Billionaire Happy After

She looked

Even though I had set a Google Alert for her name, I hadn't expected anything else to pop up about Reil

Except midway through my i********: the stalking of people I didn't talk to anymore, her name and the link to an article appeared on my screen. I clicked on it and waited for it to load, but as I did, a message flashed across the top of my screen.

ATT Free Msg, it said. Your data usage has reached 3GB this month. This is 50% of your total data. You can use Wi-Fi to help avoid reduced speeds.

Shit. It was only the start of the second week of the month and I still had the rest of the road trip to get through. I quickly went into settings and flipped the switch for my Mobile Data to 'Off'.

"Can we stop at Starbucks or something?" I asked, glancing up at Christian . "I need to search something." His eyes didn't move from the road, and I would've believed he hadn't heard me except that would be impossible since while there was music playing, it wasn't loud enough to prevent him from hearing me.

I coughed. "Not all of us have unlimited data plans."

He sighed. "There's Wi-Fi on the RV."

"The RV came with Wi-Fi?" Damn. How had I not noticed that?

Christian shook his head. "I took a portable hotspot from my Dad."

Right. Son of a technology giant and all that. "Is it okay if I use it?" I asked, biting my lip.

Asking people for their Wi-Fi was the awkwardest thing in the world.

At least to me it was.

Christian shrugged. "Go ahead."

I click on the Wi-Fi section in settings and a single network came up, called J-Windst. Probably Christian's . Unfortunately it was locked. "Um, what's the pass?"

"Pachelbel."

"Pacehlbel?" I repeated. Wasn't that a composer?

He shook his head. "It's was a joke between my Dad, Kamila and I when we were younger."

"Kamila ?" I asked curiously.

His jaw set. "My sister."

"I didn't know you had a sister." I mean, I had seen his Wikipedia page, but I had kinda just skipped the family part.

His lips curled into a slight sneer. "Unless you mean in the physical sense, I wouldn't say we've done much getting to know each other."

Oh yeah.

Christian Harvey was an asshole.

I really needed to remember that.

I entered the pass code and waited for the connection to process. Once it did, I opened safari to the article. Then winced. There was no way I'd be able to read the tiny print with all the cracks running through the screen. I'd need my laptop. I unhooked my seat belt then turned in my seat to crawl over the center console.

"What the hell are you doing?" Christian demanded as I reached for my backpack.

"Getting my laptop," I replied over my shoulder. I dropped my phone into the cup holder so I could use both hands to undo the zipper.

"I can't see anything except your ass in the rear view mirror."

I told myself the blood that flooded my cheeks was from handing upside down too long. "Just give me a minute!" I yanked the case free from my bag then settled back into my seat, winding the seat belt around me and clicking it into place.

"What the hell happened to your phone?" Christian asked, glancing down at it quickly before returning his eyes to the road.

I grabbed it and shoved it in the pocket of my hoodie, rubbing over the peeling screen protector I had put in to keep from cutting my fingers on the broken glass defensively. "Some asshole hit me with a car and it shattered when it hit the ground."

"Why haven't you gotten it fixed?"

I shrugged. "Haven't gotten around to it."

I had mentioned it to Mom, but she had just said to use it for now and that she would replace it later. Which was pretty weird, since her and Dad were always lecturing me about how bad my phone was for my eyes and looking through cracks definitely couldn't be very good on them.

Christian fell silent after that, so I pulled my laptop out of the case and booted it up. After connecting it to the Internet, I opened Google and typed in 'Reil' The article Google had alerted me about was the first link to pop up. It talked about how much of a change she had gone through, since someone had uploaded a photo of her a week or two before her death.

I scrolled down and nearly dropped my laptop in shock.

The girl in the picture, Reil, who looked nothing like she had before, I had seen her.

It was about a month before the fire. Lucas and I were at the mall, since he needed a new pair of jeans and I had decided to tag along. It had been quick, in the middle of a crowded food court while Lucas was in the bathroom, making some kind of important call he needed quiet for.

I was leaning against a pole, scrolling through my phone when someone grabbed my arm. I looked up to see a girl who looked a couple years older than me standing in front of me.

She looked like a wreck.

Her hair was long and obviously dyed dark, hanging down in stringy waves and her make-up was smudged. And as mean as it might've been to think this, she looked a little like she belonged on a street corner more than here with her bloodshot eyes, towering heels, shorts that looked like they had been sawed in half and her unnaturally large boobs stretching a tiny scrap of material that could barely pass for a bandeau, much less a shirt.

"You're her, aren't you?" she asked.

I blinked. "What?"

I was trying to remember if I had seen her before. She looked a little familiar, but if I had met her before, I would've remember, I was sure of that.

"Georgia Benjamin ," she spat my name out like it was acid burning her tongue.

"Yeah," I said slowly. "Who are you?" And what the hell did you want? Even if she had somehow found me through a friend, I couldn't think of any reason for her, or anyone, to see me out. I didn't have any special talents or information.

"You're dating a monster."

What the hell? Did she mean Lucas? "What?"

"You think you're special, but you're next," she continued, ignoring me.

"I think you have the wrong person," I told her. I tried to back away from her, but her grip on my arm tightened to an almost painful point. I yanked at my arm. "Let go of me."

She didn't listen, instead her long nails dug deeper into my skin. "I believed him too, you know," she hissed. "And look what happened to me."

"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about," I said. "Clearly you have the wrong person."

"I saw you with him." Her nails sunk in deeper to the point where I was surprised she didn't draw blood. "You'll end up like me too." Her eyes became unfocused and I took the opportunity to yank my arm from her grasp, wincing at the bright red semicircles and long scratches she left behind.