Her Possessive Billionaire

11. Best friend.

Lucas P. O. V.

I was talking on my phone with a client from Malaysia about our upcoming project. Completely unaware that someone had barged into my study without my permission.

After cutting the call I went inside my study but abruptly stopped when I caught the sight of Amara whose face looked pale and void of colours looking as if she has seen a ghost.

What was she doing in my study room and who gave her the permission to f*cking enter here?

"What the heck are you doin..." Half way through my sentence my eyes fell on the picture frame that she was holding.

My blood started boiling and rage took over my senses. Without thinking twice I strode towards her and dragged her holding her forearm towards my basement downstairs.

Unknown to the fact that she has nyctophobia and claustrophobia. Like a raging beast i roughly threw her unto the rough cement floor which scared her knees and elbows causing some blood to seep out of them. Whimper escaped her already quivering lips because of crying.

But comparing to the rage I was feeling now it was nothing. Step by step I walked towards her and abruptly squatted down in front of her making her flinch backwards.

"Pp--please get me out of here I--I can't breathe" she said now joining her hands in front of me, as she started hyperventilating.

Ignoring her state. A cocky smile plastered on my already smirking lips. "Do you remember that person in that picture?" I ask now holding her jaw in a tight grip.

"Don't even try to f*ckin lie to me, and I want each and every detail." I added gritting my teeth.

"Sh--she was m-my best friend in co--college, Emma. b--but something happened 6 years ago a--and then sh--she disappeared w--without telling me anything."

"You didn't even try to search her?" I asked in my low and hoarse voice controlling the urge to shout on her face.

"I tried. I tried calling her and even went to her dorm where she was staying but I couldn't find her" she said and started crying with face in her hands.

Silence filled the entire basement room, the only sound was our breathing along with the sound of her low sobs. I don't know why but it was effecting me. But very soon I shrugged it off.

After a long while she spoke." W--why was her picture frame in your study? Do you also know her?"

Her stupid question pulled me off guard and i couldn't help but laugh out loud. Even though I knew it wasn't her fault that she didn't know that who Emma was to me.

"She is my younger sister Emma Michaelson older than my youngest sister Kiara Michaelson. We are three siblings I'm the eldest one." I told her. Making her jaw drop.

I stood up making my back facing her. I inhaled a long breath then started narrating the story to her.

"Six-years ago Emma met with an accident. The day when her accident occurred, She called me several times but at that time I was in my office attending some important meetings, and during my meeting I've set a rule that everyone in the meeting room must put their phones on silent mode and l also always followed this suit in meetings and kept my phone on silent.

But I didn't know that doing so I'll regret it for the rest of my life. After my meeting I went straight to my office and checked my phone. Amusement took over me that there were 30 missed calls from her.

My heart skipped a beat and I quickly tried to call back but it showed that the phone was switched off."

A lone tear escaped my left eye thinking of the miseries my sister had gone through.

My eyes started to turn red. But I was relieved that my back was facing her. I don't want her to sympathize with me. I want her to fear me and not be rebellious in front of me.

Then taking a deep breath I continued. "With each passing second my restlessness was getting the best out of me. So, I ordered my detectives to look for her were abouts. An hour and a half later I received a call from a hospital number. They told me that they found her phone and seeing my missed calls they called me back. When I took the address and went there they asked me for blood drawl after all the procedure's, what seemed like eternity they took her out of the ICU and placed her in a VIP ward. They told me that the saved her but she had gone into a coma. Making my world to crash in just mere sentence.

I knew that something must have went wrong my instincts were telling me to solve it. So, then I searched and found out that someone had drugged her and they had a one-night-stand. After a week or so she got to know that she was pregnant. Fortunately the baby was knockout in the accident."

Silence again filled the entire room. Then I continued" And you know what. She is still in coma till this date. No signs of recovery has been seen. I tried to find that r****t but wasn't able to, my research is still going and I know that one f**king day I'm gonna find him and slice his crotch into million pieces."

I closed my eyes I took deep breaths calming my burning nerves down, and turn towards her and saw her balling her eyes out.

Then a crocked smile appeared on my face." Do you know Amara, I also got to know you 6 years ago."

I don't know why but I had a whim to tell her. I wanted to see her reaction.

And as expected her eyes shot at me along with a shocked and questionable look.

"W---what are yy--you talking about? I-I have no impression of you" She asked.

"Yes butterfly! I think your memory is not good." I said coming near her causing her to crawl backwards.

"No worries I can recall it for you. But I think that the information I gave you today is enough for now." I said as I stood up and went towards the door.

"And yea don't ever think of stepping your filthy feet inside my study without my damn permission or the consequences won't be in your favor, put that in your straw filled mind." I threatened her because I doubt that she will try to find some clues about Emma, and would try to reach her. And it's definitely not what I want.

Not giving her any chance to talk I walked out leaving her in her dumbfounded state to process everything. Making sure that I don't close the door considering her fobia.