Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Peter’s P. O. V

I blinked my eyes open, my head throbbing as the haze of sleep slowly lifted. My surroundings were unfamiliar, and I felt a tinge of confusion before the memories of last night hit me like a punch to the gut. Anger surged through every fiber of my being, and I turned my gaze to the woman lying beside me – Sheila.

God, what have I done? Why was I in bed with her? Gulping down a glass of water that lay by the nightstand, my memories started forming. How the hell was I drugged? The last thing I remembered taking was the drink after I got back from the restroom. That is to say, the one who drugged it would have done it while I was away.

It’s a lovely tactic if I must say. But that was not all the memories that came. As she stared at us, Lotus’s pain-stricken face was something I didn’t want to imagine again in my lifetime; how do I make this up? A slight shake of the bed made me turn in anger.

I didn’t even try to hide my fury as I roughly shook her awake. “What have you done, Sheila?” I demanded, my voice laced with rage.

Sheila stirred, blinking her eyes tiredly. With a nonchalant shrug, she said, “I’m just finally getting what I always wanted, Peter.”

Was she being serious? What’s wrong with some women being so pathetic and desperate? I wanted nothing to do with Sheila; our relationship in the past didn’t mean anything. But now here she was, trying to claim me as if I was a prize she could claim.

My anger intensified, and I clenched my fists as the rage burned within me. “You conniving bitch!” I spat, unable to hold back my rage. “How could you do this to me? To Lotus?”

A smirk danced on Sheila’s lips as she pushed herself up into a seated position. “Oh, please, spare me the righteous act,” she scoffed. “You’re the one who fell into my trap, Peter. You’re just as much at fault as I am.”

I fought the overwhelming urge to move close to her, but she shifted back.

A daunting smile dangling on her lips. “Everything going on here is being recorded. I’ll advise you to behave yourself here, Peter. You don’t get to call the shot this time, you know?”

“Recorded? What are you talking about?” I hissed, my voice low and menacing.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Sheila’s smirk widened, and she evaded my gaze. “Let’s just say that everything that has happened in this room is being captured on tape,” she replied with cruel satisfaction. “You wouldn’t want Lotus to stumble upon our little rendezvous now, would you? Or do you want a shamefully s*x video released of Peter having a pleasurable night with his mistress in the hotel? And what’s more, the little fight scene between you and your pesty little wife, Lotus.

“What? You have that on tape, too?”

“Yes. And I can destroy her the second you make any move that I don’t like.” She sneered.

The blood drained from my face as the weight of the situation settled upon my shoulders. I knew that exposing this scandalous affair would destroy my relationship with my wife and ruin my reputation and career. The thought of it made bile rise in my throat. I could still face whatever it was to make up for my mistake, but knowing Sheila, she was willing to go to any means to get what she wanted, and I didn’t want that.

Sheila’s voice cut through my inner turmoil, her tone dripping with malice. “Meet me tomorrow at 6 pm, Peter,” she commanded. “We have much to discuss regarding the way forward. Avoid Lotus at all costs if you don’t want this secret to remain a secret.”

I glared at her, a mixture of hatred and fear coursing through me. “You deceitful witch,” I seethed, my voice barely a whisper. “I can’t believe I let myself be manipulated by the likes of you.”

Sheila laughed darkly, a haunting sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, Peter, don’t act so surprised. Deep down, you’ve always known what I’m capable of.”

I could feel the emptiness inside me grow, consumed by the realization that Sheila had played me like a puppet. My mind raced, trying to come up with a plan to extricate myself from this mess, but the weight of her threats seemed insurmountable. What do I do? I can’t keep on doing this, and I am a company head, for crying out loud. Why would I be intimidated by a mere desperate bitch. But I knew that any action now would not be advisable. I needed to go back and have a good reconstruction.

What’s more, she said I shouldn’t talk to Lotus. That was going to be the hardest thing I had ever imagined myself doing. Lotus was beginning to trust me. After seeing him with Sheila last night, she would want an explanation. But now I have to ignore her despite how painful it was. I can’t afford to go through the same shit that went down earlier.

With a final warning, Sheila rose from the bed and began gathering her things. “Remember, Peter, if you dare to disobey me, the whole world will see just how dark your desires can be,” she taunted, her eyes glinting with triumph.

Her words echoed in my mind, haunting me as I watched her leave the room. The door closed behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my emotions spiraling out of control. I had lost grip on my mind. The world seemed to close in on me, the weight of my mistakes pressing me down. Oh, Peter, why must you be so foolish?

As I lay there, trapped in the aftermath of my own actions, a sinking feeling settled deep within me. How had my life come to this? How had I allowed myself to become a pawn in Sheila’s game of deceit? How was I so loose?