Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 49: Insurance

>Eleina

Shit! Why does she have to see me?

I threw the camera into the backseat, harder than I meant to, and slammed the door from inside. My hands were shaking as I bit my lip and turned the keys, the engine growling to life.

"Fuck! Why do I have to hide in front of someone like her?!" I snapped, forcing the car to pull out even though the wheel felt tight in my grip. The anger started bubbling in my chest, and it kept rising, like it was choking me.

I swear, if Alisha didn’t tell me to leave her alone for now, I would’ve gone after that girl myself. Right there. Right then.

But it’s fine. I’m sure I caught something good today. I’m sure sister would be pleased.

I’ve been doing this shit for I forgot how long. Like a stalker parking outside her villa day and night I lost track of time. The guards were too strict, so the only thing I could do was sit there, wait, and watch.

Every day. Every night. I had no choice, I had to see her walk out of that damned place that was supposed to be mine myself.

I wasn’t going to miss my chance to destroy her the same way she destroyed me. A grin tugged at my lips as I looked at the faint reflection of the camera sitting on the backseat.

Yeah.

It’s been weeks already since I got out of my hell-hole of a bedroom where I was slowly rotting away.

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"My poor sister, do you want revenge?" Alisha whispered. Her finger brushed a messy strand of hair off my face, tucking it gently behind my ear.

That’s right. I still have my sister.

Mom and Dad are both useless—they just tell me to come downstairs, act normal, and move on like nothing happened.

But I couldn’t.

I wanted revenge.

The light from the window stung my eyes, but all I could really see was the worried look on Alisha’s face. I was curled up against the headboard, hugging my knees so tight they were starting to go numb. My hair was a tangled mess, my cheeks blotchy and raw from crying. When she climbed onto the bed beside me, the mattress dipped under her weight, and the tight grip of my arms finally loosened.

Then the tears came again. Hot, heavy tears that wouldn’t stop. They streamed down like they owned me. My whole face burned from how much I’d already cried, but it didn’t matter—every tear pushed its way out anyway.

Six years.

Six damn years.

That man had been my fiancé for six fucking years. I stayed with him even when he tried to end our engagement again and again. Even when he looked bored every time we went out. Even when I was the one keeping every conversation alive. I held on, and that was enough to make people envious with what I have. As long as he didn’t blatantly disrespect me, I can hold on. People didn’t need to know the ugly parts of our relationship.

I fought for us because I loved him. So how dare some daughter of a whore steal him? How dare she even touch him? He was supposed to be mine. Only mine.

Alisha pulled me into a tight hug just as my anger started spiraling again. She didn’t usually hug me like this, she was soft and patient. Most of the time, she didn’t bother caring at all.

But she was warm. And right then, I desperately needed something warm to keep me from falling apart completely. She was still my sister. She couldn’t stand seeing me like this.

"I want that bitch to suffer," I muttered into her shoulder. My voice shook, full of raw anger I couldn’t hold back anymore. My throat felt tight, like I couldn’t even swallow. My tears soaked through her clothes, but she didn’t move away.

"Don’t worry," she said, patting my back in slow, steady strokes. "I’ll help you get your revenge. But you have to listen to me. Only me."

She pulled back and grabbed my shoulders, her eyes sharp and serious like she already saw the outcome.

Finally.

Someone who understood exactly what I wanted.

"I have a plan," she said. "But you have to promise you’ll only do what I tell you."

I nodded right away. Something heavy in my chest finally eased, just a little. "Okay."

"Good. Now first, you need to eat."

A maid stepped forward with a tray. Alisha took the plate from her and held it out to me like she was feeding a child.

"Here."

I sniffed, wiped my face with the back of my hand, and took the food. She watched me quietly as I shoved the first bite into my mouth, chewing too fast, swallowing too hard, like my body didn’t even remember how to act normal.

But it didn’t matter.

As long as my sister said it...It was going to happen.

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I parked myself directly outside the front doors of my sister’s company, the engine still humming under my fingers. I shut it off, grabbed the camera from the passenger seat, and pushed the door open. Cold air hit my face as I stepped out. My heels clicked sharply against the pavement before I climbed the short set of concrete stairs, each step echoing through the open entrance.

"You’ve arrived, Young Miss. The President is in her office right now."

A man in a black suit approached me quickly, almost jogging the last few steps. He stopped in front of me and gave a shallow bow, his hands pressed neatly at his sides.

I raised my hand in authority, and he immediately straightened. Without breaking eye contact, I tossed him the car key and he caught it with both hands like it was something sacred.

I walked past him without a second glance, my stride steady and confident, loud enough to make people turn their heads.

That’s right. Everyone should be bowing in my presence.

I turned the latch of my sister’s office door and pushed it open. The quiet click echoed inside the room. Her bodyguard—who practically lived at her side—stood stiffly next to where my sister sat at the large table in the center. Both of them shifted their eyes toward me the moment I stepped in.

"Sis! Look what I found!" I called out, the excitement bursting in my voice as I hurried across the room. My steps sped up, almost a light jog, and I held the camera out to her like I was presenting treasure. She reached out and took it from my hands.

I waited in front of her, practically bouncing in place as she clicked it open. Her fingers moved calmly over the buttons, tapping through picture after picture while her expression stayed unreadable.

"Good job. You did well," she finally said, giving me a small smile.

My grin widened. "So? Are we gonna expose it? I’m sure they’ll break up if that gets out," I fired off quickly, unable to hold it in.

Alisha crossed her legs with a slow, elegant motion as she set the camera gently on the table, and turned her gaze at me.

"Not yet. It’s still not enough to ruin their relationship," she said calmly.

I blinked, confused, trying to read her expression. "Huh?"

"This is just an insurance," she continued.

"You’ll see soon enough... when the time is right."