BILLIONAIRE IN THE SHADOW

Imbalanced equation

Dominic stood in front of his ex, his hands jammed in his pants pocket in quiet composure, his usual firm expression cracking with an ever slight surprising expression. He wasn't expecting to meet her. At least not so soon.

But here she was, stranded on the road like a vagrant, her makeup threatening to stream in the merciless midday light.

Dominic's expression shifted from her to that madza 3 behind, then to her again. But he didn't say a word. He just stared expressionlessly.

She was still the same beautiful woman that promised they'll end up together. Her posture was upright like a groomed model, the ocean blue dress fitting her curves enough to demand head turning, a few stands of her shimmering black hair danced gently with the warm wind.

She was ravishing.

But Dominic looked past her mascara and mask. In the past, she was the woman whom for her sake, he could journey Miles just to prove his love is not a joke, but looking at her now, she disgusted him more than anything that's pungent.

Eva stopped abruptly, her heart skipping one heavy beat immediately her eyes caught Dominic. Shock, familiarity, and curiosity mixed in her eyes as her eyes shifted forth and back, from him to the sleek Royce Rolls at the back, humming gently like an angry beast.

Her expression was screaming; What the heck!

Dominic and Royce?

One of the five most expensive cars owned by only the moguls in the city. The sheer weight of the incredible sight of the Car made her mind reeled like a carousel that won't stop.

She knew him well— her ex. The same guy who was barely scraping by, Dominic barely had one good cloth in his old wardrobe. He was known for being poor— starkly poor than a church rat. But he just stepped down from a car that cost more than ten professors salary.

What the heck! Impossible!

For some moments, the air seemed to hold its breath, suspended in the moment of suspense and astonishment.

The sheer weight of her recognition completely straw out the reality that was staring at her in the eyes.

Recovering from the shocking encounter, she rasped. "Dom," Her tone was heavy with disbelief. "What are you doing here..and the car..did you just step out of it?"

Her question hung in the air like nonsense— unbreathable.

Dominic chuckled, low and sharp, his expression cold as ice.

Without thinking twice, and like a man who had looked at a report that completely failed, he turned without any word, and began walking away.

That particular quiet reaction was like a blast to Eva's heart. She snapped, lashing her hand like a whip, and grabbing Dominic's wrist.

"You don't walk away from me Dom, " She hissed, her grip lingering on his wrist like a shackle. Her brow furrowed so tight the pomade screamed to pour "You think you're too invaluable to plead now, Huh? Because you walk out of a Royce that belongs to a man you're slaving for?" She shook her head in disbelief. "Never knew you quite the cocky shit, Dom."

She flared, firing on, never minding the gazes from passersby. "You're nothing without me, Dom. You think you can walk away now like you've ever mattered?"

She laughed, her tone cutting the air like knife, dripping poison.

"You're thinking too much of yourself for a common laundry guy, Dom. I can ruin things for you in a second and you'll walk with your legs to wherever dumps you crawled out from!"

She laughed again, cold as ice, " You'll come back begging. You always do!"

Dominic smirked, ever so slightly. He turned gently, his eyes training from her grip to her face that held anger and stings of his silence. Just a tip of her own betrayal, she was barking already.

Then, Dominic's words came silently and smoothly, like a bullet escaping snipper barrel. He raised a brow, his expression cold.

"And do I know you?"