THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 2: $2 million grand

Cassandra'a heart reeled like a swaying pendulum going forth and back and arriving at the same spot.

She stumbled back one step, a finger pressed against her buzzing head splitting with sudden migraine.

The room spun around her from working her mind to the limit.

She didn't know what to believe. The memories of the previous night were blurry in her head as clouds dispersed in the sky.

He looked at the man in front intently, maybe in one way, her vision would perform a trick and she would know if he was actually speaking the truth.

The muscles of her eyes twitched in exhaustion, she collapsed into the bed heavily and helplessly. A sharp exhale escaped from her lips, her head slumped slightly, she was obviously at sea.

Carl took a step close to her, his expression cracked with concern seeing her dazed.

His voice softened at the edge as he broke the silence.

"I know you're confused about everything," He said calmly and sincerely. "But I really wish you could believe me. If I could prove it better than I already did so everything will make more sense to you that you were drugged and what I did was primarily to save your life, I would."

Cassandra didn't raise her head. She was still battling with her tangled thought.

"Tell me, how did you end up in my room? Do you remember? And how did an Aphrodisiac get into your body?"

Cassandra raised her head slowly, but her shoulder slumped. She forced her mind back to grasp at anything through the haze of what happened the previous night, but nothing was attainable.

She shook her head gently. "I..I don't.. know.."

"Yesterday when you came in, you mentioned the name Henry. Who is Henry?" Carl Stared at her intently.

"Henry?" Cassandra repeated with familiarity, squinting at him. Her eyes suddenly widened as a memory surfaced in her head. "He..he's my sister's fiancee. He's my brother-in-law...."

Her voice suddenly trialed off, recovering more memories about what happened the previous night.

Henry Vernovas was her sister's fiancee. He'd invited her to this particular hotel the previous night, saying he wanted her help to plan a surprise for her sister prior to their wedding day.

Henry offered her a drink...and that was all she remembered. Her world blurred.

Anger consumed her instantly. "That bastard!" She bit out between clenched jaws. "What has he done to me!?"

She snatched her phone from her purse. The screen crawled with missed calls. 100 from Henry, 10 from a strange number and 5 from her assistant.

"What the heck?"

She was about to dial Henry when a notification popped up on the screen. She already clicked on it before her instinct warned her.

The sender was Henry Vernovas.

A text was attached to it; Don't try to act smart with me. I have the video.

The screen shifted, displaying a video taken in a blue background room. Her breath caught when she saw herself on the screen, sprawled on the bed motionless, and Henry was rubbing his stinking hand all over her body. The sight made her stomach twist with repulse and anger.

"That bastard actually did it!" She snarled.

Suddenly, she kicked Henry and jumped up from the bed...the video distorted after then. Only Henry's sharp and angry voice streamed in pursuit of her.

That explained how she escaped from the bastard's filthy intention the previous night.

Carl Stared at her in the silence.

Cassandra was so overwhelmed with anger that she couldn't speak immediately.

Henry was her sister's fiancee, their marriage was just a few days ahead. He had been making advances on her and Cassandra had been rejecting it every time, keeping it a secret from her sister and family, but right now she'd had enough.

That bastard was going to blackmail her with the Video.

She has to tell her family and warn his sister about who Henry really was.

She rose to her, anger still radiating from her body.

She looked at Carl, her expression softening slightly.

"Turns out you were truthful," she said with an edge, "but how did you know about the drug in my body? You're a Doctor?"

"Because you were behaving abnormally." He simply said.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes on him. "Are you indirectly saying I'm insane?" Her voice hardened slightly.

"Literally." Carl kept his expression serious and composed. "You were tearing me up last night, craving for my..."

"Enough!!" Her voice cut through the room like a whip. Her cheek flushed embarrassment.

Carl smirked faintly, throwing a taunt at her.

"Are you ashamed now? You should be grateful." His head tilted slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "Perhaps we could go more rounds if you're.. "

"You're Insane!" She hissed.

"I'm just trying to help." He chuckled softly, further making her cheek red with flush. She glared at him. Without any other words, she strutted into the bathroom with her dress and soon returned dressed up, her posture sharp despite her calloused hair and wrinkled dresses. Her expression carried a confidence and her presence weighed an aura that wasn't there when she entered the room before. The kind of Aura that could freeze a room cold.

She grabbed her purse and pulled out a checkbook. She wrote on it quickly and tossed it to Carl.

"$2 million." She said and pocket the checkbook back in the purse. She stepped closer to him, heels clicking sharply like bullets striking steel. Her expression was devoid of any warmth, almost threatening as she held Carl's unwavering gaze. "And listen very carefully to what I'm about to say. I have a high reputation in this city which I will do everything to protect. What happened here never happened, I never met you, you never met me, and I don't know who you are, so let it stay like that..."

She paused, her expression darkening even more. She closed the small gap between them, perfume from yesterday still stung sharply in Carl's nostril.

"...i will have you locked somewhere deep you'll suffer and be too busy for regret."

Carl chuckled softly, almost mockingly. He waved the cheque in casual disinterest. His tone then carried a hint of playfulness. "So, this is how much you're paying for a one night stand? You paid well. I guess you enjoyed it but I'm not interested in your.."

Cassandra responded with the Door slammed to his face.

"I didn't say anything wrong, Did I?"