demanded to see both him and Patrick.”

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Kieran shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I can’t believe this, Mia. It’s like something out of a movie, but worse. How could they do this?”

My own thoughts mirrored his disbelief. “I don’t know, Kieran. But we’re all going to have to find a way to move forward.”

Bella, ever the voice of reason, spoke up. “The most important thing is that it’s over. They can’t hurt you anymore, Mia.”

I knew she was right, and a sense of relief began to wash over me. But the scars left behind by the ordeal would take time to heal. I couldn’t help but wonder how we would rebuild our lives in the wake of such betrayal and heartache.

Feeling mentally and emotionally drained, I decided it was time to retreat to the solace of my bedroom. The day’s revelations had taken their toll, and all I desired was a moment of respite.

“Goodnight, and don’t think too much,” Bella offered her comforting words as I prepared to leave.

With a heavy sigh, I responded, “Thank you. I’ll try not to.”

Kieran nodded in understanding, and I wished them all a peaceful night before heading to my room. The weight of the day was inescapable, but I hoped that sleep would provide a brief reprieve from the tumultuous events.

In my bedroom, I quickly indulged in a soothing shower, allowing the warm water to wash away the day’s turmoil. As the events of the day replayed relentlessly in my mind, I couldn’t escape the whirlwind of emotions they stirred within me.

I followed my skincare routine, the familiar ritual providing a semblance of normalcy in a world suddenly upended. The events and revelations had left me with a profound sense of unease, and I longed for the blissful oblivion of sleep.

Clad in comfortable pajamas, I slid beneath the covers of my bed, yearning for a sense of peace that felt increasingly elusive. It was customary for me to call Sebastian before retiring for the night, but I sensed that he was ensnared by the same disquiet that had gripped me.

Attempting to reach out to him, I dialed his number, but my call went unanswered. Knowing that he was embroiled in dealing with the aftermath of the day’s events, I didn’t press further. There was an unspoken understanding between us that our respective responsibilities often took precedence.

As I lay in bed, the haunting memories and unsettling revelations replayed incessantly in my mind. The betrayal we had suffered was unimaginable, and the scars it had left were still raw.

Despite my desire for reprieve, I couldn’t escape the grip of the past. The darkness that had overshadowed our lives for so long was slowly dissipating, but it had left a lasting impact. The web of deceit, betrayal, and torment had been unraveled, but the wounds it had inflicted would take time to heal.

My mind was a relentless torrent of thoughts, making it challenging to find solace in the embrace of sleep. Yet, the fatigue that had been accumulating throughout the day eventually overcame my racing thoughts.

Gradually, I felt myself slipping into a state of rest, the tumultuous events of the day losing their grip on my consciousness.