CHARMING THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEART - CHAPTER 39&40
Alexander immediately arrived at the mansion, grateful that Ella wasn’t around. He rushed upstairs to his room, his heart racing as he rifled through his closet, searching for something to wear. Today, he was finally going to tell Callista how he felt. After months of confusion and heartache, everything was starting to make sense.
He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed Mason’s number.
“Hey, Mason,” Alexander said as soon as his cousin picked up.
“Yeah?” Mason’s voice was groggy, like he’d been asleep.
“I’m going to confess to Callista today. And I’m ending things with Ella tonight,” Alexander said, feeling a rush of excitement as the words left his mouth.
“Okay, man. Thank God you’re doing the right thing. I’ll let your mom know first thing tomorrow.”
“Thanks. Bye.” Alexander hung up, a laugh escaping him as thoughts of Callista filled his mind. For the first time in what felt like forever, he was excited about the future.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He walked over and opened it to find one of the servants standing there.
“Sir, someone is here to see you,” the servant said, bowing slightly.
Alexander looked confused but nodded. “Send them away,” he replied, not in the mood for visitors.
The servant hesitated. “She’s insistent, sir.”
Alexander sighed, growing curious. “Alright, I’ll be down in a moment.”
As he made his way to the living room, he wondered who could be waiting for him. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped in his tracks. There, standing in the middle of the room with a look of fury on her face, was Sasha.
“Oh God,” Alexander muttered under his breath as he walked toward her.
Before he could say anything, Sasha exploded. “Are you stupid, Alexander?” she yelled, catching him off guard. He had never seen her this angry.
“You plan on marrying that ?îtçh after what she’s done?” Sasha’s voice was dripping with rage.
“Sas—” Alexander began, but she cut him off.
“Shut up, Alex!” she yelled, her eyes blazing. “Let’s leave my feelings aside, but I’d rather see you end up with that Callista girl than that ?îtçh. What the f-__-k, Alex? I thought you had some sense!”
Sasha grabbed her bag and hit him on the shoulder, her anger palpable.
“Sasha, I—” Alexander tried to explain, but she wasn’t having it.
“It’s all over the news that you’re getting married! Do I need to remind you what she did all those years ago?” Sasha’s voice was filled with disdain.
Alexander finally found his voice. “Sasha, I’m not marrying her.”
“You want to marry tha—wait, what?” Sasha’s anger paused, replaced by confusion.
“I made a huge mistake. I know that now, and I regret giving Ella another chance. So, I’m ending things tonight,” Alexander said, a smile tugging at his lips. He felt a sense of relief wash over him as he saw Sasha’s expression soften.
Finally, he got his friend back. Sasha had always been a close friend, but after she became obsessed with him, he had started to distance himself from her.
“Thank God,” Sasha muttered, her shoulders relaxing. “Because I was going to give you a piece of my mind. And I was hoping to find that ?îtçh here so I could ki|| her with my own hands,” she hissed, though there was a hint of humor in her voice now.
Alexander couldn’t help but laugh. “Finally, you’re back.”
“I’m not giving up,” Sasha said, crossing her arms defiantly.
“I’m confessing to Callista tonight,” Alexander said, watching as Sasha’s eyes widened. For a brief moment, he thought he saw tears forming.
“Still not giving up,” she mumbled to herself.
“I’m not the one, Sasha. I just want my friend back,” Alexander whispered, feeling a pang of guilt.
“I’m going,” Sasha said, turning her back to him. She walked out of the mansion, her posture stiff as she climbed into her car.
As the car drove away, Sasha finally let the tears fall. Her sobs filled the car, echoing in the silence of the night. At that moment, she knew she could never have Alexander.
Alexander took one last look at himself in the mirror, a satisfied smile forming on his face. He was dressed in a casual outfit, understated yet undeniably expensive, perfect for the confession he was about to make. Tonight was the night he would finally tell Callista how he felt.
He checked himself one more time before heading downstairs. As he made his way to the living room, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.
“Raven,” Alexander answered, recognizing the number.
“Boss, I just wanted to let you know that it was Ella who leaked the news about the wedding to the reporters. I’m handling it, clearing everything up,” Raven informed him.
Alexander wasn’t surprised. “Thanks, Raven. We’ll talk later,” he said before hanging up. He shook his head, unfazed by Ella’s manipulations.
As he descended the staircase, he saw Ella waiting for him in the living room. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
“Babe, you look nice! Are you taking me out for dinner? I’ll go get ready,” she said, starting to move towards the stairs.
But Alexander stopped her with a single sentence. “Ella, let’s end this.”
Ella froze, her expression shifting from confusion to fury. “Are you f-__-king kidding me, Alex? You love me!” she yelled, her voice rising in anger.
“No, I don’t,” Alexander said firmly, his voice calm but resolute. “I thought I did, but I only missed the feeling we had because you were my first love, Ella. But I don’t love you anymore. Let’s stop this before we both get hurt any further.” He turned to leave, but Ella’s shrill voice stopped him.
“It’s because of that ?îtçh Callista, isn’t it?” Ella screamed, her face contorted with rage.
Without thinking, Alexander spun around, his hand wrapping around her neck as he slammed her against the wall with a force that left her gasping. “Call Callista a ?îtçh again, and I swear to God, I’ll f-__-king ki|| you,” he hissed, his eyes blazing with anger.
Ella’s eyes widened in shock and fear. “Alex, please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “We can make this work.”
“No,” Alexander said, his voice cold as ice. “I love Callista, and I’m going to tell her tonight.” His words seemed to push Ella over the edge.
She began to unravel, pulling at her hair like a madwoman. “No, I gave birth to Tommy! We have to be a family!” she screamed, her voice filled with desperation.
“You abandoned him, Ella,” Alexander shot back, his voice filled with disgust. “You left the family we were supposed to be.”
He took a step back, distancing himself from her. “I want you gone before tonight because Callista will be coming home with me.” With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Ella alone in her spiraling rage.
As he left, he heard Ella screaming behind him, her voice filled with hatred and jealousy. “I h@?? you, Callista! What does she have that I don’t?” she shrieked, her voice echoing through the empty mansion.
Ella, seething with rage, grabbed her phone and quickly dialed a number. When the line connected, she spat out her orders. “Ma,” Cecelia answered.
“Get ready,” Ella said, her voice cold and dangerous. “I’m about to murder someone.” She ended the call abruptly, her mind racing with dark thoughts.
“If I can’t have Alex, then no one can,” she muttered to herself, her eyes gleaming with malice.
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CHIOS GARDEN
Alex stood at the designated spot in Chios Garden, his heart heavy with anticipation. He checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. It was already 10 p.m., and he hoped beyond hope that Callista would come. He needed to tell her how much he loved her, how he would never hurt her again.
Meanwhile, Callista paced around her room, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She glanced at the clock 10 p.m. already. She knew Alex would be waiting for her. Why did he want to see her so badly?
“I’m not going,” she muttered, throwing herself onto her bed, trying to convince herself to stay put. But as much as she wanted to stay away, she found herself standing up, slipping into her slippers while still in her pajamas. Before she knew it, she was rushing downstairs.
“Mom, I’ll be back,” she yelled as she headed out the door, hailing a cab. “Chios Garden, please,” she told the driver, her heart fluttering with both anxiety and excitement at the thought of seeing Alex again.
Alex continued to wait, now past 11 p.m., but he didn’t mind. He would wait all night if he had to. Suddenly, he heard footsteps and a voice behind him.
“Alex,” he smiled, expecting to see Callista, but when he turned, his expression darkened. “What the f-__-k are you doing here, Ella?” he yelled, anger lacing his words.
Ella stood there, a crazed look in her eyes, clutching a knife. This was the moment she had decided to end everything. As Alex took a step towards her, intent on getting her to leave, she moved quickly, th-ru_sting the knife into his stomach. His eyes widened in shock and pain as he looked down, seeing the blood staining his shirt.
“Ella,” he gasped, stumbling back.
“I’d rather ki|| you than let you have her,” Ella spat, her voice filled with venom. “And I’ll ki|| her too, as soon as she shows up.”
Alexander’s mind was racing, but then he saw Callista approaching in the distance, oblivious to the danger. Panic surged through him. He didn’t care about his own safety, but he had to protect Callista. Desperate, he pulled Ella into a kiss, masking the pain that was radiating from his bleeding stomach, hoping to shield Callista from the horror unfolding.
Callista arrived just in time to witness Alex and Ella locked in what seemed like a passionate kiss. The darkness obscured the blood and the pain in Alex’s eyes. All she saw was the man she loved kissing the woman who had torn their lives apart. Tears filled her eyes as she turned and fled, her heart breaking all over again.
As soon as Callista was out of sight, Alexander pushed Ella away, his heart shattering as he realized he might have lost Callista for good. But he was losing strength fast, his vision dimming as blood continued to pour from his wound.
“Alex, stay with me,” Ella pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. “I didn’t know you loved me.”
But Alex looked at her with nothing but hatred. “I don’t,” he rasped, his voice weak but resolute. “I never loved you, and I never will. Callista is the only one I love.” With those final words, he collapsed to the ground, his strength leaving him.
Ella’s face twisted with fury. “If I can’t have you, then no one will,” she muttered, her voice cold as ice. She yanked the knife out of his stomach and stabbed him again, her rage blinding her to the horror of her actions. “I’ll be sending Callista to join you soon. Greet the devil for me,” she hissed, watching as Alexander’s eyes closed for what she hoped would be the last time.
Meanwhile, Callista sobbed quietly in the back of the cab. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen. Why had she trusted him? She pulled out her phone and dialed Bella’s number, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Hello,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“Callista, are you alright?” Bella’s concerned voice came through the line.
“Yes,” Callista lied, her voice cracking. “I’ve decided to leave the country. I want to go far away with my mother.”
“Okay,” Bella replied, understanding the pain in her voice. “When do you want to leave?”
“Tonight,” Callista said, her decision firm.
“I’ll get your flight ready,” Bella promised, and the call ended.
Callista stared at her phone, tears streaming down her face. She removed her SIM card and threw it out of the window, the final act of severing ties with her past. As the cab sped through the night, she whispered her final goodbye.
“Goodbye, Alex,” she said, one last tear falling as she turned away from the life she had known. She was ready to start anew, but the pain of what she was leaving behind would stay with her forever.
TBC…