Love For Sale

BENEDYKTA

All my choices have always been monitored by society, and whatever I did didn't shy away from the media.

Being the oldest kid of the Rebels made my life only difficult.

As the only girl in the family, I've always vowed to work hard and prove that I was capable of handling the company better than my brothers.

Let's just say that I wanted to be the first choice.

In the family, nothing really gets handed to you, especially with my grandfather around; he's probably the one guy you need to impress, and I plan on doing that.

There was a knock on the door, and I sighed deeply, keeping my gaze on the work I was typing.

"Come in."

A few seconds later, Monica walked in holding a few folders in her hands as she slowly made her way towards me.

I adjusted my reading glasses.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

I hated being disturbed while I was working.

My personal assistant looked timid, and it makes me wonder what I saw in her the day I chose to hire her.

She placed the documents on the table.

"Ma'am, these are documents about the upcoming meetings you have this week," she mumbled softly.

I chuckled darkly, and I could see the fear on her face.

"Get out."

She swallowed hard and nodded eagerly, sprinting out of my office.

I narrowed my eyes at the documents and noticed that one of the papers was sticking out.

I pulled it out and began to read the letter, and halfway through it, my blood ran cold.

It was him.

I moved out of the chair, debating my next move.

He was back.

I ran my fingers through my hair and began thinking of how to get rid of him other than murdering him.

There was only one man on earth who had gotten under my skin and into my head.

Zane Gray.

Was he back in the city?

My mind kept reeling back to those memories, and I opened a drawer and took out some anxiety medication.

This was my only shame.

A secret I had vowed to take to the grave with me no matter what.

Zane and I have history.

We were childhood sweethearts, and most people thought we'd get married someday, and that almost happened because years later he proposed to me after my graduation.

The timid me back then instantly agreed and didn't pay attention to the warning signs.

Fuck, I was in love, and I'd do anything to be with him, to the extent of sabotaging my family's company.

I slumped in my chair tiredly as tears filled me.

My collected demeanor slowly fading away as I returned to the vulnerable girl on that horrible night.

We were going to get married, and yes, there had been rumors of Zane sleeping around with one of my friends, and that was the last straw for me.

That person shamelessly sent me their hotel room number and