Bíllonaire lover, a forbidden romance

Chapter 2

Marco Alvarez Gustavo, the son of the CEO of Alvarez Alpha Tech, had been running the company in his father’s absence due to his dad's frequent business trips and ventures into new companies.

Walking into his sleek office, he was greeted by a familiar voice."Hey, handsome," Jenny teased."Jenny? How did you get into my office?" Marco asked, with a mix of surprise and amusement in his voice."I have my ways," she replied with a grin.

Marco leaned against his desk. "So, what brings you here?""Can't I visit my boyfriend? Or should I say, soon-to-be husband?" Jenny smirked.Marco gave her a knowing look. "You know better than anyone that I don’t mix business with pleasure.""Tell that to her," Jenny said, pointing toward the door.

Marco turned just in time to see his mother, Mrs. Bianca, walking in with her usual grace, dressed in an expensive golden gown.

She greeted them both with kisses on the cheek."Hello, darling. How are you?" she asked Marco before turning to Jenny. "What are you two lovebirds talking about?""Well, Mum, we were just" Jenny began, but Marco cut her off. "It’s nothing important, Mom."Mrs. Bianca smiled but didn’t pry further. "If you say so.

Anyway, I’ve arranged a dinner for the two of you at a very exclusive restaurant. The driver is waiting outside."Marco sighed, frustrated. "Mom, you can’t just plan dinners for us without even asking. We’re adults. We can handle that ourselves."Mrs. Bianca raised her hand, signaling for silence. "I’m your mother. I only want what’s best for you.

Now, go enjoy yourselves."With little choice, Marco and Jenny left for dinner.

The evening was pleasant enough,good food, fine wine, and the usual charm. But on the ride home, Marco’s mind was elsewhere.

On their way to Jenny’s house, he told the driver to drop her off."Why aren’t you coming home with me?" Jenny asked, concerned creeping into her voice.

Before she could press further, Marco gently insisted, "Just go home, Jenny. I’ll be fine. I need some time to myself."The driver pulled away with Jenny, leaving Marco standing alone.

He turned off his phone, shutting out the world, especially his mother, and walked down the street towards the city’s popular Royce Nightclub. He needed a drink, some space to clear his head from the endless pressure.

Running the company, dealing with his father’s demanding expectations, the looming board meeting, and now the weight of a possible marriage to Jenny,it all felt too much. Sure, they had known each other for over a decade, and their families were intertwined in business, but he wasn’t sure about tying his future to hers just yet.

As Marco entered the bustling nightclub, Mia, standing behind the bar, caught sight of him. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. There was something about his presence, his quiet intensity,that drew her in, even amidst the chaos of the club.

Marco stood tall at six-foot-four, a striking figure with a build that exuded strength and confidence. His long, raven-black hair flowed back, framing a chiseled face adorned with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold untold stories.

Historical straight, defined nose complemented his light skin, which glowed softly under the bar's lights.

Dressed in a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted arms, he exuded sophistication and allure. As he approached the bar, his majestic walk turned heads, commanding attention in the chaos around him.

Mia couldn’t help but wonder what , a figure carved like a god, was doing in such a tumultuous place. His presence was magnetic, leaving an impression that lingered long after he passed by.

Mia was pulled from her deep thoughts when a customer called for her to serve drinks.

As she moved gracefully around the bar, Marco settled onto a stool, sipping his drink and scanning the room. Unbeknownst to Mia, her demeanor caught his attention.

Her attitude was demure yet confident, and there was an elegance in the way she served drinks, moving effortlessly between tables. Marco found himself captivated by her poise, drawn to her without even realizing it.

Mia soon found herself out of sight as she sat at the bar for what felt like an eternity, her gaze fixed on Marco, who remained indifferent to the girls vying for his attention.

Seeking to escape their advances, Marco stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. When Mia returned to her spot,

Scanning the bar, her eyes landed on a wallet lying abandoned beside the counter on the floor. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and retreated to a quiet corner to examine its contents.

Inside, she discovered Marco's passport, cash, personal documents, credit cards, and even his contact information.

She looked around for him but saw no sign of his presence. With closing time looming, unease settled in her stomach at the thought of leaving with the wallet. She understood that if she handed it over to Mrs.jojo, her boss, the cash might vanish or the wallet could be lost forever. So, she decided to conceal it among her belongings behind the bar for the moment.

After a while, she stepped outside, hoping to catch sight of Marco again.

Fortune smiled upon her as she spotted him a short distance away, waiting for a cab. Her heart raced with excitement as she began to run toward him, waving her arms and calling out, “Marco!” he turned.

But just before she reached him, her foot slipped, and she fell hard onto the pavement, losing consciousness.

Marco rushed to her side and quickly scooped her up into his arms, carrying her into a passing vehicle that sped them to the hospital.

After Mia received treatment, the doctor approached Marco to discuss her condition, attributing it to stress and fatigue.

Mistaking him for her husband, the doctor advised him to return the following day when she would be well. Before leaving, Marco purchased her some food and other essentials.

When Mia finally awoke, confusion clouded her eyes. Nurses assured her she was fine, handing her the food Marco had brought and telling her it was from her husband.

She attempted to explain that she wasn’t married, but the nurses smiled and urged her to rest, promising she would be discharged the next day.

The following day, Marco returned, requesting that his identity remain a secret. He settled the bills, and Mia was discharged, informed only that a kind man had brought her in and covered her expenses.

Once home, she reached out to Peter and the store manager to explain her situation.

Peter promised to visit her after work, while the manager advised her to return once she was well, reminding her to follow the doctors’ orders to rest and take her medication to prevent further complications.

As Mia lay on her bed, her thoughts spiraled back to the previous night. Her instincts whispered that it was Marco, but she hesitated to draw any conclusions.

She pondered the possibility that he might return to the bar for his wallet. Choosing not to call Mrs. Jojo, Mia sent photos of her injuries and medication's as proof of her condition.

As expected, Mrs. Jojo instructed her to return to work the following day, but Mia was acutely aware of the repercussions that awaited her.

Mia decided against informing her father of her troubles, as he was already struggling with health issues, and she didn’t want to add to his burden.

Later that evening, Peter arrived with fruit and a little money. Gratefully, Mia recounted the tumultuous events. Peter advised her to ascertain whether it truly was Marco, considering she had his wallet containing his contact information.

When Mia arrived at the club the next night, Mrs. Jojo met her with a harsh tone, accusing her of stealing jewelry.

Shocked, Mia knew she was innocent and that Mrs. Jojo had never searched her belongings. The boss insisted that the jewelry had been found in Mia's jacket. In her defense, Mia claimed that someone must have planted it there.

But Mrs. Jojo was unyielding and fired her on the spot. Mia pleaded and cried, but her boss remained resolute. With a sharp slap, Mrs. Jojo warned, “Remember, you owe me, girl.

You can run, but you can’t hide. You have just three months to pay your debt, foolish girl.” With that, Mia’s belongings were carelessly thrown out, and she was ushered away through the back door to avoid causing a scene.

Stuffing her things into a bag, Mia walked away into the pouring rain, the cold droplets soaking her through. She walked slowly, arms wrapped around herself, feeling defeated.

A few steps away from the club, she suddenly became numb to the rain, as if the world around her had faded away. Then, she stopped, a presence above her blocking the downpour.