My Unwanted Billionaire

I hear Hanna’s footsteps before she enters back into the living room. With every step she takes towards Mrs. Sullivan, I hear my heart beating fast against my chest. My dad died drunk while driving. I know Jason’s parents died because a drunk driver hit their car. Please, God, my dad could have hit anyone the night he died. Please don’t make it Jason’s parents.

“Here, you go, son,” Mrs. Sullivan says, placing a file in front of Jason.

Jason quickly opens the file. There are pictures inside from the accident.

“If you look at the truck that hit your parents and the one with the man holding Eleanor in his arms, you can tell immediately that they are the same ones.” Mrs. Sullivan says, pointing to the pictures. Jason has them laid out on the dining table. “Eleanor, what day did your dad die?”

“26th December 2000” I might have been just two years old, but Uncle Jack told me when I got older. It was two years later my mom died.

“Jason, honey, I don’t need to remind you that was the day you also lost your parents.”

“It could be pure coincidence. I don’t believe you,” I say, feeling tears forming in my eyes. I don’t want to believe her, but everything is pointing that she is right. Please, God, don’t make her right. She can’t be right. I will lose Jason.

“Why should I believe you? How am I not sure this is one of your ways to just try and split Eleanor and me up?” Jason says, finally speaking since his grandmother accused my father of being the one who killed his parents.

“You don’t have to believe me. You can investigate yourself. You will see that this gold digger is the daughter of the man who killed your parents.”

“I will do my own investigation. Eleanor, let’s go,” Jason says, standing up. Jason leaves the dining room before I stand up. I stand up, but before I walk out of the dining room, a question pops in my head to ask Mrs. Sullivan.

“Why,” I ask

“Why what,” She asks, confused

“Why dig up the past and scatter something so beautiful Jason and I have built. We could have continued with our lives and never found out that my dad murdered his parents, but you just had to ruin our happiness, didn’t you” I ask, as tears escape my eyes. I try my best to keep my emotion at bay, but it’s hard.

I don’t need Jason to conduct his own investigation to know Mrs. Sullivan is not lying. She knew why Jason and I came here today, and she was not scared one bit that Jason might cut ties with her after everything she did because she knew the night would end in her favor.

“I didn’t ruin his happiness because your love for him is fake.”

“My love for him is not fake, Mrs. Sullivan!” I scream at her. She keeps doing things that hurt Jason and me. I am getting tired of her ignorance to see that.

“Did you just raise your voice at me?” Mrs. Sullivan says, shocked to have heard the tone I used to speak to her.

“You are so obsessed with splitting Jason and me up that you can’t see you keep hurting him. I know whatever I say now is useless, but I just wanted you to know. This thing you did, digging up my past and telling Jason my father killed his parents. It’s not only going to split us up as you wanted, but it’s also going to ruin Jason. You don’t know what I mean to him. I don’t even want to imagine how devastated Jason will be with me gone in his life, and it will all be your fault. When Jason is suffering because he lost me, I want you to remember it was all your fault, and I pray you forever live with the guilt of knowing you could have spared him all this pain. Goodbye, Mrs. Sullivan. I know I will never see you again, and as much as I should be happy about it, I can’t because I am losing the love of my life. Goodbye,” I say and turn away from her to walk to the front door to leave.

It’s been a few days since Jason and I went to Mrs. Sullivan’s house. I am currently at home waiting for Jason to text me how the investigation went. I don’t wait long before I get the text from him. Once I read his text, tears immediately form in my eyes. I prayed dearly that Mrs. Sullivan was lying, but I knew deep down she was not, and Jason just confirmed it. He texted me that his PI investigated the accident, and it was indeed my dad that hit his parent’s car that night.

I can’t believe this, after everything Jason and I have been through. God, why, my dad could have hit anyone that night. Why did it have to be Jason’s parents? There is no way Jason and I are ever going to overcome this. He is always going to look at me and see the murderer my father was. I hit the area above my left breast as it started to ache a lot with all the tears streaming down my face. I lift my feet off the ground and push them across my chest. I place my head on my knees and allow the tears to flow. I just lost the love of my life, and there is nothing I can do about it this time.

Jason

Jason drowns the content in the bottle of vodka in his hand. He does not even wince as it burns his throat. The pain in his heart was far greater than any pain he could feel right now. He threw his head forward once he downed the whole bottle. He stared at the pictures in front of him as tears in his eyes blurred his vision. The pictures in front of him are the ones his PI brought to him after investigating his parent’s accident.

“Why” Jason screamed into the empty house. He picked up the empty bottle of vodka beside him and threw it against the closest wall.

“It could have been anyone, anyone. Why did it have to be her father? Why did it have to be hers?” Jason shouted into the darkness. He pulled his hair as he felt a terrible headache. He knew it was from the shouting, but he didn’t care.

Jason opened the new bottle of vodka beside him and wasted no time taking a big sip from it. He thought about how he and Eleanor could overcome this, but every time he thought of her now. He saw her father crashing into his parent’s car, taking them away from him.

He wasn’t young when his parents died. He was 16 years old. He knew a little about life, but that did not mean it hurt any less to lose them both. He might have learned the basics of life, but he was still young.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Jason wished more than anything in the world right now that he never found out that her father was the drunk driver that killed his parents. He wished Eleanor was not his daughter, but Jason knew these were just empty wishes because they are things that can’t be undone. Eleanor cannot make who her father is, not her father, and he could not forget even if he wanted to.

Jason stared at the box beside the pictures on the table. His heart longed to see the content in the box on Eleanor, but he knew that was not happening anytime soon. He could not believe the box arrived the same day he found out that he could never have a forever with her. Jason closed his eyes as a teardrop fell. His heart shattered into a million pieces as he realized he could not bear to be with the love of his life, and he was going to die alone.

Eleanor

It’s been a week since we found out my dad was the drunk driver that killed Jason’s parents. I am currently on my way to the office. I didn’t go to work the whole of last week. I didn’t want Jason to see me and feel uncomfortable while at work. Vivienne was the one who told me last night to come to work because Jason had not. She had a lot on her plate and needed my help. I was not shocked to hear that Jason also missed work.

I step out of the elevator and walk to my desk. I place my handbag on the table, and I am about to walk to Jason’s office to give him his coffee when I realize I have only one coffee in my hand and Jason is not in his office. Taking coffee to him as soon as I arrived was one of the first things I always did. I can’t believe the next few days might be my last days here. Once Jason comes back to work, I will have to leave. I just pray that is not the case.

I walk back to my desk to get started on the things Vivienne asked me to do last night. I lift my head away from my desk once I hear the elevator ding and someone walking in my direction. I wonder who could be here. I wait patiently by my desk as the person walks closer. My breath gets caught in my throat once I see who it is.

“Jason,” I say, surprised to see him.

“Eleanor”

I stare at him as I feel tears sting my eyes as I take in his appearance. He looks like he has lost some weight. His beautiful caramel eyes are covered with a pair of shades that I am sure he used to hide the bags under his eyes which means he has barely gotten any sleep lately. He also looks like he hasn’t shaved in a week.

He stares at me for a while before walking to his office.

I quickly stand up from my chair and walk to Vivienne’s office.

“Vivienne, he is here,” I say, barging into her office.

“Who”

“Jason,” I say,

“Oh, did he ask you to leave?”

“No, he didn’t. Should I leave?” I don’t know what to do right now. I don’t want to make things worse for Jason.

“No, stay until he asks you to leave.”

“Okay”