The Billionaire Who Saved Me

An article caught Farrah’s attention that morning. As she slowly opened her eyes and shook off the remnants of her deep slumber, a headline on her phone’s alert stopped her in her tracks.

Originally, Farrah had intended to start her day right away. A little exercise followed by a leisurely breakfast. But because of that one name, her routine would have to wait.

It was the name Morales that caught Farrah’s attention. It forced her to open the message immediately and read the news. An article about an accident that had befallen the heir to the conglomerate family that owned the largest coal mining company in Oceana.

Farrah was stunned. When she finished reading the entire article, her hand slowly dropped, accompanied by a furrow in her forehead. It wouldn’t be surprising if a thought popped into her head and a name came to mind.

Ariel?

The sound of the bathroom door interrupted Farrah’s train of thought. She turned to find her husband, who had just finished showering. She quickly put down her phone and approached Kurt.

“Is everything ready?” Farrah asked casually. “Are you really going back to Crestdale this morning?”

Kurt nodded indifferently and walked past Farrah, heading straight for the locker room. It was then that Farrah realized that this time Kurt really disagreed with her.

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So, when Kurt invited her to go home with him, Farrah of course refused. And now Farrah wouldn’t be surprised at all if Kurt’s behavior seemed different than usual.

Farrah sighed lazily and shook her head briefly as she followed Kurt. Instead of entering, Farrah just stood at the threshold, leaning against the door frame with her hands clasped across her chest.

“Don’t act like this, Kurt. Isn’t it too late for you to stop me?”

Kurt’s hand, which was about to grab a shirt from the closet, stopped immediately. He turned to look at his wife, his expression one of disbelief.

“Too late?”

Kurt dramatically closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe that Farrah could argue with him so calmly.

There was no need to hide it; Kurt’s purpose in returning to Crestdale was to subtly persuade Farrah to abandon all the plans she had made. He wanted to stop his wife’s actions against the Garrett family. Farrah had been acting irrationally enough all along. Daphne’s death had clearly been a wake-up call for Kurt.

Even Farrah didn’t hesitate to hurt her own mother. So was there any guarantee that Farrah would not do such things in the future? The answer, of course, was none.

It all started with wealth. But no matter how much Farrah gained and accomplished, she would never be satisfied. Now Kurt was convinced that supporting and helping his wife all this time in the name of love and trying to make her happy was very wrong.

Farrah would never feel satisfied. She would never feel happy. She wouldn’t stop until everything was ruined and she had everything she wanted.

“I’m begging you, Farrah,” Kurt said, looking sadly at his wife. “Let’s end all this. Before it’s too late and we regret it.”

“Regret?” Farrah snorted with a sneer. As if Kurt’s plea was a joke to her. Then she shook her head. “I won’t stop. I will never stop until everything that should be mine is in my hands.”

“Farrah,” Kurt grumbled. “This wasn’t yours to begin with.”

Farrah simply replied to Kurt’s words.

“If that’s the case, it will all be mine in the end.”

Kurt felt desperate. Everything he said seemed meaningless in front of his wife; a woman blinded by wealth.

“Besides, I’m not just doing this for me, Kurt. I’m doing it for Ariel, too. In the end, Ariel will have everything I have. I want Ariel to have everything.”

“But does Ariel want that?”

Confidently, Farrah nodded. “Of course. Didn’t you see how determined Ariel was to get rid of the Garretts the other day?”

Kurt wouldn’t forget that. Ironically, the saying was about to prove true? That the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?

“That’s more than enough proof. That Ariel wants what I want.”

“No, Farrah,” Kurt rejected reality. “I’m begging you. Don’t let Ariel go too far.”

“Don’t talk as if you aren’t involved at all.”

This accusation hit Kurt hard. What Farrah had said was true. Whether he liked it or not, he had to admit it.

“I know. I’m involved too. But I want to stop, Farrah. Oh, God.”

Kurt winced. His hands rubbed his face roughly. A hint of tears formed in his eyes. Warmth and guilt.

“We killed Mama. We killed your own biological mother, Farrah.”

Farrah flinched at Kurt’s emotional words. Her face looked pained, regret burning in her eyes.

“We killed Papa. We killed your own sibling, Farrah. But how could we kill Mama?”

Kurt raked his hair. When he said that, his mind was at stake. He thought he would go crazy if flashes of the past kept swirling in his head.

“We made a woman a widow, Farrah. We made a child lose his parents. We destroyed our own family.”

Kurt’s remorse overflowed. He couldn’t hold it back. A single drop of guilt fell from his eyes and rolled down his aged cheeks.

A suffocating feeling arose, making the remorse that tormented him even stronger. It crushed him with various regrets that he could never shake off.

“How could we do all this?”

Farrah took a deep breath. There was bitterness, palpable. There. At the back of her throat. But soon the bitterness didn’t linger. Because Farrah immediately swallowed it down. Rejected it. Discarded it. She grinned.

“We can do this. Of course we can. If you could give me everything I want and if I could have it all,” Farrah said with a sarcastic expression. “I certainly wouldn’t do that, Kurt.”

“What else do you not have? I’ve already given everything I have. Oh God, Farrah. I beg you.”

A plea that was clearly futile. Kurt knew it too. That no matter what he said or did to stop Farrah, it would all be in vain. Farrah would never stop until everything the Morales family owned was in her hands. But he tried anyway.

“Stop all this.”

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