Chris’s POVI was driving from work in my Aston Martin, with the windows pulled down, the cool breeze of the night wooshing in. There was no traffic and the road was a bit clear. Mind you, it was after midnight. I had stayed a while at the office because it was my first day back after the scandal. There was a lot that I had to take care of, and now that most of those things were done, I was proud of myself. While I was at work, I had received a notification from the bank app but I had only glanced at it, hoping that when I got home, I would take a better look at it. My guess was that Linda had withdrew some money to spend on herself, and that was nothing to question. Pulling into the compound that led to my luxurious villa, I parked next to the other expensive cars that I owned. Most of the workers had gone home already, leaving only a few; the ones that worked for the nightshift. In my mind, this place was a ghost town. I mean people were here, but it was missing someone very imp

Chris’s POVI woke up to someone gently tapping me on my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open and my vision soon cleared. When I looked up, I saw that it was a guy. He was wearing the uniform that all the workers here wore. “Sir, I’m sorry to wake you, but if I didn’t, you would have been late for work,” He informed me. “Sh*t,” I cursed under my breath as I sat up, a swinging headache gripped my head but soon dulled away in seconds. “Thank you,” I told the guy as I tried to find my way to my room so I could shower. Glancing at the clock on the wall in the hallway as I headed toward my room, I saw that it was almost seven. I needed to get my butt in the bathroom and get ready as fast as possible. When I entered my room, my eyes fell on the broken phone and I sighed in frustration. What was I thinking last night? Yeah, I was mad and could easily replace the phone, but I still was not going to be in contact with anyone until I did. What if Linda was calling? What if she had forgiven me

Chris’s POVIt was now after the meeting and Meghan and her boyfriend had gone. They were now officially one of the many investors of the company. I really did not have much of a choice in the matter. But I had a feeling that this was such a bad idea and that it was going to bite me the butt really soon. I went back to the mountain of paperwork that I had to do. Doing the work took my mind off the things going on in my life and all I could focus on was finishing what I was doing. I was in full work mode. By noon, a knock on the glass door drew my attention and I looked up. I was almost done with the paperwork but I still had a few meetings scheduled for later that day. “Yeah?” I asked. It was my secretary. “It’s lunchtime, you should give yourself a break, I think,” She said to me, giving me a soft and warm smile. “I’m not buying pastries from the bakery across the street for you to eat, you already ate them for breakfast, try to get some real food, please.” I could not help but

Chris’s POVI dropped the call just like I had that I would, not even giving her a chance to protest. The gnawing guilt that I was a billionaire while my aunt whom I loved so much was struggling financially was getting to me, making me feel sick to my stomach.And that was going to change. I waited for her to send me the bank account number, and while I did that, I made another call and told one of my drivers to use one of the other cars that go for her at the coffee shop. When I dropped the call, I noticed a new message and it was from her. I was so glad that she had not given in to her pride. I knew her to be a proud woman, ever since, from growing up. I tapped open the message and I saw exactly what I was waiting for. To be honest, if she did not need money this bad, she would have never sent it. That was the kind of person she was. I mean, yeah, I was still a bit mad to find out that she had been the one to reject me when I was a baby and that it was her brother who had accepte

Chris’s POVI was in the back of the car, heading back to the office. My lunch break was over and I still had a lot to do, even though I felt the urge to just find a way to get to my father and have a long talk with him about him, I had to resist it. I adjusted my weight in the leather seat and stared out the window at the passing building. The food at the restaurant had been really good and it had been expensive, but in my opinion, it was worth it. My aunt had left and she had told me that I should not let any of the things that she told me get to my head, but she was too late, it had already gotten to my head. She also told me that she received the money and was really grateful, that it meant a lot to you. She said that the only reason she didn’t talk about it when she arrived or during the meeting was because she felt a bit embarrassed, she felt like she should have been the one giving me money rather than the other way around. I had to convince her that I did not mind, that sh