My Unwanted Billionaire

“Alex,” Jason says, turning around to face him.

“What did you just say?” Alex asks, again

“Please take a seat, Alex,” I say, pointing to the chair across mine

“Is that why you invited me over for dinner? Jason suddenly wants to be friends with me again.”

“Yes,”

“Why”

“I think you should take a seat first. It’s a long story,” Jason says

“Alright,” Alex says, taking his seat, “I am listening,” He says once he is comfortable in his chair

“I know you must be shocked to see me talking to you calmly for the first time in years,” Jason says

“Yes, I am.”

“I recently found out you were telling the truth about not raping Christine.”

“Really, how,” Alex asks, looking shocked

Jason tells Alex everything that happened and how he found out he was innocent. Alex listens to Jason, and I watch his face as he takes in all the information. The one expression that stands out among all is shock.

“I can’t believe your grandmother knew and didn’t tell you. And most importantly did all those things to you.” Alex says,

“It’s fine; I will deal with it when the time is right. What is important now is that I apologize to you for not believing you. I am sorry, I should have taken your words into consideration more,” Jason says

“You don’t have to apologize. I understand why you didn’t believe my words over Christine. She was your wife. All is forgiven.”

“You are still the same calm, forgiving guy, aren’t you,” Jason says, using a more laid-back tone to speak to Alex.

“Never changed, bro,” Alex says,

Tears sting my eyes as I watch the two of them become friends again. I never thought I would see this day. I am so happy they are friends again.

“Eleanor, why are you crying?” Alex asks, looking concerned something might be wrong.

“Baby, is something wrong?” Jason asks, turning around to face me. He uses his palm to wipe away a teardrop that fell from my eyes.

“They are tears of joy; nothing is wrong,” I say, smiling

“Oh, that’s good,” Alex saysContent from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Yeah, do you mind me asking why did Christine frame you?” Once I found out she did, I always wondered why. I asked Jason, but he did not know.

“She framed me because I refused to sleep with her.”

“Oh, make sense,” Jason told me that he caught Alex and Christine in his bedroom with Christine’s clothes off when he walked in.

“Why did you even go to the house that day or end up in my bedroom?” Jason asks,

“I got a call from Christine that day that something happened to you. Once I arrived at the house, she told me you were in the bedroom. I didn’t know she was naked inside and went in. I refused to sleep with her, and once she heard you walking into the house. She quickly picked up her clothes and tore them. She also bit her lips to make it look like I bruised her lip while slapping her. I didn’t understand what she was doing until I was about to walk out, and she started screaming. Before I knew what was happening, Christine was accusing me of trying to rape her.”

“Wow, she is one smart lady,” I say. Jason never told me these details because he never knew them.

“She is, but unfortunately, her plan to leech money off two billionaires failed, and she lost both,” Alex says

“Unfortunately for her but fortunately for me,” Jason says, staring at me

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask, smiling. My cheeks become red with his eyes staring so intensively at me. We have been together for six months, but I still blush when he stares at me intensively

“I was just thinking about what my life would have been if she succeeded. I believe it would have been horrible because I wouldn’t have met you, and you are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Jason,” I say, smiling, staring back at him.

“I love you, Eleanor,” Jason says, moving his forehead against mine

“I love you too, Jason,” I say, and I am about to kiss him until someone coughs in the background and ruins the moment.

“You both don’t have to rub it in my face that I am single. I know already,” Alex says,

“Sorry,” I say

“You should get yourself a girlfriend. Your whoring days should end,” Jason says

“Jason,” I say, baffled to hear him say that to Alex.

“Just because you have Eleanor in your arms now does not take away your title as the billionaire whore”

“What did you call him,” I ask, laughing

“Billionaire whore” Alex says, laughing

“I don’t bear that title anymore. Eleanor is the only woman I am sleeping with,” Jason says, wrapping his arms around my shoulder.

“I am happy she is with you,” Alex says

“Me too,” Jason says, pecking my forehead.

A week has gone by since Jason, and I got back together. We are currently in the car on our way to his grandmother’s place. Mrs. Sullivan has been avoiding Jason this past week. I think she knows Jason has found out and is avoiding him because of it. Jason and I are heading over to her place unannounced. We are hoping she is home.

The car pulls up in front of Mrs. Sullivan’s front lawn. Jason parks the vehicle but does not step out immediately. I can bet he is draining today’s confrontation with his grandmother. I feel bad for him. He can’t believe the horrible things his grandmother did, and neither can I.

“If you want, we can come another time,” I say, placing my palm above his on the steering wheel.

“No, it’s now or never,” He says, squeezing my hand softly.

“Alright, let’s go,” I say, opening the car door. I step out and wait for Jason to walk to my side before walking to the front door together.

We ring the bell and wait a few seconds before one of Mrs. Sullivan’s maids opens it. We walk inside to the dining room, where the maid says Mrs. Sullivan is. Jason knows she eats dinner by this time. That’s why he chose now to come.

“Hanna, who was at the door,” Mrs. Sullivan asks from the dining area. She must have heard our footsteps and thought it was her maid.

“It’s me, grandma,” Jason says, walking into the dining area

“Jason, what are you doing here?” Mrs. Sullivan says, surprised to see Jason

“I haven’t heard from you in a week, so I thought I drop by and make sure you are doing okay,” Jason says,

“Oh, sorry I haven’t been able to return your calls. I have been very busy with work this week.”

“I guessed as much, but I still came to make sure you are fine. You know grandpa is no more, so I have to make sure you are fine at all times,” Jason says

“I understand; why don’t you both join me for dinner. I can bet you both haven’t eaten.”

“Sure, thank you, grandma,” Jason says, pulling out the chair for me to sit down.

“How are you doing, Eleanor? It’s been a while since I last saw you. I hope you are doing fine?” Mrs. Sullivan asks as I take my seat

“I am doing fine. Thank you for asking. I hope you are also doing great.”

“Yes, I am,” She says, smiling that evil smile of hers. It looks like she is smiling, but at the same time, like she is smirking.

“How are things at the office, grandma?” Jason asks, taking his seat beside me

“Great, I can’t wait for you to take over next year so I can finally retire.”

Jason would be taking over his grandmother’s business next year. He told me about it a few months ago.

“I can’t also wait to relief you of some of your stress,” Jason says, smiling.

“Me too, Eleanor. Why didn’t you come to my party last time.”

“I wasn’t feeling fine. I hope to attend the next one you have,” I say and thank the maid that puts a plate of food in front of me. On the plate, there is chicken with creole cream sauce and green chill mash.

“Me too,” Mrs. Sullivan says with a tight lip smile. She mutters something to herself, but I still hear it. “But I hope not.”

“Grandma, there is something I need to speak to you about,” Jason says as a maid places a plate of food in front of him.

“I am listening, dear.”

“I know what you and Christine did.”

“I know you do,” Mrs. Sullivan says and continues eating like what Jason just said was something small. She does not even look surprised or worried that Jason knows.

“Why would you do that? Do you know framing me caused Eleanor to leave me? I was devastated because of it. Your plans to split us up hurt me also. Did you think about the fact that you could be hurting me in the process of taking Eleanor away?”

“No, I didn’t because all I wanted was to remove this gold digger from your life.”

“You should have because every time you tried to split us up. I also ended up hurt.”

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to, but you can’t blame me. I don’t want my son to end up with a murder’s daughter.”

“What did you just call me?” I ask, baffled by what she just said. It is one thing to call me a peasant or a gold digger but the child of a murder. What is wrong with this woman?

“Eleanor’s father is the one who killed your parents. He was the drunk driver who murdered them,” Mrs. Sullivan says, causing my whole body to go cold.

“No, you are lying. I don’t believe you,” I say before Jason can even speak.

“I knew you would say that that’s why I have proof.” “Hanna,” Mrs. Sullivan calls her maid

“Yes, ma’am,” Hanna says, entering the dining area.

“Bring my handbag from the bedroom. It’s time I end this relationship once and for all,” Mrs. Sullivan says, with an evil smirk plastered on her face.