Billionaire’s Lost Angel

The air hung heavy with the stale stench of cigars and perfume in George’s dimly lit office. With a dissatisfied smirk curling on his lips, he idly ran his hand through the tousled hair of the young woman perched on his lap. Her eyes, framed with heavy eyeliner, stared up at him with a mixture of desire and emptiness. The confrontation replayed in his mind, Linda’s audacity in front of his business associates. She had disgraced him, and he wouldn’t let her off so easily.

As if summoned by his malicious thoughts, the office door creaked open and Linda stepped inside, her eyes wide with apprehension. A surge of satisfaction coursed through George’s veins, but he feigned indifference as he dismissed the young woman on his lap with a lazy wave of his hand.

Linda’s voice trembled with uncertainty as she stammered an apology, her gaze fixed on the floor. George’s eyes narrowed, searching for any sign of weakness, when they landed on a mark on her neck. It was an exact replica of the symbol etched onto Lotus. A flicker of recognition sparked in his eyes as he studied her face, a mask of innocence. Pouncing upon an opportunity to manipulate, he grabbed her hands, his grip firm and unwavering.

“Who are you?” George’s voice was low and dangerous, the glint in his eyes betraying a man possessed by curiosity and wicked intentions.

Linda’s voice quivered with a newfound strength as she pulled away from his grip. “I am Linda,” she declared defiantly, her eyes narrowing with defiant determination. “And I’ll have you know, that I will not hesitate to report your lecherous advances to the authorities.”

A jolt of shock rippled through George’s body. He had been outmaneuvered and caught. How had she managed to record their exchange? His mind raced with possibilities, his deep-set eyes scanning the room for any surveillance equipment he might have overlooked.

Swallowing his anger, George composed himself, realization glimmering in his eyes. “Very well, Linda,” he responded with a venomous smile. “You win this round.”

With that, he released his grip on her, his mind already racing with new plans. If she had dirt on him, then he too would find leverage to use against her. No one crossed George Malloy and walked away unscathed.

That night George reached for his phone, his fingertips tingling with anticipation. He had to crush Linda, to bring her to her knees and claim his revenge. Without hesitation, he dialed Caleb’s number, his close confidante in matters of darkness.

A wicked grin creased Caleb’s face as his voice oozed with excitement through the phone. “George, my friend, what do I owe the pleasure of this late-night call?”

George wasted no time on small talk, his voice dripping with venomous intent. “Caleb, I have a proposal for you,” he began, relishing in the potential for retribution. “I am interested in Linda. I want to possess her, to show her the true meaning of submission. I want to kidnap her.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment, broken only by the sound of Caleb’s devilish chuckle. “Oh, George, you never cease to amuse me,” he retorted, his voice thick with excitement. “Consider it done. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.”

They exchanged a few more hushed words, outlining the plans for Linda’s abduction.

This wasn’t the first time that George was asking for a lady to be abducted back then whenever reject him or have stubbornly and even going to the extent of embarrassing him in public he made sure to bring his wicked means and abduct them making them pay for everything that they’ve cost him.

…

Peter sat alone in his spacious office, engrossed in stacks of paperwork that seemed to multiply every day. The sound of his name being called interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to see Elvis standing in the doorway, a broad smile on his face.

“Peter, my man! Long time no see,” Elvis exclaimed, strolling into the room. The two old friends embraced warmly, their laughter filling the air. “I heard you’ve been killin’ it out here in New York, making waves in the business world.”

Peter chuckled, shaking his head modestly. “Ah, you know how it is, Elvis. Just working hard and trying to climb the corporate ladder.” He motioned to the plush leather chair across the desk. “Take a load off, my friend. What brings you here?”

Elvis sunk into the chair, crossing his legs casually. “Well, I was in town for a business trip, and I couldn’t resist catching up with you, old buddy. Plus, I wanted to see how you’re doing. You know, personally.”

Peter furrowed his brow, curiosity evident in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

Elvis leaned forward, his voice dripping with sincerity. “Peter, we’ve known each other for years, seen each other through thick and thin. I’ve always known the kind of connection you had with Lotus.”

Peter’s gaze turned distant, memories of his past relationship with Lotus flooding his mind. They had been deeply in love once, but their love had crumbled under the weight of Peter’s mistakes and misjudgments.

“I messed up, Elvis,” Peter admitted, his voice heavy with regret. “I hurt Lotus more than I care to admit. But believe me when I say that not a day goes by without me thinking of her and wishing I could make things right.”

Elvis nodded, his eyes filled with empathy. “I know you, Peter. I know that a part of you still yearns for her, despite everything. And I can see it in your eyes now. You want to find her. You want to reconcile.”

Peter sighed, his fingers tapping restlessly on his desk. “You’re right, Elvis. I want nothing more than to find her and make amends. But it’s been months since we last spoke, and I haven’t been able to track her down. I don’t even know where to begin.”

Elvis grinned mischievously, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t you worry, my friend. I’ve got a few contacts here in the city, people who can dig deep and find information others can’t.”

Peter’s eyes widened with hope. “You think they can find her? They can bring her back to me?”

Elvis nodded, his excitement contagious. “I believe they can, Peter. We just need to have a little faith in them and in the power of love. I’ve seen miracles happen, my friend. And miracles can happen between you and Lotus too.”

A surge of determination filled Peter’s heart as he stood up and extended his hand towards Elvis. “Thank you, Elvis. Thank you for always being there for me. I won’t give up on Lotus. I’ll find her, and I’ll make things right.”