THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRAVING.

THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRAVING CHAPTER 1: THE MONSTER I LIVE WITH “Don’t you understand? I don’t like you!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the walls. Jay didn’t flinch. He stood there, calm and composed, like my words meant nothing to him. “I don’t care,” he replied softly, his voice low and steady. “Just stay by my side.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips, even though my chest felt tight with frustration. “You’re insane,” I muttered. He took a step closer. Then another. Slow. Careful. Like he was approaching something fragile. Or dangerous. “I’ve never loved anyone before,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “But I love you more than my life… more than my wealth. You’re the reason I wake up every morning. The thought of you… it keeps me alive.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Your smile,” he continued, his eyes softening, “your eyes… they make everything feel right. Like I’m in a world where nothing else matters. Just give me one chance, Honey. Just one.” A tear slipped down his cheek. And for a brief moment… I hesitated. But then reality hit me again. All the pain. All the control. All the suffocation. And whatever softness I felt disappeared instantly. “You’re not love,” I said coldly, my voice sharp like a blade. “You’re a nightmare.” His expression froze. “You’re a monster that makes me feel trapped,” I continued, my voice shaking with emotion. “Your presence suffocates me. I can’t breathe when you’re near me.” His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something. But I didn’t give him the chance. “If it wasn’t a sin…” I paused, swallowing hard. “I would have ended this suffering a long time ago.” The room fell silent. Even the air felt heavy. “So stay away from me,” I finished, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “You make me sick.” This time, he didn’t respond. He just stood there. Broken. And for a second… Just a second… I almost felt guilty. Almost. But guilt wouldn’t change anything. Nothing ever did. So I turned around, walked out, and slammed the door behind me with all the strength I had. --- I rushed into the guest room and shut the door, leaning against it as my breathing became uneven. My heart was racing. My hands were shaking. Why did he have this effect on me? Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? I dragged myself to the bed and collapsed onto it, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tears slowly slid down the sides of my face into my hair. How did my life turn into this? When did everything start going wrong? Was it always like this… and I just didn’t notice? Or did everything change the moment he entered my life? A hollow laugh escaped my lips. Maybe… This is what hell feels like. --- You probably don’t understand anything yet. And honestly, I don’t blame you. Because my life? It’s complicated. So let me start from the beginning. --- My name is Honey Yale. The eldest daughter of the Yale family. And trust me… Being the first child is not a blessing. It’s a burden. --- I grew up with expectations hanging over my head like a dark cloud. Perfect grades. Perfect behavior. Perfect image. Especially from my father. Nothing I ever did was enough for him. Not my grades. Not my achievements. Not even my obedience. I worked harder than anyone else. I avoided trouble. I stayed away from relationships. I followed every rule like my life depended on it. While other students enjoyed their teenage years… I was busy trying to be perfect. In school, I was everything parents dreamed of. A top student. A leader. Disciplined. I was the school president in middle school and a lab prefect in high school. I was always among the top three students, and every term, I came home with awards and gifts. Everyone praised me. Everyone admired me. But at home… I was invisible. --- My father didn’t need a reason to punish me. Sometimes, it felt like my existence alone annoyed him. One day, something as small as a broken fan turned into a nightmare. “It wasn’t me,” I said calmly, trying my best to explain. “It was Amethyst and Kelp.” But he didn’t listen. He never did. His words came first—sharp, painful, cutting deeper than any blade. I stayed quiet. I had learned that speaking only made things worse. But even silence wasn’t enough. The first slap came without warning. My head snapped to the side. Then another. And another. I bit my lip, trying to hold back my tears. But the pain… It was too much. Tears slipped down my face. And that made everything worse. “Why are you crying?” he snapped angrily. Before I could answer, another slap landed across my face. Hard. My ears rang. My vision blurred. And suddenly… I tasted blood. My nose was bleeding. I raised my hand to touch it, shocked. Still, he didn’t stop. Something inside me snapped. “Why?” I cried out, my voice breaking. “What have I ever done to you?” He looked at me with cold, emotionless eyes. “This is to teach you a lesson,” he said. “Never cry when I’m talking to you.” At that moment… Something inside me died. Not my body. But a part of my heart. --- The only place I ever felt safe… Was with my best friend. Hibiscus Don Idris. She wasn’t just my friend. She was my escape. My peace. My home. Whenever I was with her, I could breathe again. I could laugh. I could be myself. No fear. No pressure. Just… freedom. My father tried many times to separate us. But our bond was too strong. Because she was the only one who truly saw me. The real me. Not the perfect daughter. Not the strong girl. Just… me. --- But everything changed. The moment Jay entered my life. --- And now… I’m trapped in a world I never asked for. With a man I can never love. A man who refuses to let me go. --- And the worst part? This is only the beginning.