The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Sebastian

I could see the fear in Mia’s eyes, and her nod confirmed that the situation was indeed grave. “Is it that bad?” I asked, looking at her with concern.

Mia whispered, “It is.” Her trembling hand in mine only intensified my determination to protect her. The people who were supposed to provide her with safety and support were causing her such distress, and it enraged me.

I squeezed her hand reassuringly and said, “I will be right behind you.” Mia took a deep breath and opened the car door. I stepped out after her, keeping close to her side. As long as I was with her, she wouldn’t have to face this alone.

We were greeted with a chilling voice as we approached. “If it isn’t the whore,” a man sneered. He stood next to a woman who appeared equally terrified. My eyes fell on Mia’s father and mother, and I couldn’t help but wonder how a daughter could be treated so poorly by her own parents.

Mia’s father was a tall, imposing man with a cold, unyielding demeanor. His face was etched with lines of anger, and his eyes held a cruel glint. He looked every bit as heartless as Mia had described.

Mia’s mother, on the other hand, appeared smaller and frail. She wore an expression of deep sadness and regret, her eyes cast downward as if she couldn’t bear to witness the confrontation. She seemed like a woman who had been worn down by years of abuse.

“What are you doing here?” Mia demanded, her voice strong and unwavering, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Her father let out a chilling laugh and clapped his hands mockingly. “I want to see for myself what the disgrace of my daughter is up to. So you and him are together, huh? You divorced Gavin because you want money. More money. A gold-digger, is that what you are? Like mother, like daughter,” he sneered, his words dripping with venom.

I felt my blood boil, and my grip on Mia’s hand tightened involuntarily. This man was her own father, and the way he spoke to her was beyond disrespectful. Every ounce of self-control was required to keep from reacting impulsively.

Mia’s voice wavered with anger and frustration. “I didn’t divorce Gavin to be with someone else! Gavin cheated on me!”

But her father remained indifferent. “That’s marriage! It happens. You need to forgive and forget,” he callously replied, brushing off her pain as if it meant nothing.

Mia’s eyes were red with fury as she retorted, “I’m not Mom. I don’t forgive and forget.”

“Is that why you divorced him? Because he cheated? That is such a lame excuse!” her father snapped. “Just say that you want someone richer and that you baby-trapped him.”

His words were heartless, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I lunged forward and grabbed his hand before he could strike Mia. My anger surged, but I knew I needed to keep my composure. I met his gaze with a deadly glare, silently warning him to back off.

“Don’t touch the mother of my child!” I spit out.

Mia’s father stared at me with seething anger, his words dripping with venom. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, boy!” he sneered, his voice filled with contempt. “She’s a whore. A golddigger.”

At that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to a single burning point of rage. No one spoke about Mia like that, especially not her own father. My vision blurred with red anger as I moved forward, seizing her father by the throat. I couldn’t tolerate his disrespect any longer.

Her father gasped and choked as my grip tightened. There was a cacophony of shouting in the background, and amidst it all, I could hear Mia and her mother’s voices, pleading with me to release him. But I didn’t want to let go. This man needed to learn a lesson, and I was determined to teach it to him.

Strong hands wrapped around me and pulled me away. It was Kieran, the voice of reason and restraint. “Let him go, Sebastian,” Kieran urged calmly. Slowly, reluctantly, I released my grip on Mia’s father.

Mia’s mother rushed to her husband’s side, and her father regained his composure, a twisted smirk on his face. “You!” he pointed at me, his voice filled with a newfound bitterness. “You will regret this!” he screamed, his anger unabated. “You will regret this!”

He continued to berate Mia, threatening her and accusing her of tarnishing their family name. It was a relentless barrage of insults, and I watched Mia sob uncontrollably. I couldn’t stand to see her in such pain.

I moved closer to Mia, enfolding her in a protective embrace. She buried her face in my chest, seeking solace from the emotional storm that had just erupted. My anger still smoldered, but I needed to focus on comforting her.

As her father and mother finally made their way to their car, he yelled one last time, “Don’t think, Mia, that this is over. You tarnished our name, you dragged our name through mud. You will be punished!”

Mia gradually stopped sobbing, her tears drying up as she clung to me for comfort. When she finally pulled away, her eyes were red and swollen, but the storm of emotions that had overwhelmed her had somewhat subsided.

She turned to her brother, Kieran, her voice shaky. “How did you know that he was here?” she asked, her curiosity mingled with relief.

Kieran replied, “Mom sent me a text message.” He embraced his sister, offering her solace and understanding. “I’m so sorry. How was the ultrasound?”

Mia took a deep breath and managed a faint smile. “Everything was good.”

“Really?” Kieran asked, his concern evident. Mia nodded in confirmation.

“Go inside and have some tea,” Kieran suggested, urging his sister to find some comfort indoors.

Mia followed her brother’s advice, leaving Kieran and me alone for a moment. He turned to me with a grateful expression, acknowledging the role I’d played in supporting Mia during this difficult encounter.

“So I guess you already know a little about our messed-up family,” he remarked, while I was still trying to process the disturbing scene that had unfolded.

Kieran sighed deeply. “It was worse,” he admitted, hinting at the depths of their family’s dysfunction. “I’m so glad you were here. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.”

I shared his sentiment, feeling relieved that I’d been there to protect Mia from her father’s verbal abuse. “She’s safe with me,” I assured him.

Kieran nodded and glanced at his watch. “I need to go now. Thank you for taking care of my sister.”

I nodded in acknowledgment, appreciating Kieran’s understanding and the unspoken trust he’d placed in me to look after Mia. He quickly made his way to his car and drove off, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Just then, my phone buzzed again. I swiped the message, and the contents made me groan in frustration.

It was a picture on one of the biggest gossip sites. The picture was of me choking Mia’s dad.