The Billionaire's Complicated Love

“Mr. Valencian!” I called out in the middle of the party and somehow, successfully, dragged his attention.

And not only his.

His handsome face turned towards me. Those blue eyes were deep as the ocean. His perfect features resonated like a masterpiece and his silky hair fell on his forehead. His jawline and his lips were so perfect that there was no metaphor for them.

“You destroyed my family. I need you to pay me back now!” I continued shouting, ignoring it all.

There was a small smirk on his lips. As he gave a small look to the DJ, the music slowed down and then ceased to exist.

“What do you want, lady?” His voice was sexy. “Attention? Well, there you go.”

My blood boiled from his words. “I don’t want any fucking attention!”

He took a step toward me, keeping his cool.

“Then?”

“I told you. You ruined my family. You need to make up for it!”

He chuckled for a second. “And what if I don’t?”

I wasn’t confident but that didn’t stop me. I took out a gun from my coat and pointed it toward him. “I-I will shoot you!”

As I said that, two big guards started coming towards me. I felt afraid, but he looked at them and let out a small order: “Stop.”

They stopped at once and I looked at him.

“Don’t worry,” He said in his normal pride, “I will handle her myself.”

I knitted my brows and looked at him with confusion. He came closer — so much so that the end of the gun touched his chest.

“Shoot.”

His carefree voice made me afraid. What was going on? Why wasn’t he caring at all?

This was my chance for revenge. I couldn’t lose it.

I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

I looked at him and he sighed. “Well, you should know that every gun is emptied before anyone enters my parties. Anyway, I just saved you from a long ass time in prison. Why don’t you start by thanking me?”

I was extremely embarrassed and looked down, processing what happened. He smirked and everyone clapped for him — which made the matter a lot more worse.

I felt tears on the verge of falling down so I ran out of the place.

Today was a bad day.

A very bad one.

…

I reached my house after a long time. Crying in the park all alone didn’t help — a lot of people had witnessed me back at the party and they gave me weird glares.

I had made such a big mistake and I didn’t know how to resolve it.

When I entered the house, I saw my son – Andrew Walker – come up to me.

I smiled widely. “Hey, baby… how was your day?” I asked as I sat down and patted his head.

He smiled back.

“It was good, mommy! No one makes fun of me anymore after I took the fight to Warner. I feel so happy!”

I hugged him and then carried him inside the house. “I told you, honey. You just need to be strong.”

Andrew was just six years old. He had always been bullied at school — well, I didn’t know about that until a while back. I tried asking the teacher to help but she told me that she couldn’t control Warner. So, I told him to take care of it himself and as usual, he excelled in the work.

“Mommy, mommy. But I always think what he means.”

I looked at him with a frown. “I told you, don’t think about it. He is just a jerk.”