Betrayed By Billions: A Love Rediscover

Chapter #2(Secret Dating)

My heart was pounding like a drum, echoing the fear that was coursing through my veins. "Mr. Henry," I implored, my voice barely above a whisper, "you must tell me if something has happened to him."

There was a pause at the other end of the line, a silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, amplifying the tension that hung in the air between us. "Miss Ella," he finally responded, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of something I couldn't quite identify, "Mr. Blackwood is... he's alright. But he has explicitly instructed me not to answer any calls or tell anyone where he is."

A wave of relief washed over me, but it was fleeting, quickly replaced by a gnawing worry that lodged itself in the pit of my stomach. "Mr. Henry," I pleaded, "I need to see him. It's important"

He hesitated, and I could almost hear the internal debate taking place in his mind, the weighing of the consequences of his next words. "Miss Ella," he began, his voice heavy with resignation, "Mr. Blackwood... he's not in a good state. He's been drinking since last night. He's holed up in a hotel and doesn't want to see anyone. I'm here with him."

A wave of anxiety washed over me, causing my heart to pound against my rib cage. "Mr. Henry," I managed to utter, my voice steady despite the fear that was threatening to consume me. "Could you please share your hotel's name or send me your location? I assure you, your secret is safe with me. Brody won't hear about this from me."

To my relief, Mr. Henry didn't require much convincing. He disclosed the name of his hotel. I thanked him, my mind already racing towards the next steps. As soon as the call ended, I quickly typed the hotel's name into my phone's GPS. The familiar voice of the navigation system filled the car, providing a sense of normalcy in the whirlwind of emotions I was experiencing.

I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The engine roared to life. "Brody, I'm on my way... I'm on my way," I whispered to myself. The city lights blurred past me as I navigated through the Brooklyn traffic.

Brody Blackwood, the lead vocalist of the band "Echo," is a name that echoes throughout the music industry. His fame isn't confined to America; it has spread globally. Brody is every woman's dream. His smoldering good looks combined with his undeniable talent make him incredibly attractive. He's the epitome of a heartthrob - hot, handsome, and utterly irresistible. His charm is magnetic, drawing people towards him like a moth to a flame.

However, Brody is more than just a handsome face. He's an extraordinarily talented musician, with a voice that can melt even the hardest of hearts. His songs, a harmonious blend of rock and roll, have repeatedly topped the charts, earning him a devoted fan base.

Brody also has a reputation for being somewhat of a rebel. His off-stage life is often filled with scandals that make headlines and stir controversy. Whether it's a raucous party or a public disagreement, Brody's exploits keep him in the public eye, reinforcing his rock star persona.

From the day I started working as Brody's PR coordinator, his magnetic personality had a profound effect on me. Despite my best efforts to maintain a professional distance, I found myself irresistibly drawn to him. Our interactions were frequent, often filled with laughter and deep conversations that went beyond our professional roles. That's when I discovered a different side to Brody, one that the world didn't see. He was a man of compassion, gentleness, consideration, and thoughtfulness - qualities that were often overshadowed by his public persona.

The realization that I was falling for him didn't come at a defining moment, but rather as a thrilling sensation that left my heart racing and my stomach in knots. It was akin to stepping off a cliff, terrifying yet exhilarating. I was completely smitten by him. And for the past three months, Brody and I had been in a secret relationship. Our romance was a whirlwind of stolen glances and shared moments, hidden from the prying eyes of the world.

Initially, our relationship was nothing short of perfect. We spent countless hours together, exploring new places, sharing our dreams, and creating beautiful memories. We exist in our little world, blissfully unaware of the world outside.

However, recently Brody's behavior began to change. He started acting out of character, we have been having problems and arguments. I wondered if his upcoming tour was stressing him out. Despite all this, I still cared for him. But I couldn't help but wonder - what was causing this change in Brody? Was it the pressure of his work, or was there something else that he wasn't telling me? The uncertainty was agonizing, but all I knew for sure was that I was falling hard, and I could only pray that he was feeling the same way.

The journey from Brooklyn to Riverdale was longer than usual. The relentless Brooklyn traffic added to the travel time, turning what should have been a quick drive into a two-hour ordeal. Despite the delay, I finally arrived at the Dominic Hotel.

I pulled my car into a parking spot directly across from the Dominic Hotel. The engine hummed to a stop and I took a moment to gather my thoughts, my hands still gripping the steering wheel. With a deep breath, I hopped out of the car, the cool city air brushing against my face.

The hotel stood tall and proud against the city skyline, its grandeur evident in its imposing facade. The exterior was a harmonious blend of modern architecture and classic elegance, with intricate designs adorning the stonework and large glass windows reflecting the city lights.

I stepped into the hotel lobby. The interior was luxurious and comfortable, with high ceilings, plush furnishings, and tasteful artwork. The soft glow from the chandeliers cast a warm light across the room, creating a welcoming atmosphere.

As I made my way to the reception desk, I took in the serene environment, the soft music playing in the background adding to the overall ambiance of the place. I approached the sleek reception desk. The receptionist, a young woman, greeted me with a polite smile. "Good evening, welcome to the Hotel Dominic. May I help you?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm looking for a guest, he checked in last night and his name is Brody. Could you please tell me his room number?"

" I apologize, but we can't share any information regarding our guests. It's our policy." She politely said, no to me. And I thought this was going to be like that. I put my acting skills to the test.

“ But I’m… I’m his wife.” I said and pointed my finger at her. “Look, I didn't come here traveling 12 hours from London to hear a 'no' from you. This is our sixth anniversary and I don't want to ruin it for you. Give me Brody's room number.” I demanded, and pregnancy hormones were screaming at this point

The receptionist looked at me for a moment, her expression was telling me that she was mortified by me. “Alright,” she said finally, “I’ll help you. Please wait a moment.”

The receptionist's fingers flew over the keyboard as she checked the hotel's guest list. After a moment, she looked up at me, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry, but we don't have any guests by that name," she said.

A cold dread seeped into my veins. "Are you sure? Could you please check again?" I asked, hoping against hope that there had been a mistake.

"I'm sorry, but there's no one by that name staying at our hotel," she reiterated, her tone sympathetic. I stepped away from the desk, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. "Did Mr. Henry lied to me?" I wondered aloud, the question hanging heavy in the air.

"Could there be a mistake? Could he have checked in under a different name? Please, can you check it under the name Elijah Junior Blackwood?" I asked, clutching at straws.

"Yes, Mr. Blackwood is staying in the presidential suite, which would be on the top floor. And do you want me to inform him that you are visiting him?," she replied. I was quick to answer back," NOPE!! It's a surprise," I gave her an awkward smile.

" Alright, Mr. Eddie will take you to the suite. I hope you enjoy your stay with us and happy anniversary." She said, and I felt guilty for lying to her. But you got to do what you got to do.

I expressed my gratitude to the receptionist and turned to see a middle-aged man, presumably Mr. Eddie, standing nearby. He was dressed in a crisp uniform. "Please follow me, Madam," he said, gesturing towards the elevators.

As we ascended to the top floor, I could feel a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach. The elevator doors opened to reveal a grand hallway leading to the presidential suite. Mr. Eddie led the way, his steps echoing in the silent corridor. The presidential suite was located at the end of the hallway, its double doors more imposing than any I had seen before.

Mr. Eddie swiped his key card, and the door unlocked with a soft click. He pushed them open, revealing the suite. It was a spacious room, elegantly furnished and bathed in soft, warm light. Despite its luxury, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

"Here we are, Madam," Mr. Eddie announced, stepping aside to let me enter. "I hope you enjoy your stay."

With a nod of thanks, I stepped into the suite. As the door closed behind me, I was acutely aware of the silence in the room. The reality of the situation was sinking in. I heard faint voices coming from the direction of the bedroom. The sound sent a jolt of anxiety through me, adding to the tension that was already building up. I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts, before cautiously making my way towards the bedroom.