πTHE BILLIONAIRE SECRETARY π©βπ»
{He’s a segz freak
She’s crazy}
By Mhiz Topzy and Anny Oluchi
Genre- Billionaire romance
Not edited expect some errors
CHAPTER 53
AMYβS POV
As I sat on my bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of me, I realized that I had nowhere to turn. My parents had arranged for me to marry a man I didn’t love, and my life was spiralling out of control. I needed help, and the only person I could think to turn to was James. I had to find James and see if he could help me. I tried calling his number but it was switched off. I suspected he changed his number. God! He really h@Ε₯Δs me that much.
I had no idea where James was or how to find him, but I knew that I had to try. I started searching online for any information I could find about him. It took me a few hours, but I finally managed to track him down.
I saw his new number and address on Instagram and I quickly copied it out.
I hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone and dialling his number. My heart was pounding as I waited for him to answer.
“Hello?” James’ voice sounded tired and distant.
“James, it’s me, Amy.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
“Amy? What’s wrong ? How did you get my number?” I could hear the concern in his voice, and it made me feel even more vulnerable.
“Iβm sorry but I donβt know what to do or who to turn to. My parents have arranged for me to marry a man I don’t love, and I can’t go through with it. I need your help.” The words spilled out of me in a rush.
There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and I began to worry that James had hung up.
“James?” I said, my voice shaking.
“I’m here. I just…I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, Amy, but I can’t help you.”
“What do you mean, you can’t help me?” I felt a sense of panic rising in my chest. “You’re the only person I can turn to.”
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. I’ve got my own problems to deal with right now.”
“What kind of problems?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about, Amy. I just can’t be there for you right now.”
I felt a sense of hurt and betrayal wash over me. How could James abandon me when I needed him most?
“I see,” I said coldly. “Thanks for nothing, James.”
I hung up the phone, feeling more alone than ever.
I felt like my whole world was crashing down on me. I screamed into my pillow and just then my phone rang. It was James. I declined the call and he called again. I picked up and was about to yell at him until he spoke first.
“I’m sorry, Amy,” he said, his voice full of sympathy. “I wish I could help you, but I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t help me?” I asked, confused in between sobs.
“I mean that I can’t help you because I’m not who you think I am,” he said, his voice filled with sadness. “I’ve been living a double life, Amy. I’m not the man you fell in love with.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling even more confused.
“I’m sorry, Amy. I can’t explain it right now, but I promise I’ll tell you everything soon,” he said before hanging up the phone.
I sat there, staring at my phone in disbelief. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. James was not the person I thought he was. I felt like my whole world was falling apart.
Days passed, and I didn’t hear from James. I tried calling him, but he never answered. I didn’t know what to do. I felt alone and desperate.
One day, I got a message from an unknown number telling me to meet up at the park. I called the number afterwards.
“Can we meet up? I need to talk to you in person,” it was James. I recognize his voice anywhere.
“Sure, where do you want to meet?” I asked casually.
“How about the park we used to go to when we were kids?” He suggested.
“Okay, I’ll meet you there in an hour,” I said.
I hung up the phone and quickly got dressed. I didn’t know what to expect when I saw James. Would he still have feelings for me? Would he be angry that I eloped with him, left him and then came back asking for his help?
As I drove to the park, my mind was racing with a million thoughts. What was I doing? Was I really going to turn to James for help? After everything we’ve been through, was it even worth it? But I didn’t have a choice. I was desperate and he was the only one who could help me.
As I parked the car, my heart was pounding. I took a deep breath and got out, trying to compose myself. I scanned the area and finally spotted James sitting on a bench near the pond. He looked up and saw me, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.
I slowly made my way over to him, feeling awkward and unsure. When I finally reached him, I hesitated before sitting down and we hugged each other tightly.
“I’ve missed you, Amy,” James said, pulling away from the hug.
“I’ve missed you too, James,” I said, feeling tears sting my eyes again.
We sat down on the bench together and I took a deep breath before launching into the story of what had happened since I left him. I told him about my parents’ arranged marriage, the fight between our mothers, and the pressure to marry someone I didn’t love. As I spoke, I could see the shock and disbelief in his eyes.
Finally, I finished my story, and there was silence once again. I looked at James, hoping for some kind of response, but he just sat there, staring off into the distance.
“James, say something,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. He didnβt hear me so I continued.
“I don’t know what to do, James. I feel like I’m living a worthless life. I don’t know who I am anymore,” I said, tears streaming down my face.
James put his arm around me and held me close.
“I’m sorry, Amy. I had no idea any of this was happening. But I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to help you,” James said.
I looked up at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. It was the same look he had given me when we were kids and I knew he meant it.
“Thank you, James. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I said, feeling grateful for his support.
We sat there for a while longer, talking and catching up on old times. It felt good to have someone to talk to who understood what I was going through.
As we walked back to our cars, James stopped me and took my hand. He looked scared and frightened, turning to look around and I instantly became scared.
“Amy, I need to tell you something,” James said.
“What is it?” I asked, curious.
“I’m not the person you think I am,” James said, looking down at his feet.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“I mean that I’ve been living a double life. I’m not the perfect guy you thought I was. I’ve made mistakes and done things I’m not proud of,” James said, looking up at me with tears in his eyes.
I was stunned and confused.
James hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. “Amy, I’m not who you think I am. I’ve been living a double life in England, and it’s not safe for you to be involved with me, that is why I have been acting off since.β
I felt my heart drop as he spoke. “What are you talking about, James? What double life?”
He sighed deeply before finally confessing everything to me. About his involvement with a dangerous group of people, about his illegal activities, and about how he had been lying to me from the very beginning.
I sat there in shock, unable to comprehend what he was saying. This wasn’t the James I had fallen in love with. This was a stranger, a criminal.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked, feeling more lost than ever.
James’s expression softened once again as he took my hand. “I’ll donβt know how to help you, Amy. I’m not really in the position to help you. But you have to promise me that you’ll stay away from me after this. It’s not safe for you to be around me anymore.”
I nodded, feeling tears once again streaming down my face. “Goodbye, James.β