TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

Perfect distraction

His heart thumped against his rib cage as his eyes scanned through the room, his quivering voice echoed across the area.

“Freya!!! Freya!!!”

He crashed to the ground in pain, his mind shattered. His soul was vexed as he never knew she'd leave. He never thought she'd be able to just walk out, and now, all the blame was on him.

His heart sweared with pain as he tumbled the whole house, tearing everything down just to find her.

After a futile search at home, he pickd up his phone, the fast clicks of his fingers against the screen filled the air. His eyes locked on it and the beeping sound of the call sang in his ears.

“Come on, pick up…”

His occasional groans were synchronized with the angry tapping of his feet against the cold floor that sent chills down his spine.

The painful sensations that ran through his spine made him lose his control. Tears rolled down his cheek as he stared blankly into the phone, as if looking at her.

“Freya, I'm sorry for everything. Please, just come back…” he spoke calmly and his face was pitiful, just as if he was talking to her, face to face.

After several failed attempts of trying to reach her, he decided to call her mom, Diana. Even though his relationship with her wasn't so good, he decided to take his chances still.

“Hello, Diana? Are you there?”

She answered the call but hesitated to speak.

“Diana?!”

“What?!” She snapped angrily over the phone.

“I'm sorry to bother you, I just wanted to know if Freya was there with you. I just want to talk to her…”

A deep sigh escaped her lips as she snapped.

“Don't you ever call me again. And Freya's not here…”

The beeping sound of the call sang in his ear and he screamed with pain.

‘Shit!’

Immediately, he stormed out of the house, his engine hummed softly as he drove out speedily. The bright head lamps shone in the way as he drove into the busy streets that night.

He had been trying to track her last location and led him to a motel.

Fired up and agitated, he dashed into the receptionist office, his breath ragged.

“Please, I'm looking for Freya Ross. Did anyone lodge here with that name?” He was sweaty and pitiful that night.

The receptionist felt his pain, but just couldn't help him.

“I'm sorry sir, I can't help you. I can't disclose customer information to you without their permission…”

“Please, you have to help me. It's my wife.”

His voice was heavy with emotions and pain, but the rule was simple, she couldn't help him still.

“I'm sorry, I can't help you sir.”

He slammed his fist into her table and stormed out, she almost tripped and her heart skipped a beat.

“Shit!!!!”

The search was futile and in pain, he drove back home, his head heavy with aches, his heart pounding against his chest, the shattered pieces stabbing him more and his troubled mind tortured him with warring emotions.

The drive home was silent and painful as he couldn't imagine she left. It was unfathomable and baffled him. He realized now he had really wronged her and lost her trust.

His radio, just as if it knew about his condition and wanted to mock him played lonely by Akon. The cold words of the melodious music sank into his weakened heart as he drove back home.

Tears endlessly rolled down his cheek. He just couldn't help it.

He crashed into his bed, his mind flooded with emotions, ones he couldn't control or hold back.

All those nights, their sweet times, it all came crashing down at once.

The projections of them together on that bed filled his soul. Shivers ran down his spine and he couldn't continue staying on the bed anymore. Her scent filled the room just as if she was right there.

The cold of the tiles seeped into his skin, but he never stood up. That was his punishment for messing up his marriage.

She couldn't be blamed, he knew it. He had fucked up too much and she was fed up. The memories haunted him, he just couldn't stop them.

All through the night, the only audible sound was his loud screams and endless sobs and the occasional shattering of objects against the wall.

The once powerful Lucas was now a frail and broken soul. The realization of the fact that his marriage was gone and he was helpless hit him so hard that he would have preferred a severe punch to the gut, or even a strong drilling.

However, he was left to suffer alone in the dark world of tormenting emotions as he laid on the cokd floor all through the long night that seemed like forever.

In the morning, he never slept, he just stood up and took a shower and headed to work, all tired and shaken.

His engine hummed softly as he parked into the company parking lot and the echoes of the jamming on his door filled the air and drew attention to him, but he didn't care.

His suit was not straitened and unbuttoned and he just worked in, his face pale as he swung his briefcase carefree.

He drank a lot that day, the pain just never vanished, instead, it only increased. None of his employees got in his way. Everyone just stayed clear and it was clear to them that their boss was going through a lot at the moment.

They wondered what was really going on as some days, he'll come happy and some days, he'll come broken. It was more like a routine but they dared not ask him.

The pain continued like this for days and he was going from bad to worse each passing second. He was emotionally drained and mentally detached. He was no longer himself and was not thinking straight anymore.

Most times, he would have been carried home, but he was lucky. His system always neutralized the effects of the alcohol and he never felt it, more reason why he kept drinking.

However, after two weeks of silence and drinking, his system finally gave him a task.

He was sitting in the office that day, he wacked up ass flattened on the cold chair, his bottle of whiskey in hand as he gulped the hot liquid down his throat.

Suddenly, his system beeped with a new task.

He almost tripped as the sound rang in his head.

“But an educational institution within 30 days…”

“Finally,” he growled.

However, a strange determination burned in his soul. That pale face vanished as he saw this as the perfect distraction.

“Maybe, if I do this right, I'll impress Freya if she returns…”

A cold smile tugged across the corners of his lips as he rose, the shattering sound of the bottle against the wall and splashing of the liquid filled the room, coupled with his grin.

Just when he was about to leave the office, his phone beeped with a message.

His hands trembled softly as he carefully looked at the sender information.

It was Freya.

“What!” He almost tripped as he struggled to get a grip on his phone.

His heart thumped with joy. His feets trembled as he struggled to maintain his stance. Tears rolled down his cheek and his mind screamed with joy. But, it all sank once he opened the message.

His soul was shattered to a thousand pieces and the message felt like targeted arrows to his chest. Painful shivers ran down his spine as he read the message. His dilating pupils forced the hot tears out and it burned his cold skin as it rolled by.

“Don't look for me…”