Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 47: You should take responsibility

>Mallory

"What?" I shot up from my seat so fast the cushion shifted under me. I stared at him, completely taken aback by what he just said. This man never fails to surprise me—always in the most unpredictable, nerve-wracking ways. And right now? I really, really don’t like where this is going.

"Why would I meet your cousin?" I asked with a forced laugh, hoping he’d grin and say he was joking.

But he didn’t.

"Why not? I’m going to take you away from your husband soon," he replied, like I was the one speaking nonsense. "He’ll arrive in a few minutes." The smile he gave after was full of excitement, like he was waiting for a fun event to start.

My heart sank. I stood up right away and pulled Asher firmly into my arms. Every word coming out of his mouth felt wrong. Completely wrong. I’m a married woman for crying out loud. I came here because someone was following me—I was trying to keep my son safe. I didn’t sign up for some strange family gathering with a man who isn’t my husband.

"Let’s go," I murmured to my son, shifting him on my hip.

Kaizer moved fast, stepping in front of us as if blocking the way. "Where are you going?" he asked, brows pulling down.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and met his eyes without flinching.

"Look," I said softly but firmly, "I appreciate you helping us. Really. But this isn’t right. I’m a married woman."

He paused. Then he let out a long sigh, shoulders lowering as if the fight left his body. His hand lifted, and he gently stroked Asher’s cheek, his expression softening in a way that made me loosen my grip just a bit.

"It can’t be helped then," he said.

Relief washed over me like warm water. My spine finally relaxed. Things could have gotten messy—dangerous, even—in this kind of situation. Thank God he understood. I gave him a small smile and reached out to gently pat his arm, trying to ease the sad look on his face.

"I’ll visit the mansion soon to talk to Mara," I told him. "When we see each other again, I’ll thank you properly."

"I see," he replied quietly. But then, out of nowhere, he straightened, puffed his chest, and declared, "Well, It’s not like I’m giving up!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

I almost groaned. Seriously?

How does this man’s brain work? If this conversation keeps going, I’m going to lose what’s left of my sanity.

"Then I’ll take you to the other exit," he said, shifting back to his serious tone. "I’ll tell the driver to park your car there for safety."

I nodded. He finally stepped out of his office, and we walked down the same long marbled hallway. Our footsteps echoed softly, mine uneven because Asher was squirming in my arms. But instead of leading me to the main exit, Kaizer stopped at another door and pushed it open.

Inside was a small room with a sleek, hidden elevator tucked against the wall.

I couldn’t help it—I stared as he scanned his fingerprint to unlock it. The door beeped quietly before sliding open.

No wonder no one has figured out who he really is. Two separate entrances and exits... everything tied to his fingerprint... even the food earlier was delivered in such a discreet way I barely noticed the person. He must love his privacy so much that he built his whole life around staying hidden.

"Let’s go," he said, tilting his head for me to go inside first.

I stepped into the elevator, shifting Asher to my other arm. There were only two buttons—up and down. Nothing else.

Kaizer entered after me and pressed the down button. The elevator jerked slightly before humming downward. The ride felt longer than it probably was, my nerves buzzing the whole way.

When the doors slid open, we stepped into a completely different parking lot—quiet, dimmer, almost underground-looking. A man in a suit was already standing by my car, hands behind his back like he’d been waiting for us.

Kaizer took the keys from him and handed them to me. "I doubt you want me to drive you home," he said. "So this is how far I’ll go."

He opened the car door for me, stepping aside.

"Yeah... thank you again," I said sincerely before getting in. The seat felt cold from the air inside. I buckled Asher in, making sure the straps were snug, then looked at Kaizer one last time and gave a small nod before closing the door.

I started the car, the engine vibrating softly under my hands, and drove forward. The dim basement slowly disappeared behind us, and then—almost blinding—the bright sunlight outside flooded the windshield. I squinted, letting my eyes adjust to the light, and took a slow breath.

I kept my hands tight on the wheel, maneuvering carefully as I tried to recognize the road. Every turn, every corner—I checked twice to make sure I wasn’t heading the wrong way. I wasn’t familiar with this place but I had a great memory, as long as I can recognize some place I’ll be able to find my way.

The last thing I needed was to get lost after everything that happened. It was meant to be a relaxing day to take off my mind from everything but a lot happened.

I can’t help but sigh when I think about it. I’ll just go home then, I’ll have to face him anyway, I can’t keep running like this.

I slowed down a little more, scanning the area. Buildings, cars, people—nothing unusual at first, I actually started to recognize some. But then something shifted in the corner of my eye.

A familiar figure, something that was itched into my mind as far as I can remember.

She was standing near the front of the building we had exited earlier, her face half-hiding behind a concrete pillar. She looked nervous—biting her nails, glancing around like she was waiting for someone or afraid of being seen. My stomach twisted, and my brows knit together without me even thinking.

No... it can’t be— what is she doing here?

I eased the car into a slightly hidden parking spot behind a row of bushes, my pulse quickening as I glanced toward her. I turned to my son and held his little shoulders gently but firmly.

"Mommy will be quick. You stay here, okay?" I told him. His eyes were uncertain, full of worry, but after a few second of hesitation he finally nodded. I brushed his hair back, gave him a small smile, then opened the door.

I unbuckled fast and stepped out, shutting the door quietly so he wouldn’t get scared.

If I’m correct... this was the same area we passed before entering Kaizer’s building, I recognize some of the building while we were driving.

Could she really be here?

I moved toward her direction, my steps slow but determined. The moment her head turned and she saw me, her eyes widened—and she took off running, slipping into a narrow alley beside the building.

My heart jumped into my throat. I hurried after her, my footsteps echoing on the pavement. I had to confirm it was her. I had to know what she was doing in this place, of all places.

Was she following me? This can’t be a coincidence, right? If it is why would he run off like that? She of all people?

This doesn’t feel right.

The thought made a wave of anger surge through me. It was hot, sharp, and felt way too familiar.

And here I was thinking they finally left me alone. That maybe, for once, they were staying quiet because they had nothing else to use against me. But clearly, I was wrong. I need to know what they’re planning.

Eleina.

Whatever you’re doing, whatever you’re trying—

I will make sure it fails.

I won’t let your family destroy me again.

The alley grew darker as I went deeper, the walls closing in, the air turned coolder. I slowed down, keeping my breathing steady as I looked around me for a sign of her. I needed to stay alert.

Then I caught a glimpse of her—her hair, the shape of her shoulders—as she turned sharply to the right. I opened my mouth, ready to call her name—

But before I could make a sound, a hand seized my arm and yanked me backward with force.

I stumbled, my face colliding with a hard chest. The impact knocked a small gasp out of me. Strong arms steadied me before I could fall, and the familiar scent around me made my heartbeat spike for an entirely different reason.

My husband.

I lifted my head to look at him, and his cold eyes met mine.

"I thought you left..." he whispered, his voice low and deep, the kind of tone that made the hairs on my neck stand up. His jaw tightened as he stared down at me, a flicker of relief–I’m not exactly sure but it was something like that– flashed in his face.

"You should really start taking responsibility for what you’ve done."