Billionaire’s Lost Angel

The sun had just started its descent, casting golden rays over the sprawling grounds of Peter’s mansion. Sheila stood at the entrance, a determined gleam in her eyes. Today was the day she would confront Peter, no matter the consequences. She was going to meet him and damn the consequences. She adjusted her blouse, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

Peter opened the door, surprise etching lines on his face. “Sheila, what are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance.

Sheila squared her shoulders, refusing to back down. “I’m here to tell you that I won’t let you run away from me, Peter. I will follow you, no matter where you go or what you do.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Peter’s face hardened the warmth in his eyes disappearing. “If you try anything funny, I promise you, Sheila, I will make sure you are destroyed,” he threatened coldly.

Sheila refused to buckle under his intimidating gaze. She had made up her mind, come what may. “Fine,” she said, her voice laced with determination. “I’ll follow you. But don’t forget, Peter, I can cause quite a charade if I want to.”

With that, Peter turned on his heel and strode towards his sleek, black car. Sheila took a deep breath and followed suit, her heart pounding in her chest. The drive to his new office was filled with an uneasy silence. The tension in the car was palpable, electric.

Sheila was seething with anger. She didn’t know why he was acting that way when all she had ever done was to please him.

As they arrived at the building, Sheila’s eyes widened as she caught sight of a woman standing in the lobby. She recognized her immediately – Linda, Peter’s brand ambassador. Rage bubbled up inside her, and without a moment’s hesitation, she stormed towards Peter’s side, her steps purposeful and determined.

Grabbing Peter’s arm, Sheila held on tight, her voice laced with fury. “Peter, meet your wife,” she announced, the words dripping with defiance.

Linda’s eyebrows raised in surprise, her mouth forming a delicate frown. “Wife?” she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. “I thought you..”

Peter’s expression flickered with a mixture of shock and anger. “Sheila, what are you doing?” he demanded, trying to free his arm from her grip.

But Sheila was relentless in her pursuit of justice. With a swift motion, she raised her hand, her palm hitting Linda’s face with a resounding smack. The sound echoed through the lobby, catching the attention of those nearby. Linda stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock.

But instead of shrinking away, Linda’s countenance hardened, her lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “You think you can slap me and get away with it?” she hissed, her voice laced with venom. Without missing a beat, Linda retaliated, her hand connecting with Sheila’s cheek in a powerful slap.

Peter stood there, frozen in place, his eyes darting between the two women. The air crackled with tension, each breath thick with unspoken words.

Linda straightened herself, her eyes narrowed, her voice filled with menace. “Consider our partnership over, Peter. You can count on me to drag both you and your precious company through the mud.”

And with that, Linda turned on her heel and walked out of the office building, leaving Sheila and Peter in stunned silence. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

As Peter finally found his voice, it came out in a hoarse whisper. “What have you done, Sheila?” he asked, his eyes pleading for answers.

But Sheila, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and regret, had no words to offer. The consequences of her actions were just beginning to sink in, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of uncertainty tickle the edges of her conscience.

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Peter paced back and forth in his office he wondered why he was bothered just because of Linda was annoyed with him for what Sheila did but truth be told he was beginning to fancy her and have a special like you to her but the major point was she reminded him so much of notice and it felt like he had seen her somewhere or they had a relationship before.

But you was going to make things right with her he was done acting on the wrong as supporting Sheila in everything she did, the times you tried that it all ended up in pain and sorrows and now he was here to for information and he wasn’t going to let Sheila spoil his plans again. But for now in you someone that could put Sheila in check because he knew they were working together

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“How may I help you George” asks Peter is is not leaving the laptop he was holding as his hatred for the other man was made evident.

Peter ignored the childish behaviour and walked into the office with his chin high in the air. “I see you are in New York as well Peter stated as a matter of fact. And I also see that Sheila had come here together with you.”

“Can you just pay me the sweet talks and go straight to the point as you can see I have other things I have doing before you interrupted me.” George said irritatedly.

Fine. Sheila mustn’t make any more calls or any problem with informations you both have in your hands once it gets to my earring that you both are plotting something I would make sure I destroy you and everything related to you even this company you are trying to build”

“Is this a threat if it is you are surely wasting your time Peter, it will be my greatest pleasure to engage in competition with you but sadly you are not even a formidable opponent.”

Peter ignored the insults beneath his statement and work out of the office. Talking with George was a lost case and the only thing that can call it together was action.