Billionaire's Touch

Episode 4

She went over to Miles' in the evening.

She noticed that he had already prepared the meal.

Miles began "Hard to admit, but I lied to make you come over."

She laughed" You are such a horrible liar!"

"I know right? Please sit"

After the meal, he invited her to his garden which was beautifully decorated. Miles stood before Melissa, his usual stoic expression softening ever so slightly. His eyes, typically devoid of emotion, now held a deep vulnerability.

"Mellisa," he began, his voice low and measured, "I've spent years perfecting the art of detachment. But you... you shattered my defenses."

He paused, his gaze drifting downward, as if gathering courage.

"You make me feel," Miles continued, his words barely above a whisper. "You make me feel alive. Your laughter is the only sound that can penetrate the silence I've built around myself."

Miles's eyes locked onto Melissa's, his intensity palpable. His voice cracked, ever so slightly, as he spoke.

"Melissa, I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to feel, how to love. But I know I want to try. For you. With you."

Miles's hands, typically fists, relaxed, palms up, as if surrendering.

"I'm scared of being hurt again, of losing control. But I'm more terrified of losing you."

His eyes pleaded, his voice barely audible. Melissa's eyes widened, her lips parting in stunned silence as Miles's words washed over her. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his gaze, her heart racing with every vulnerable confession.

Miles's eyes burned with intensity, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, Melissa. I love your strength, your kindness, your beauty—inside and out."

Without another moment's hesitation, Miles leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, exploratory kiss. Melissa's eyes fluttered closed, her heart soaring.

Still speechless, Melissa's hands rose, wrapping around Miles's wrists, holding him close. Her eyes spoke volumes, conveying the emotions she couldn't verbalize.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring all his emotions into the connection. Melissa felt her heart dissolve into his, their love becoming the only language that mattered.

Melissa's gaze was still locked on Miles', her heart overflowing from their passionate kiss, when her phone buzzed in her bag. She hesitated, reluctant to break the spell, but Miles nodded subtly, encouraging her to answer.

As she retrieved her phone, her heart skipped a beat seeing Xavier's name on the screen. She hadn't expected him to call, especially not now. He asked her to come home.

Melissa's eyes drifted to Miles, his expression unreadable. She felt torn, her loyalty to Xavier's memory warring with her growing feelings for Miles.

Miles's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the shift in her demeanor. He stepped back, allowing her space.

"What's wrong?" Miles asked lowly, his voice tinged with concern.

Melissa took a deep breath before answering. "I need to go!"

Miles's expression turned neutral, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of understanding.

Melissa held his hands, feeling a pang of regret. "I'm sorry, Miles. I never expected—"

"Don't apologize," Miles interrupted, his voice gentle.

With a heavy heart, Melissa bid Miles farewell and departed, leaving behind the fragile connection they'd just formed.

As she drove away, Melissa couldn't shake off the feeling that she was torn between two worlds: her past with Xavier and her blossoming future with Miles.

The phone call had awakened a mix of emotions, forcing Melissa to confront unresolved feelings and loyalties.

Melissa stepped into her home, her mind still reeling from the sudden departure from Miles' presence. She had expected Xavier to be emotional, but not angry.

As she entered the living room, Xavier's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Where have you been?" he demanded, his tone low and accusatory.

Melissa hesitated, unsure how to respond. "I...I was out," she stammered.

Xavier's gaze intensified. "Out? With who?"

Melissa's heart sank, knowing she couldn't hide the truth. "Miles," she whispered.

Xavier's face darkened. "Miles? The guy you've been spending all your time with behind my back? I've seen you with him!"

Melissa shook her head, trying to calm him down. "Xavier, it's not what you think. Miles and I—"

"Don't lie to me. You said you don't love him!" Xavier's voice rose, his anger boiling over. "I thought you loved me, Melissa. I thought we had something real."

Melissa's eyes welled up with tears. "I do love you, Xavier."

Xavier's expression twisted in pain. "You moved on, didn't you? You replaced me with him. Because I was gone for too long? Do you know what I went through at all?"

Melissa stepped forward, desperate to make him understand. "No, Xavier, it's not like that.

Melissa's face burned with shame, though she knew she hadn't betrayed Xavier. "That's not fair, Xavier."

Xavier's face crumpled, and he turned away. "Leave me alone, Melissa. I need time to think."

Melissa's heart shattered, torn between her loyalty to Xavier and her growing connection with Miles. She knew she had to make a choice, but for now, she could only stand there, torn and helpless.

Xavier's silence lasted a week, his absence weighing heavily on Melissa's heart. She tried calling, texting, and visiting his place, but he remained unreachable.

Desperation crept in as Melissa wondered if she'd lost Xavier again. She confided in her best friend, Kayla, seeking comfort and advice. But Kayla's responses grew evasive, her usual warmth replaced with awkwardness.

After a while, she found something on Xavier's other phone that he left in a hidden cupboard in her room as she was cleaning.

Melissa's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the evidence before her. Texts, audios and photos exposed the shocking truth: Kayla and Xavier's betrayal ran far deeper than infidelity.

They had orchestrated Xavier's fake k********g, manipulating Melissa's emotions to extort money from her. The revelation left her breathless. But that wasn't all.

As Melissa delved deeper, she discovered Kayla and Xavier's relationship predated her own with Xavier. They had been secretly together, using Melissa as a cover.

Kayla's friendship had been a ruse, a calculated move to gain Melissa's trust. Xavier's love had been a facade, a means to access Melissa's wealth.

Melissa felt sickened, her mind reeling. How could they? Her anger simmered, but she remained calm, determined to confront them.

With a steady voice, she called Kayla. "Meet me at the coffee shop. We need to talk."

At the coffee shop, Melissa faced Kayla, her eyes blazing.

"You used me," Melissa accused, her voice low and even. "You manipulated me, lied to me, and stole from me."

Kayla's tears flowed, but Melissa saw only insincerity. Kayla confessed and her confession lacked remorse.

With that, Melissa stood up, her back straight, and walked away. As she stepped into the sunlight, Melissa felt liberated.

She narrated the whole event to Miles, he wrapped his arms around her and said,

"I'm here for you, Melissa. Always."

Melissa smiled, knowing she had found true love, and true friendship, elsewhere.

Xavier's grip on reality began to slip. His obsession with Melissa intensified, fueled by rage and possessiveness. In a fit of jealousy, Xavier turned on Kayla, the woman he had claimed to love. A violent argument erupted, and Xavier's anger boiled over.

Kayla's lifeless body was found days later, abandoned in a remote area. The police investigation led them straight to Xavier.