My Dutch Billionaire - Tee Marian (читаемые книги читать .txt) 📗
“Don’t let him pressure you,” Acheron interrupted coldly. This time, he had no ulterior motive, no intention to seduce his intern into falling into his bed. This time, he only had to look at Serenity to know that only someone so in love could be this hurt. Even so, he would not simply stand back and do nothing. He wanted Serenity to know that she had a choice, and that she could leave this place with him and with her pride intact.
Willem’s blue eyes glittered as he gazed at the Greek billionaire. “Fuck off.”
“Not when I see you think you can actually get away with fucking two sisters by using pretty words.”
The two billionaires would have been at each other’s throats if Serenity had not cried out for them to stop.
They froze, their heads snapping towards her, but she forced herself to keep her gaze on Acheron, only on Acheron. “Thank you for your help,” she whispered.
Willem heard himself ask, “What are you saying, Sere?” He had to ask, even though the way she spoke, the way she couldn’t even goddamn look at him, already told him the answer.
Still not looking at him, Serenity said shakily, “That I choose him.”
She was about to take a step towards Acheron when Willem was suddenly blocking her way, and she gasped when she found herself staring straight into eyes filled with as much pain as hers was.
She tried looking away, but the billionaire didn’t let her, his hands capturing her face as he demanded hoarsely, “Think about what you’re saying, dammit.”
“I am thinking about it,” she whispered. “I’m thinking I’m so tired of competing, of worrying—”
“But there’s no need for any of those!”
She trembled at the way Willem actually shouted the words out. This was not like him. This was not him at all, and she didn’t want him to be like this because of her. “Willem—”
“No!”
She furiously blinked back tears at the way the billionaire was looking at her. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say that, dammit. Don’t say it like—”
“I don’t think I have to,” she said brokenly. “Because you already know what I want to say, don’t you?”
He whitened. “Don’t do this, Serenity.” His voice turned desperate. “I told you I love you, didn’t I? That I’ve changed? You just have to—”
She looked at him.
And the words died in his throat.
“You’ll never trust me, will you?” the billionaire said dully.
“No.” It was a lie. “I won’t e-ever trust you a-again.” But in truth, it was herself she couldn’t ever trust again.
She thought it was over.
She thought he would leave.
But he did not.
Instead, he shattered her heart anew when she saw him take a deep breath and then dig into the package he held in his hand.
A small, silver box—
Her breath caught. “No, Willem, please.” Her voice came out a strangled sob.
But the billionaire still opened the box.
The people around them gasped, and the sound made her jump in shock, reminding her that they were far from alone. So many people around them, and Willem had to know about them, too. He had to know they would see him propose, had to know she would have to turn him down.
“Please, Willem.” She begged him with her words, with her gaze. Because even if she could no longer trust herself to be with him, it did not mean she had stopped loving him. “Please don’t do this.”
“Then say yes,” he said rawly. He took the ring out of the box, and she bit back a sob as he sank down on one knee. “I love you, Serenity Raleigh. I didn’t know this until it was too late, but I have loved you since you were fourteen years old, and I will love you for the rest of my life.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep the sobs back.
“Will you marry me?”
She whispered, “No.”
Willem drew his breath in. “Change your mind.”
She bit her lip hard. “No.”
“I love you, Serenity. Marry me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “No.”
When she opened her eyes, he was walking away, and it was like seeing the rest of her life fade into oblivion.
She began to cry, her tears ravaging her body in silence.
Do you see, Serenity?
It was all an act.
That’s how much you mean to him.
But even to Serenity’s own ears, the words sounded empty and unconvincing.
She watched the Dutch billionaire continue walking away, and it was as if her life, beginning at fourteen, replayed itself in her mind.
“It was nice meeting you, sir,” her fourteen-year-old self had told him gravely.
“The pleasure was mine,” a 28-year-old Willem de Konigh had told her with equal graveness.
“Sir,” she had told the billionaire upon meeting him at the library.
“Willem,” the billionaire had countered, and it was just one of the countless arguments they would have over the years on how she should address him.
“Keep in touch, engel.” It was the billionaire, promising her without so many words that he would be there for her.
“I will. Willem.” And at fifteen years old, she had entrusted herself to him, like she had never trusted anyone again since her father had killed himself.
“Will you promise me something,” the billionaire had asked her. “If you ever choose to leave me, don’t just…go away. Let me know. I won’t ever stop you, but just…tell me.”
Her head jerked up at the last memory.
And suddenly, it was clear to her.
She had refused his proposal and he had asked her again and again, but he would not ask her forever because he loved her. He loved her just as he had said he did, loved her since she was fourteen and would love her forever.
He loved her so much it was just like he had promised when she was sixteen.
If she chose to leave, he would not stop her.
Because he loved her, enough to let her choose where she was happy.
She began to run after him, as fast as she could even though she knew she was straining her muscles. She wanted to cry out to him, but she bit her lip hard, telling her that she would not use pity to force him to come back for her.
The crowd parted as she hurried forward, silent and watching, none of them seemingly willing to intrude. It was as if everyone understood that this was a battle she alone had to fight.
She was halfway to reaching him when her injured leg finally gave out, and she fell to the floor in a loud thud. Suddenly, what seemed like a short distance stretched endlessly before her, but she forced herself to get up.
The billionaire had turned into a corner, and this time the crowd was denser, civilians jostling for a chance to catch a glimpse of their favorite local celebrities. They did not seem to recognize the billionaire, which allowed him to move swiftly. They were just as indifferent to Serenity’s plight, forcing her to suffer people pushing her in all directions and stepping heavily on her toes.
But still she forced herself to move, ignoring the pain that raped her body, from her leg and all the way up to her spine. She went after him, crying and begging God in her mind to let her reach him.
Please God, please…
Oh, how she would beg for him to stay with her forever!
She just needed this one last chance for Willem to come back so she could tell him she understood everything now.
Please God…
Please…
Please…
But it was as if she had been too cruel in her desire for vengeance.
No matter what she did, he was only getting further away and away.
In the distance, she saw the billionaire waylaid by an acquaintance, and hope flared anew. She was going to catch him now, Serenity thought feverishly. She forced her leg to work double time, and ill-used muscles and tendons began to strain, stretch—
She was just about to reach him, her fingers almost grazing the billionaire’s back—
