Tamed by the Vengeful Billionaire

CHAPTER 1

EMERALD SANDOVAL

[YOU WILL KNOW NO PEACE, and I will ensure that. I'll make your life a living hell. I promise.]

I scrutinize the text word for word to ensure my eyes aren't deceiving me. However, one thing is constant each time I read it: the voice. I can feel her yelling in my head. Lindsey, that's her name-I learned.

Her last name is Hayes, but I can call her Trouble since Drama Queen sounds cliché. That, and the fact that I'd be crowning her something. The word queen doesn't quite fit her. She's pretty, yes, and must come from one of the most affluent families in the city, but why is she hell-bent on making my life a living hell? Hasn't she done enough already in a single day?

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Six hours earlier.

"You're the greatest," Alicia squeals excitedly on the other side of the call, barely seconds after relaying the news about my minor achievement.

"It's not a big deal, Alicia. Besides, I've won it three times in a row. I'm kind of used to it," I tell her, earning a round of scolding.

"Emerald Sandoval, are you kidding me? Winning employee of the month back-to-back, in one of the biggest hotels in New York! We're talking about The Galaxy. That, my friend, isn't something you can refer to as a minor achievement. Girl, take time and appreciate yourself."

Well, well. That's Alicia for you. She can be your brother, sister, mother, father, best friend, or even your therapist. Right now, I'm not sure which role she's playing, because I swear she sounds just like my mother...or father...whatever. The important aspect is that she's the most supportive friend I have ever had.

If I'm being fair to myself, she has a point. I have been working my ass off ever since I got this job seven months ago. In that period, I don't think anyone has taken more extra shifts than I have. I need to make more money than a typical waitress, which means there's so much to be done.

"Emerald, your lunch break is over." Cecilia walks into the break room, where most of the workers take turns to grab something to eat.

"Your tables won't attend themselves." She adds.

Fifteen minutes have never felt like two seconds, especially when I've spent most of it yapping with my best friend on the phone.

However, complaints won't get me anywhere either. The chief of staff has always been strict about time management. Winning employee of the month back-to-back doesn't put me above the rules.

"I have to go, Alicia. Duty calls," I say in a hushed tone, just as Cecilia's back disappears. If she came to fetch me for the second time, I would be in trouble. It wouldn't matter how many times I've won the employee of the month. Work does continue around here.

I walk to one of my tables wearing a smile, as it is my obligation. Cecilia believes that frowns scare patrons away. If she catches so much as a wisp of it, there is no telling what ‌repercussions might follow.

"Good afternoon, sir...ma'am." I greet the middle-aged patrons before me. The man places his hand on the woman's and smiles. The woman giggles in response. I can feel their connection.

I would tell them to get a room, but they're probably going to do so after this. They are seated on either side of the table. The woman has a bright smile, and if I knew her well, I'd tell her she's glowing.

They remind me so much of my parents. The love, care, and affection they portray have been constant for as long as I've lived. I can sternly call them my role models. That's how love is supposed to be, isn't it?

The only difference is that they can't afford lunch at this luxurious hotel. Yet.

The keyword is yet. If being ambitious could send someone to the grave, I would be long gone. I have dreams. Big dreams. When I set foot in this hotel months ago, I had promised to do my best. I remember the sudden desire to afford this place...

"Are you going to serve our orders anytime this year?" The man's voice snaps me from my thoughts.

Jesus Christ.

How long had I zoned out? Have I been staring at them all this time? Did they give their orders? What is wrong with me today?

If you want a day off in the middle of the week, you can have it, but don't ever come back. Cecilia's voice plays in my head. It's what she says whenever she finds someone slacking at work, and that's what I just did. Part of Cecilia's job is to drill us on maintaining the status of the hotel.

The man, especially, isn't happy that he has to repeat his order, which I quickly take down to avoid another mistake. I could get fired if he attempted to raise his voice in complaint.

I serve them just as quickly.

"Enjoy your meal, sir...ma'am." I bow my head slightly and turn to leave.

"Excuse me, the woman calls out when I have barely taken two steps.

"Can I have some chicken soup?" She requests and then turns to her man. "They have the best."

Right away.

A few minutes later, I'm approaching the couple's table with a bowl of soup when a hand suddenly grabs my wrist with so much force that the nails almost dig into the inner layers of my skin. I barely manage to steady myself, but adjust quickly before I look up to a pair of blue eyes, projecting fury.

What the hell? I snarl inwardly, because if the words got out, I would lose my job in a second.

"You moron!" The woman screeches, her voice loud enough to attract the attention of patrons at closer tables.

Before I know it, the bowl of soup in my hand is emptied on my apron by the bizarre woman. The shatter of the bowl against the marble floor startles me out of my momentary shock. I grab a napkin from the nearest table and dab it at my chest, wincing as the liquid scalds me despite my desperate attempts to stop it. Things happen so fast before my mind can process any of it.

I gasp, staring down at my spicy apron and then back at the furious woman. I didn't see this coming.

"Who are you and-" I don't get to complete the statement since I have to stop the slap coming my way. I grab her wrist before her palm comes into contact with my cheek. There are sudden gasps in the air. Our little fiasco has attracted a horde of people.

"Are you going to pretend you don't know who I am?" Yells the woman. "Yet you're the bitch trying to wreck my home."

I squint at her, not understanding a word.

This must be a mistake. What are the chances I just received insults on behalf of someone else?

"Home?" I ask, letting go of her hand, but still cautious, in case she unleashes another attack.

"Gabriel. Remember him? The man you've been trying to seduce for months?" She says with ‌obvious spite in her voice.

EMERALD

Gabriel?

My mind goes blank for a few seconds, and then I try to gauge the implications of the woman. I only know of one Gabriel. Could he be the same one this dramatic woman is talking about? She just said, home.

If it's what I'm thinking... Is she... Gabriel's girlfriend? Wife? Fiancée?

Whatever it is, it's not Platonic, and so is my relationship with Gabriel. We've been dating for months. My heart sinks as I process the whole situation, the realization kicking in.

I take a step back, as if that would help my crushing heart. Is this really happening? What are the odds Gabriel played us both? Who's the side piece?

"What is going on?" Cecilia's voice snaps me back to the present.

"Ask this home–wrecking bitch," the woman quickly jumps in, pointing a finger at me.

"Excuse me?" I snap. Uh, ma'am. You're the one with the vendetta to burn my skin. I didn't even know of your existence until five seconds ago.

"Emerald," Cecilia holds up a hand.

"I need to speak to the manager. If you don't fire this woman, I'm going to sue the hotel," the woman passes the threat.

For the first time, I get to fully scan her. She looks like someone in my age group. Her blond, wavy hair falls perfectly on her back. Her make-up is impeccable. You can't miss the highlight of her red lipstick. She's classy, in a red dress that looks like it cost three times my monthly salary or more. The black handbag hanging in her left hand must be from one of the most expensive brands. Her looks explain it all. She's definitely capable of suing this hotel.

I look down, at myself. At the uniform I have on. The chicken soup makes the apron hideous.

Was Gabriel really playing us both? What was his angle exactly?

"We can deal with this privately," says Cecilia, trying to handle the situation calmly and maturely.

Almost half an hour later, the hotel is calm and back to its normal activities. She wouldn't be Cecilia if she weren't perfect at what she does. The next thing I know, I'm being summoned to Cecilia's office.

She's alone when I walk in. I want to say thank God, since that trouble-making woman left, but the look on Cecilia's face tells me there's nothing to be relieved about. My thoughts are confirmed by the dreadful words that follow.

"I'm so sorry, Emerald," she says with a fallen expression.

Of course, she is.

She's obviously not sorry for the chicken soup that was poured on me.

"I will write a very good recommendation for you. Your experience at The Galaxy will help," she coaxes.

"Aren't you going to ask for my side of the story?"

"Do I have to?" She raises her brows.

Seems a decision has been made. No amount of talking would revoke it, as unfair as this sounds.

"Why am I being fired for something that isn't my fault?" I still ask.

Gabriel is the asshole here. I thought we were in love. I even envisioned our relationship ending up like my parents'. But again, who would care about a waitress's love life, right?

"Lindsey Hayes barked all sorts of threats. She comes from a very powerful family, Emerald. The CEO will be brutal. Which is why, after Lindsey gave him a call, I told him I would deal with you myself."

"You mean fire me yourself," I snort.

She sighs...

Right. There goes my dream of making my parents afford the services of this luxurious hotel.

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I RARELY STAY at home in the afternoons. I'm always busy. When I'm not at work, I'm helping my parents at the floral shop, or out with Alicia, or with Gabriel.

Gabriel.

Did I even mean anything to him? Was any of it real?

There's no way a rich woman would come out of nowhere and cause trouble with a simple waitress if it wasn't serious. And I'm the one wrecking her home? Just great.

Now I have plenty of time to stay at home. I close the door to my room right before I tiredly slump into bed and sigh. My mind replays everything that just happened. I lost my job at the snap of some second-generation heir's fingers. They didn't even care about my services, yet I gave them my all.

The world isn't always fair, Emerald, my mother likes to point out. Truer words have never been said.

Now, I have a crisis at hand. Apart from my heart being shattered into pieces, I have to worry about the bills. It was easier when I helped my parents. My brother's hospital bills are also piling up.

My brother is the topic that makes eyes well up in this house. The twenty-year-old decided to take matters into his own hands, and look where that got him. A hospital bed.

Why did he try to fight? One man against so many? What was he thinking? It makes me furious. I wasn't there to protect him either. Even though we're four years apart, we've always had each other's backs.

I haven't slept well since that tragic incident.

The least I could do was make sure he got the best care in the hospital. How can I do that now, when I'm jobless? It's going to be a heavy burden for my parents before I get my next job, which is difficult these days, especially when you don't have credentials. That job was like a miracle. But now it's over.

I could sue them for wrongful termination, but what would that cost? They are powerful enough and must have the best lawyers. Can I even afford one?

I don't know how long I wallow in my sorrows because a hand suddenly taps my shoulder, making me jolt.

"Emerald, wake up," my mother's voice sounds from a distance. I rub my eyes to clear the fog. It takes a while before my mind registers the environment. When did I fall asleep, and for how long have I been off?

"You're home early. Are you okay?" Mother probes.

I sit up and take my phone to check the time. It's seven in the evening. The last thing I remember is cursing ‌how my life's in shambles.

I have several missed calls from Gabriel and a text from an unknown number. [You will know no peace, and I will ensure that. I'll make your life a living hell. I promise.]

I frown, my eyes still glued to the text. As if ruining my job wasn't enough. Now she's sending threats? I read the threatening text again, like it would make any difference in the situation.

"Emerald."

I must have been silent for longer than I should, even forgetting my mother's presence.

"You're acting strange. What's the matter?"

Knowing my mother, she would drill me for information, and lying wouldn't work since she detects those from a mile away.

Luckily, I have something to blame for my fallen expression.

"So many missed calls from Gabriel," I tell her.

"Must explain why he's here. He's waiting for you downstairs."

"Gabriel is here?" I ask the obvious.

Actually, I need to have a word with him.

EMERALD

TOWARDS THE ENTRANCE of the living room, I hear voices filled with laughter. My father must be catching up well with Gabriel. The room is jovial, unlike my mood. I want to kill someone, and by someone, I mean a scornful man in the form of a boyfriend. I clear my throat, announcing my presence, and the men shift their attention to me.

"Sweetheart, you're home. Gabriel and I were catching up. He was just telling me a funny story.

Did you know he was a superb soccer player at a very young age?" My father asks.

"Was he now? He never told me that. I bet there are so many things he hasn't told me. Right, Gabriel?" I force a smile, my eyes glued on him.

"Well," Father gets up from his seat. "I'll go check on my beloved wife. She must be missing me."

There's silence for a few seconds after my father leaves. A weird type of silence. Gabriel is still seated, while I'm glued to the same spot, shooting glares at him. At the man I've considered important to me for months. At the man I couldn't envision my future without. At the man who made me believe I was special. At the man who, despite a few bumps in our relationship, I always found a way to reason with and defend him.

Well, I overdosed, should have known your love was a game (A line from one of my favorite songs). I make a mental note to put it on repeat for the next few days, this time relating to the lyrics, especially the we don't talk anymore part.

"How have you been, babe?" he finally gets up to approach me, ignoring the unspeakable tension in the air.

"Feeling better now that you're here," I lie. He smiles, closing the distance between us.

"I'm glad you're here," I insist. He doesn't wipe the smile off his face.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah," I nod. "So you can explain to me why a woman almost burned me to ashes for wrecking her home." I snap.

His lips twitch in a split second. I almost miss it. Something tells me he knows exactly what I'm talking about. Although he tries to mask it-to feign ignorance-his first expression already gave him away.

The tiny piece of hope I was still holding, that it was just a crazy woman's antics, flies out the window. I know the lying Gabriel face. I've seen it a few times. When he crafted excuses not to spend time with me. Or when I found him in the wrong place. Mostly when he'd lie about his location, and by some luck, I'd find him at a different one.

Speaking of which, just how many red flags from this lying bastard did I ignore? Was it the fact that I was so in love with him? Or was I so obsessed with having what my parents had that I always thought we would work things out, no matter the issue? That is a dangerous fit.

The realization of how I overlooked so many things slaps like an electric shock on my skin. I always got hung up on the fact that relationships can't always be perfect, but how much more can one take? Maybe I clung to the positives of our relationship a little too much and turned a blind eye to the red flags. Or maybe Gabriel was just a fucking good liar..

Before he parts his lips to defend himself, I ask, "How long have you been lying to me?"

"Emerald," he sighs.

Right, that's another lying Gabriel. He calls my name and then goes silent for a while, which I usually take as his way of buying time to concoct a lie. His actions prove he already knows what I'm talking about.

"Lindsey, right?" I proceed.

He rakes his fingers through his hair. "Emerald."

"If you call my name one more time, I'll slice your throat."

"She is a stalker who's obsessed with me. I heard what happened at the hotel. That's why I came to check on you. Did she hurt you?" He cups my face, looking into my eyes. If I didn't know better, I would believe him.

Actually, I used to believe him before this. I guess it takes one tragic incident to open your eyes. How many times did he use that move on me? God knows how many lies he got away with.

Gosh, I knew love was blind. But stupid?

I shove his hands off my cheeks. "A stalker?"

His hands fly to his waist as he nods. "Yes."

One can definitely do better.

"What...Now you're a celebrity that girls are obsessing over?"

He purses his lips. "Baby, can we talk about this calmly?"

I swallow past a lump. "Why? So you can lie to me calmly?"

"I'm not-"

"Then let's go find Lindsey and warn her against ruining our relationship. Can you do that?" I cut him off.

It's an outrageous idea, I know. But I would love to see Gabriel's response.

He could deny the allegations and throw Lindsey under the bus. That wouldn't be any good for me either. Besides, the woman sent a clear warning a while ago. From everything that has transpired, it's evident she has a lot of power. For her to threaten a hotel like Galaxy?

And how is she with Gabriel? I have so many questions about their relationship, but asking will be of no use to me.

"There's no need for all that, Emerald." Gabriel holds my shoulders, and once again, I shove his hands off me.

"Then tell me the truth," I demand.

The room falls silent for a while. I can feel my raging heartbeat. With every beat, it strikes anger.

I scoff. Maybe this time, he's actually lacked the words to convince me.

"If you're not going to speak, it only means one thing... That being said, get out of my house." I point to the door.

"We're done."