The billionaire's secret heartthrob - Season 1 - Episode 8

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The billionaire's secret heartthrob - Season 1 - Episode 8

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A beep from her phone cracked her eyes open, she took the device up and ran her eyes over her news feed.

Her heart skipped as she saw Dean’s latest post, it was the pictures of himself and Bellena hugging and petting in his office with the hashtag “Bells and Dean, always and forever. Love you Baby.”

‘No…’ she sat up on her bed, she just could not’t control it this time, pain thrashed her whole body and had her spilling tears down her cheeks.

Emma had been right, what more evidence did she need? Could Dean have been using her all these while?

He had never for once used her picture as his display picture or uploaded any picture of them together.

‘That’s because you both are working together and he doesn’t want any scandal.’ She reminded herself.
However, the influx of the negative thoughts that filled her mind were far too powerful with the voice of reason in her head.

The only language she understood now was the language of pain. Dean had broken her heart.

The Legacy mansion was the finest erection in the state. It was a duplex with finely crafted balusters, a very huge and tall fence and statues that guarded the compound day and night.

The Legacys were a family who invested heavily in art, there were sculptures of unknown men and women and some of their ancestors. In front of each stature was a little hedge of flowers, it was such a beautiful sight.
The middle of the mansion was marked by a flowing fountain, which was a sculpture of a crocodile with its mouth wide open and water pouring out of it. Little fishes swam in the fountain, water lilies and beautiful red rose grew round it.

The roof was a cone, painted in the light of red and ash with a distinct architectural design. Light bulbs caused the structure to resemble a pearly jewel in the darkest of night. Chandeliers hung like drapes at each corner of the house, pouring their not too bright lights on the sober faces of artistic paintings.

The table had already been set for dinner. They were three huge ceramic bowls containing the three course meals that was meant for the night. Grandmother May had slipped on a dark gown which complimented her dark brown skin and gave her silver hair an opportunity to glow.

She wore a mischievous face as she relaxed against one of the chairs by the dining table.
‘It seems your lady is a latecomer, latecomers never make good wives.’ The old woman rammed her fingers continuously on the table which was made of glass.
‘Patience Grandma, maybe I should just drive straight to her house. The plan was for her to call me when she is ready then I go there and pick her.’ Dean explained.
‘Which is the gentlemanly thing to do.’ The old woman nodded in approval.
‘I think I should go to her house.’ Dean rose to his feet. Toke had never behaved this way before, he was afraid something must have happened to her.

He loved her for many things, one was her punctuality at the office.

‘No, you would do no such thing. When she is ready, she’I will call you.’ Grandmother May shook her head in disapprobation.
‘What if there’s something wrong with her?’ Dean asked, not comfortable with his grandmother’s demand of him.

‘There cannot be a thing wrong with her child, I told you from the first night I set eyes on that woman, she is not the one for you. She took off then, what makes you think she will show up now? Maybe she’s got cold feet or a man who’s rubbing her back.’

‘Toke is not like that, she cannot cheat on me.’ Dean swallowed as he imagined her m0an!ng underneath another man. He was filled with jealousy as he imagined her kissing another like the way she had kissed him earlier today, with so much passion.

‘Only magicians know most things son.’ She clicked her tongue and drew her phone from her purse, a smug smile crossed her features.

His phone beeped twice, he checked it out immediately.

‘What?’ Dean could not believe his eyes: “I cannot make it tonight. I think we should end things Dean. We are not meant for each other, I can feel it strongly. I will tender my resignation tomorrow.”

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‘Are you alright dear?’ The old woman asked.

‘Yes…No’ Dean’s face was a map of confusion.

‘What happened?’ His grandmother asked, rising to her feet.

‘Toke…I can’t believe Toke would break up on me…I thought we shared something special.’ His heart pounded faster against her chest.

‘I told you…she is not the woman for you, the signs are all clear, what more do you need? She has clearly proved all my points and you know how valuable my advice has been all these years.’ She cupped his face in her palms.

True, she had raised him up like her son since he lost his parents. his grandmother always knew what was best for him, but he could not believe Toke would end things so shabbily, she was not that sort of person. It did not really make sense, they had made passionate love in his office and the world had stopped, they had cried out each other’s names all the way and said sweet things to each other, why then would she want to end something to beautiful?

‘I love her…’ his voice was weak.
‘Or you’re clouded by her beautiful body and the good sex?’ The woman asked.

He blinked the tears that had gathered in his eyes, looking away from her, ‘It’s not that, I’ve not been with someone so intriguing for a long time. Toke is very special and I don’t think I would get over her easily.
‘Dean…I know this is hard for you to take in, but I know deep down that she is not the woman for you.’ She insisted.
‘Why do you keep saying this, you barely know her, you don’t even know her at all.’ Dean pushed her hands away from his face and stood to his feet.

‘I know, but I want more for you. I want you to be with a woman whom I am comfortable with; someone who comes from a powerful house and not just a nobody who has nothing to offer.’ The woman gestured with her hands.

‘You’re wrong, Toke is not a nobody. She is a perfect wife material. She is really hardworking and has contributed a lot to the growth of Flames these past years more than any other marketing strategist I’ve ever had.’ Dean could not stand his grandmother saying outrageous things about the woman that he loved.

‘You’re only giving her too much credit because you’ve slept with her! I taught you never to mix business with pleasure.’
‘I know what’s good for you Dean, You need a woman of your own standing…’ she walked closer to him.

‘And what sort of woman is this?’ Dean scoffed, he’d watched things like this in movies, hecould not’t believe it was happening right before him.
‘Bellena…’ she blurted out.
‘Bellena?’ He could not believe his ears.
‘Yes, I saw your pictures all over facebook, you two would make a good pair. I’ve spoken to her parents and they are okay with the arrangement. All we need is you to take charge…’