When The Billionaire Clashes With The Influencer

The red live barge on my t****k live section blinked softly at the top of my phone screen “Good morning, guys,” I waved with a big smile, sitting opposite my phone. ‘Good morning Nela’ ‘Why is Marcus not on live with you?’ ‘Where is Marcus’ comments immediately started popping up on the screen I chuckled slightly upon seeing the comment I already expected the questions “Y’all should relax. Marcus is fine, he only travelled to handle some business” I was sited at the edge of my bed facing my phone that was hooked on a tripod with my ring light and my led light placed side by side Comments kept on coming, with fans asking a series of questions, mostly about why Marcus wasn’t around. I couldn’t blame them for being curious, Marcus was my boyfriend and we do couple contents on our social media account, with millions of followers. It was our routine to always go live early in the morning but since he wasn’t around, I decided to do it alone that morning. Marcus had some family issues to attend to. I also missed him so much, he hardly left my side. We were always together. ‘You and Marcus are my favorite couple’ ‘You both look good together’ ‘Can you share tips on how to make my man love me’ That last question caught my attention. Those were the kind of questions I love to answer. I adjusted a bit moving close to my phone camera. “Let me tell you something my love” I started with a wide smile “the secret is finding a man that genuinely love you” I paused a bit blushing before I continued “Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve Marcus, because of how much he cares about me, how well he treats me, you get what am saying my girlies?” I was always so proud to give people advice, especially about relationships, because I believed I had the best relationship and Marcus was the best thing that ever happened to me. The live ended about an hour later, after many talks with my fans about relationships and love. I pulled my phone from the tripod and decided to do a little chores in the house. After some minutes I was done, so I decided to call Marcus again. I had called him earlier when I woke up but he didn’t pick up. Probably he was busy. I got on the bed and picked up my phone but I noticed something was off because it was immediately flooded with lots of notifications. I thought they were notifications from one of our videos or accounts as usual so I just took my phone and went through the notifications. What I saw nearly made me lose my sanity. I was trending, Marcus was trending, blogs were posting, the internet was literally on fire with a picture of Marcus and my best friend Isabella. She was resting her head on his chest in one of the pictures and he kissed her in another, in another he carried her. My stomach sank and I felt my hand shaking. I sat up immediately zooming the pictures in and out like I was blind. This had to be some joke, that wasn’t the highlight, the highlight was everyone was trolling me, dropping hurtful comments about me. I scrolled through social media in a rush and it wasn't long until I stumbled upon the reason everyone was suddenly against me. Marcus was seated in a very unfamiliar place saying “I am officially announcing Isabella to be my girlfriend and breaking up with Nela. I have had to endure her shameless attitude for years. Nela isn’t who you all think she is, she sleeps around with old men for money. She just never gets satisfied, I feel like I am doing enough but it’s not just enough for her. She is a gold digger and a manipulator” “Son of a b***h!!” I cursed, out as my chest palpated in anger. I scrolled aggressively to see what was next. Close to the video were some pictures that were obviously photoshopped. No way I am dressed like that, holding and cuddling some old men. A sharp headache hit me as I tried to process everything that was going on. Tears rolled down my eyes. “No!! No!! Marcus can’t do this to me” I shaked my head in denial as I sniffed in tears. I just had to find out what was wrong. Was Marcus blackmailed? Or drugged? Why would he say such disgusting things about me? Marcus knew the only man I ever loved was him. We had been dating since I was 16, before I even became an adult. Four years later he suddenly comes up with this nonsense. I scrambled for his number on my phone, my head was pounding and my heart was beating fast. I called Marcus and for the first time in years it went to voice mail. I ran my head through my hair in frustration. “No way” I muttered to myself incoherently, like I was an insane person. I tried again and again it went to voice mail “Aaaaahn!!!!” I flinged my phone across the room in anger as a cry tore out from my lungs, I gasped rolling down from the bed. I couldn't believe it. This had to be a joke. I called Isabella but it wasn’t going through. She already blocked me. I bit my lips as tears piled up in my eyes, I felt weaker and weaker as I sat at the edge of the bed My eyes lit up as something clicked in immediately On our joint account. I rushed to search for my phone that was lying broken across the room but it was still on. I took the phone and scrolled through it in a rush. I opened the account and I felt all the energy in me drain. $0.0000 Marcus had taken all the savings, the ones we saved from all the brand deals, the collaborations, the adverts, the i********: partnerships, and YouTube revenue. We had planned to buy a house, a car and start a new life when we had enough. I collapsed to the ground and broke down in tears. I have never been this helpless in my life. I sobbed so loud scrattering my hair. What was left for me, after everything I had done for Marcus, all the sacrifices I made. I loved him, I did everything he wanted. So this was how he repaid me. What was left for me in this world, I was already an orphan. Marcus was the only person I knew and considered a family. I had no one else, I looked around the room and suddenly everywhere felt really quiet. I was all alone again. I had managed to survive four years again and just when I finally thought there was a reason to live, my boyfriend and my best friend betrayed me, framed me and destroyed my reputation. I had always been unlucky. I had always been hopeless. Wasn't it better for me to die and end it all. The thought of it alone felt like peace. I would rather die peacefully, I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, stood up abruptly and without thinking twice I walked straight to the kitchen and picked a knife. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, I would cut my wrist deep and since there was no one around I could bleed till death. I let out a shaky breath as I held the knife close to my wrist, my heart was pounding fast. I steadied myself gently, my right hand was about to drive the knife into my left wrist when there was a sudden knock at the door. I wished it was Marcus. He was the only hope I had left to keep living, the only assurance I need at that moment not to take my life. Full of hope I stood up in a rush and ran towards the door. I pulled it open with a shaky hand. The minute I opened the door my heart slammed hard. Those familiar eyes pierced through me, like they could eat me up. I felt a rush like the ground should open up and swallow me. The one person I prayed would never see me like this… was already standing there.