HE BELONGS TO THE BILLIONAIRESS

CHAPTER 3*BURNT MEMORIES*

||*KIMORA*||

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The thoughts and noise going on in my head drowned out the loud background music of the bar, I frequent.

After driving out of Williams' place, my plan was to go home and just forget about everything I saw or heard, but who was I kidding?

I am a hopeless romantic who gets emotional when heart broken, no matter how strong I am, how well I deal with pain, this was just too much for me.

Two years of dedication gone with the winds, like it never even happened, the memories of the times we had together.

Our moments in Paris, when we toured Italy, the photo albums at home. Would I go back to all that again and have to burn it? Just like I did with Clement three years ago.

Perhaps I am not destined to find love or a soulmate, because I see many people having this easier, I see couples on the internet every day. Some with their childhood friend, others with the ones they claim as their soulmate.

They all live this beautiful love life that I crave for but seems impossible for me to have, perhaps my dire need for love and affection is pushing me to the extreme end.

I sniffed as I down another glass of Bourbon, and I hear Harriet sigh from behind the counter.

"That's more that enough glass for tonight Shanta, pack it up and go home. How long would you continue to wallow because of that shithead?"

Years of frequenting this bar and Harriet had become like a sister to me, the one my parents never thought of giving me before packing their things and leaving me in this word all to myself.

Losing them had been the most devastating thing that ever happened to me, and ever since I craved love and affection from anywhere possible.

When I finally came of age to have a boyfriend, I thought my first boyfriend would be my Mr.Right, boy was I wrong.

Apparently my seventeen-year-old self was too naïve to understand how love and relationships work, I gave whenever he asked, because I could afford it.

And when he finally got the chance to deflower me, that was the end of whatever relationship we had.

I clung on to the next guy that showed me sympathy and the circle continued, some I was lucky enough to find out their true intentions before we had s*x, others I was not so lucky.

And even now, at twenty-eight, I can't believe I made the same mistake again, thinking William was the one for me, without knowing I was repeating the same circle of getting used, just because they know I am Kimora Reynolds, the youngest billionairess heir in the world.

Even though I don't flaunt my wealth, I try to hide my true identity. I only give myself away to people I can trust and over the years my uncle has made sure none of the news outlets, magazines or tabloids have my real identity.

The world only knows my name but can't put a face to it, except for the men I have dated, I open up to them, invite them into my shallow world and I get nothing but emptiness in return. Now I fully understand the saying that wealth doesn't buy happiness, it's impossible.

"I am done crying over spilt milk Harriet, I am just reminiscing about my life and how pathetic it is. You know it's funny how no amount of money can buy you genuine happiness or true love. This life is weird, those who genuinely need wealth don't have it and those who want happiness in simple things can't even get it."

Harriet, throws a glance at me as she poured a glass for the customer that just joined the bar and I downed the seventh glass of Bourbon.

"For some of us, money can buy happiness. I'll be the luckiest and happiest girl on earth right now if I have that exact amount to pay my bills, and also for my father's medical bill. But it's a wish that can never really happen, so maybe I agree with your last statement." The ginger bartender says in her British accent and I smiled sadly.

"How long would that happiness last, though?" I question and Harriet sighed, as she cleaned the newly washed glasses, arranging them on the counter carefully.

"Who knows, but for a moment there it would take away the pain of not having enough." Harriet responds, and I nod, pushing my empty glasses to her, and she shakes her head.

"No Shanta, that's enough. If you take more, how do you intend to get back home?" Harriet says, and I smiled tipsy at her, tilting my head to the side as I rest it on my propped elbow.

"Two more glasses and I'll call it a day, I just need enough to send me to sleep, please best friend."

I leaned forward with, spotting a pitiful pout and Harriets shakes her head before pouring me two more glasses and I sighed.

Sometimes I wonder if she would remain my friends all this time if she knows who I am. If she knows me as Kimora Reynolds, would she still have this genuine friendship with me or would she have also tried to use me?

I guess I'll never know the answer to the question. I push my head back, gulping down the first glass and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I knew you would be here Kim, please need to talk." That voice caused disrupt in my stomach and I feel the content of my stomach rising to my throat.

"Get your hands off me, Williams." I say, as calmly as I could but he didn't listen.

"Please Kim, what happened was a mistake. I am sorry, I really, really love you. Nesha and her father were blackmailing me, please you are the one I want to be with. Please forgive me."

Anger was an understatement for what I felt as his voice seeped through my ears. Hearing him, he loved me, after two years just because he thinks he would lose on both ends. The thought burned me with rage and I stood up from the bar stool.

I didn't even bother to waste my voice on him as I put a slight space between us; I grabbed his hands from his palm, still resting on my shoulder.

I pushed my bottom into his hips, bending over slightly, and I pulled his arm forward, throwing him off balance as I flipped him over my shoulders and I let the ground knock the wind out of him.

A collective gasp and oohs chorused round the customers sitting at the bar as William's body contacted the ground and the bastard groaned out in agony.

I crouch next to William and I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling his upper body up while he still let out pained groans.

"The next time you come as close as ten feet near me, I'll make sure you never walk again in your life. I might be a foolish, hopeless romantic, but helpless or fragile is far from what I am. Disgusting wimp."

I spat at his face, standing up, and I throw a hard kick at his balls before going back to the bar counter to finish my last glass.

Harriet stared at me with her mouth wide opened and I offered her lopsided small before placing some cash on the table and I waved at her and the men staring at me at the bar as I walked out.

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||*FIVE DAYS LATER*||

My back ached as I crouch to pick up the last box, filled with William's remaining items in my house and our photo album from our second year anniversary.

Five days since the not so ceremonial break up and all I've done is drown myself in alcohol, sleep, wake up and then pick out his things carefully so I wouldn't miss any and burn them afterwards.

I can conclude that this has been the most stressful five days for me this year, the physical and emotional stress was more than what I bargained for.

Others may perceive me as weak, but I don't think anyone would act differently if they find themselves in the same situation as me right now.

Two years of what I thought was the best relationship ever ends up with nothing but a broken heart and shattered memories.

How am I supposed to just be okay after a few days? When almost everything in this house reminds me of him and the times we had together.

All my sheets still smell like him despite the washing it several times, I had to order new sets yesterday because going to sleep in his scent brought tears to my eyes knowing I can't have that anymore.

As I walked down the spiral stairs, I placed the box on my coffee table in the living room and I grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table.

I remember drinking from it last night before going to sleep and now I am back at it. My eyes caught a framed picture of Williams and me during our boat cruise, and I picked it up.

Laughing sadly as my mind raced back to that night, he had asked me what my dream proposal and wedding was and I replied, telling him it doesn't matter to me as long as I am with the person I love.

He had promised to make both a memorable day, and I believed him without knowing he was selling lies to me. Lies that gave me hope, comfort and peace.

I took a large gulp from the vodka bottle and I let the frame drop from my hand to the ground as I leaned against the legs of the couch.

I continued to take several gulps from the bottle until I pulled out my phone from my pocket and dialed the number of the only family member I have left.

[Hello, Uncle.]

I sniffed, as the dial tone stops, and a beep follows as Uncle Wyatt picks up the phone.

[Are you crying, what happened?]

My uncle responds with worry lacing his voice, and I sobbed, I wasn't crying before but hearing him ask that question somehow gave me the reason to.

[I want to come back home, uncle. I am tired of giving my all and get nothing in return. No one loves me, everyone only gets close to me because of my money. I am tired.]

I cried, heartbroken, and uncle Wyatt sighed.

[I told you to come back home three years ago, you refused, even now, I know you would hit the club once this call ends and in the next few days you'll bag another handsome young heir. Anyway, if nobody loves you, I love you as much as your parents did before they died. Who was it this time? Did he cheat?]

There is no way I am going back from my words this time. I just can't, I am tired of London and their boys. Even if I haven't met a quarter of them, the ones I have met are no good. I am just tired of men.

Perhaps if I go back home and drown in office work, I can finally concentrate on myself and not make the same mistake again.

[I'll tell you when I get back to Phoenix, uncle. I am tired, why is it so hard to find true love?]

[Perhaps you're looking in the wrong places and for the wrong reasons. Come home Kimora, the company needs you. I also need to retire.]

Uncle Wyatt says, and I sigh, nodding.

[I can't come immediately, I need to sort myself and get rid of this negativity, but I would come uncle. I will this time.]

I tell my uncle and I hear him sigh.

[Please be good and no alcohol. No alcohol Shanta, your parents won't approve that.]

Uncle Wyatt says and I nod, setting outside the vodka bottle in my hand.

He shares a few words of encouragement with before hanging up and I sighed. I take a minute to get over myself and I stand, picking up the box and frame and I walk to the back of the house to burn the last memories I have of William and never to have anything to do with him again.

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