Society hierarchy: in love with the billionaire

NEVEA'S P. O. V.

I never thought I would ever see myself packing my clothes and leaving Kai's penthouse behind even though over the years I have seen signs that this day would come.

Two years into our relationship Kai had asked me to move in with him. At the time I was still working at the bar where he met me downtown .

Kai was a jealous type and joked about how he didn't want men looking at me every day in and out. I always thought I liked his protectiveness and jealousy. Which woman wouldn't? Especially when he makes provision for the alternative for you and doesn't command you around or forces you to do what he wants.

And I was foolishly in love. At the same time one week after moving into his enormously sleek penthouse, he had offered me a job as his personal assistant in his office.

As I tossed my clothes into my bag set on top of our queen sized bed, hands trembling, tears cascading my cheeks, I thought about how sweet and pure our relationship had been since the beginning, before Claire appeared and started working in his company.

I remember how Kai used to make me wait behind during late hours so we could have sex on his desk. And how he would usher me into his bathroom to fuck me over the sink after a hard day conference meeting. I remember how he would ask me to cancel all of his meetings just so he could take me to a surprise date which he has planned with his close friend, Ivar.

Until Claire came along

And apparently, he had liked he long before he met me but never pursued a relationship with her and now I'm the one getting hurt.

I reach to touch the bruises his hand had left around my neck and more tears falls down my eyes. I couldn't believe Kai would ever lay his hands on me, in my own rights.

Just then, my phone started to ring and I checked to see that it's Ivar. I know he is aware of what happened today so is he calling to lecture me too?

"Nevea do not make a rash decision and just let Kai fix this." His voice is raspy and I can tell that he is driving.

I was infuriated by his comment.

"Fix this? How can he fix this, Ivar? He cancelled our engagement party for another woman without thinking twice! I have given Kai more chances than he deserves. I'm done."

Tossing in the last of my clothes, I pull the bag out and drove off.

Two years of moving in with Kai, I didn't have my personal apartment to move into so I drove down to my parents apartment.

My dad opened the door at the first ring and embraced me upon seeing me. They didn't need to ask me any questions as I quietly slipped into my old room.

Dragging my luggage up the stairs felt like a different kind of pain and the sight of my old room cut deeper. It has been years since I last slept in here. I'd started living in my own after I started working at the bar. But thankfully my parents kept cleaning up the room so it looked tidy as I walked in.

I didn't have the energy to unpack right now so I dump my bag at the first spot I could before dragging myself into my bathroom. I must have spent an eternity under the shower, lost in my own thoughts.

I suddenly felt cold even when it was the middle of summer. Once fully dressed in my old pyjamas, I climbed my bed but before I could hit my pillow, my phone dinged of a text message and I checked to see that it's from Kai.

"Baby please can we talk?"

There is absolutely nothing to talk about, I thought but before I could put the phone down, it started ringing. I laid back, trying to ignore it, shutting my eyes close and hoping to sleep off. But he kept calling, my phone ringing after ringing.

Frustratedly, I pick it up.

"Nevea I just got home and....and you're fucking gone! Please let's talk about this...."

"There's nothing left to talk about, Kai. I told you before you left, it's over. I'm done."

"Nevea please could you just try to understand me for once. This is what you do every time, you never try to see things from my own side..."

"Let me guess, you did what you did for the betterment and interest of the company?" I cut him off.

"Nevea..... You know how things works in the society family, in my family!"

"Kai! When are you going to stop for a moment and realize that I am supposed to matter to you as much as that society matters to you! You play with my feelings any chance you get, Kai. You go running to Claire every time even when it hurts me! You know that Claire only fakes injuries like that just to get you away from me and closer to her and yet you fall for her tricks every time, even today, our special day! How am I supposed to move from that?"

"You're not listening to me, Nevea. You don't understand that as the first Celestial son of the society, it is my duty to make sure that the company is running smoothly and it means putting everything in line."

"So you don't feel sorry that you cancelled our engagement? We spent the entire last year planning our engagement, Kai! My parents even came with presents as well as many other people and they were all there and you stood me up!"

"I am sorry, Nevea and you have every right to be angry, to hate me even but I just wanna see you and have a talk with you please."

"Talk about what? To give me one of your excuses? I'm done hearing your excuses Kai..."

“It's not an excuse! I just need a moment to explain everything. I thought you’d understand my position of being the CEO of that company and also the first society son. This isn’t just about us.”

“Right. Because your responsibilities are clearly more important than our relationship. I get it, Kai. But that doesn’t change how I feel.”

He sighed, and I could hear the frustration in his breath.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted to do what was best for the Society. You know I care about you, don’t you?”

“Do I? Because it sure doesn’t feel that way. You keep saying you care, but your actions tell a different story."

Kai continued to argue endlessly about his responsibility , leaving me to wonder why I was even putting up with all he had to say. He was treating me like I didn't know what it takes to run a company, to be the first son of a strong society of power and hierarchy.

So I ended the call and switched off my phone as he wouldn't stop calling.