Hearts in the Balance: The Billionaire's Game

Chapter 4

JANiCE POV)

Funnily enough, the kiss couldn’t reassure me. Immediately I got home, I went on the internet and scrolled through Sasha's i********: account. She, indeed, was beautiful. Far more beautiful than I had ever been. I guess it's why Trent hadn’t wanted to reply when I first asked him earlier. He didn't want to lie. I scrolled through her page, checking every detail. I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know what she did, who she was, why Trent had not forgotten her, and why he still thought about her.

I scrolled through her pictures and realized there was no picture where she had posed with anyone as her boyfriend or love interest. She posted merely friends and families. That was until I scrolled down some more and saw pictures of her and Trent two years ago. They were numerous, and my blood boiled seeing them together. They looked so happy and contented with each other. Sasha seemed to have been in love with him at the time. She took pictures of almost all the things they did together.

Sasha had not deleted the pictures of her and Trent she had taken years ago.

There was still evidence of what they had once had, what they had once shared.

Is she still in love with him? It has been two years already. Usually, after a breakup, people erase all memories of their exes, not to remember the old times.

I have done it. My friends have done it. I have heard about others doing it. Why, then, did she not delete these pictures from her account?

Is she still into him? Is she hoping they would one day be back together? Does she want my man? What if she's still trying to get him back? What if she had messaged him several times, begging him to take her back?

Sasha had no right to still hold on to a relationship that was already over two years ago.

I slapped my hand on my forehead in frustration. I was overreacting. Trent had always told me to take things slowly, but I never listened. I'm just scared of losing Trent. That’s my man, and no one is taking him from me. Even if it was this pretty b***h from his past who cooked shrimp just how he liked it.

“Baby?”

I looked back and saw Trent standing at the door, smiling.

“Yes, love?”

“I want to tell you something,” he said, coming forward, sitting on the bed and kissing me.

Since moving in with Trent, my mouth had become his obsession. He spent every moment kissing it. And I loved it.

“What do you want to tell me?”

“My parents want to meet you,” said Trent in between the kissing.

I stopped.

I couldn't believe that since we started dating, I had never considered meeting his parents, even though he was close to mine.

“Oh, that's great. I'm so excited to see them.”

“Yeah. My parents live on the far side of town. We'll go there this Saturday.”

He looked at my open laptop and asked:

“What are you doing online anyway?”

I quickly slammed the laptop shut. I didn't want him to know I was busy online stalking his ex-girlfriend.

“Okay, if you say so,” Trent said and started walking out of the room, “Let’s go make dinner together.”

“Um….just go ahead and do so. I'm a bit tired this evening, so I'm not sure I'll be able to work in the kitchen as much. Don’t worry, I'll make it up to you tomorrow. We'll cook breakfast and dinner together.

I sighed heavily when he left and ensured he had done it before I started stalking Sasha online again.

I learned about her favorite food, her profession, and her family. She even had a video of her makeup tutorial. I watched the video several times that evening, watching keenly every brush stroke she made on her face, every caress. I wanted to get it ideally so I could do it, too. That way, Trent would love me even more.

I was not insecure. I was merely trying to please the man I loved. Those were the words I repeated to myself that night as I stayed awake, practicing Sasha's kind of makeup on my face, and still not feeling assured that I was indeed not insecure.

I stayed up late stalking Sasha and Trent's past girlfriends online. By the time I woke up the next day, my eyes were red and swollen, and I also had a nasty headache. I stood up and went to have a shower. Trent was still sleeping.

I wondered what he would say when he woke up and saw my eyes. He would scold me, of course, but lovingly. I got out of the shower and started to wipe my body with my towel. I smelled nice. Trent stirred.

I looked at him. He was sleeping so soundly. I tiptoed to him and placed my hand on his head, shifting wasps of hair that covered his forehead aside. I bent down and kissed his forehead. It made him stir again.

He was so beautiful. Did he know just how handsome he looked? That is why so many girls want to take him from me. They all want him, my man.

My eyes ran cold as I caressed his head. It was not easy dating such a young, handsome, wealthy man from an influential family. So many women were interested in him and made attempts to seduce him severely.

Last night, when he was about to sleep, I had asked Trent to tell me about his ex-girlfriends, as well as their names. He had been reluctant to say to me about them, but after a lot of pressing, he agreed.

He told me about their likes, dislikes, and handles. I got to work. I started to go through all their profiles. There was something prevalent among these girls. I racked my brain, thinking about what it was.

Yes! I got it! All the girls he dated had long black hair. They were all also gorgeous. But they had a common quality; black hair.

I looked at my brown hair and sighed. So I was not his type. Why then did he fall for me?

I couldn’t help thinking about the girls even when Trent drove me to his parent's house in the countryside later that week.

He kept glancing at me as he drove. I knew I was acting weird, but I couldn’t help but fear that he might meet someone with long black hair and a banging body and fall for her. After all, that was his type, and I was not.

The car tire entered into a pothole, causing the car to shake. My hair came to the front of my face, covering it. That pothole had to be very huge for it to have caused the car to do that.

“Are you fine?” Trent asked and helped tuck my hair behind my ears.

I nodded.

He placed his hand atop mine and squeezed it. Then he withdrew his hand and focused on driving the car.

I looked out of the car and sighed. I don't know why his parents still lived in the countryside, but it did not bother me. I was excited to see them.

I started to wonder what his parents would look like. One of them would have blonde hair, for sure. I imagined that it would be his mom. She would be the definition of an old beauty, kind and soft and sweet. His father would be old and kind. He might have a ranch like my grandparents did when I was younger, which would be used to rear animals, and would own a cozy cottage where he and his wife had raised my darling, Trent.

Trent had told me that although his parents were multi-billionaires, they had lived a very simple life and that he had been raised in the countryside for a while.

So, I had expected the traditional countryside house system to be how his parents' house would look like.

But that was not the case.

I have never been so wrong in all my life. His parents lived in a freaking villa! A freaking luxurious villa with several servants running about.

I was so surprised when I saw the house. I was so astonished that I had even asked Trent several times before we went in if we were in the right place.

He chuckled and said we were.

“Whoa! How did your parents build such a place in this area?"