Billionaire's Paranoid Love

After the host introduced me, the stage erupted. "The ex-girlfriend Graham was frantically searching for back then turned out to be voice actress Rachel!" "But Graham is getting engaged tomorrow, what about his fiancée Clara?" "Clara may be arrogant and willful, but she's pretty and has a superior family background, so anyone knows who to choose, right?" I stood in the center of the stage, uncomfortably scrutinized by everyone. At that moment, Clara, who was sitting in the guest chair, looked me up and down with the look of a pampered young lady. She picked up the microphone and said mockingly "I heard you got dumped." "Graham broke with his family for you years ago, was kicked out of his home and hunted by his enemies, but you deliberately disappeared to be an old man's lover, and now that he's the heir to a mansion and you're cheeky enough to find your way back to him, do you think he'll still want you?" The host rushed to round up the scene, "Alright, alright, let's look forward to whether Mr. Graham will come to the scene." An audience member interjected, "Surely he'll come, right? I heard this show is all about Graham investing in it to find his ex, and Clara is relying on a similar face to be a guest." My gaze shifted slightly, looking towards the doors that were about to open. Subconsciously, I straightened my scarf to cover the hickey on my neck. To everyone's surprise, Graham didn't show up. I became the joke of the room. "Such a depraved ex-girlfriend, I wouldn't show up if I were." "Clara is very picky about food, Graham seems to have flown to a city two thousand kilometers away , to buy her favorite dessert." "Graham's too good for Clara too, how can a bad ex compare to a new love." I was silent, my nails sinking into my palms as I let the spittle drown me. The show ended and before the audience dispersed, a magnetic voice came from the stage. "Clara." The audience looked to the stage in unison. Tall, upright Graham walks onto the stage, past me, and delivers dessert to Clara. "What took you so long? I'm starving." Clara complained as if no one else was around. "The plane was late." "That's okay, tie my hair, I need to eat now." Clara searched and realized there were no hair ties and pulled a soft green one off Graham's wrist, "Use this." I was stunned. The hairband was mine and I didn't realize he still had it. Clara finished her dessert and slapped the back of Graham's hand three times in a row, pretending to be annoyed, "What's with the clumsiness? Didn't your ex-girlfriend teach you?" Graham wasn't annoyed and said lazily, "Only did that for you." He lied, once Graham tied my hair for me, or I taught him. "Graham." I called out to him softly. Only then did Graham turn his head to look at me, his eyes cold and distant. He took back the hair tie and put it in his pocket and said in a very cold tone, "You can go now, I'm in love with her." The room stood still for a moment and then filled with jeers. I forced down the bitterness in my heart and pinched my palms to keep the tears from falling. I turned violently, stopped looking at Graham's expression, and walked off the stage. In the audience, an obese man suddenly stopped me and snapped a picture of me on his cell phone, grinning lewdly: "Graham doesn't want you, I want you." "My company makes little videos, how about you take off your clothes and let me see them?" I politely turned him down. Who knew he'd get annoyed and come up and pull my scarf, "What's the point of pretending! Who doesn't know you're a slut?" Between the tugs, the scarf fell to the ground. The striking marks on my neck were exposed in front of everyone, and the whole audience held their breath. The man laughed out loud, "What man did you just sleep with? Hahaha......" Someone followed with a taunt, "So many marks, you have to serve several at a time." I had already come out of my dark torment and had long been numb to these slurs. Steeling myself, I picked up my scarf and was just about to put it on when Graham's roar behind me made my hands tremble. "Get out of here, all of you!" He stalked toward me like an agitated beast, exuding a low level of intimidation. He slammed down the man's cell phone and snatched the scarf and strangled it around my neck again, his brow full of hostility. His voice was cold and commanding: "Security, clear the area!" The year Graham and I met. He was eighteen, I was twenty. He was the son of a rich family, his mother had died young, he lacked love and care from his father, and he was self-absorbed. I was a poor student who was hired to be his tutor because I lacked money. When I first met him, I just thought that this man had a kind of extreme handsomeness, but looked very rebellious. His features were angular and three-dimensional, with a thin single eyelid, and those eyes were somber, cold, and without a trace of warmth. The housekeeper said that Graham was a difficult person to get along with. He had forced out a dozen teachers in the past and instructed me to be careful. On my first day on the job, I realized how good he was. Graham stabbed me with needles, hit me with flower pots, tricked me into eating expired food, threw oil on the stairs and made me fall ....... I ran to the hospital for three days and still went to his house rain or shine. When Graham saw that I wasn't giving up, he played suicidal. One day during class, he grabbed a fruit knife and slit his wrists. I was so shocked that I took hold of the knife with my bare hands. "Don't do anything to hurt yourself." He pulled out the knife, cut my hand all over with blood, and then laughed evilly: "Then it's okay for me to cut your hand, right?" Later, I collapsed in a pool of blood, my tender green hair ribbon stained with blood. After I healed, Graham asked me: "Why don't you leave yet?" "Because I need money," I finished and added, "for the cure." "Get your parents to give you money." "They are dead." "Where are the other relatives? " "All dead." I made light of the situation, but Graham was speechless for a long time. Our relationship improved after that day. I didn't want to lose my job, so he would unconditionally agree to anything I asked for. Even if he asked me to be his girlfriend. After being together, Graham often liked to say one thing to me "You still have me." He liked it when I made him my one and only. He always said he wanted to be my backbone, but when I tried to rely on him, I realized that every step back was an abyss.