The Billionaires Gems

Diam Dane could only do so much as wait after he pressed the doorbell.

The cold breeze hovering the suburb swept through him. It was something he'd gotten familiar with. The cold breeze. The serenity. The faint rhythm from the windmill. The endless meowing cats in the next building. Distant chattering. The old couple always in the patio of the house across the road. He was familiar with just...everything.

His constant visit these two months was enough to get him familiar with the place.

His last visit here had been terrible. He'd caught a cold from the chilly breeze. Baby had sensed his agony and threw him out drenched in cold water.

He caught a bad flu that had him bedridden for weeks. Totally stupid that he had sought for her again once he recuperated.

Diam Dane shuddered. This time, It wasn't because of the breeze. It was the awful fate awaiting him behind the closed door.

He reached for the doorbell again, but the door flew open immediately.

He froze, gulping at the sight of her. "Baby...Hi". He attempted a weak smile.

"Get lost!" She was gonna slam the door on his face again. That has always been her reaction to all his visits. She detested him so much she wouldn't hear him out.

This time, he stuck a foot on the threshold. The door stopped midway. Fury flashed in her cold eyes as she pushed harder to shut the door.

Diam was forced to employ his macho side. He pushed back the door and forced himself in.

Baby pulled out a dagger from her pocket and aimed it at him. Her insane reaction was shocking enough to get him to a halt.

”Please Baby. Just one minute, a second. That's all I ask. I just wanna talk. I missed you.“ Diam pleaded.

Four years later and he was back to a love story that was left unfinished. A love story that had nothing but tears and heartbreaks. A love story that never had a closure. They'd just broken apart like they never happened.

Standing in front of her again was an opportunity he'd prayed for all these years. Here it was. A thousand things he wanted to say. But it all started and ended with ”I'm sorry, Baby. I never meant to hurt you like I did."

It's been a rollercoaster of emotions these past four years.

The anger that twitched his nerves at the fact that she'd betrayed him. Yes, she was hurting, but he thought their love was strong enough to overcome whatever obstacles they had. How stupid he'd felt for thinking she loved him so.

The pains that wrecked his heart when she fled. The anguish that clouded his being at the reality that she was never gonna come back to him. The misery he was plunged into each second his heart craved for her.

The regrets that crumbled his world when he found out she'd never betrayed him. She'd been a victim of a conspiracy and he never believed her innocence. Never gave her the benefit of the doubt.

It's been the most painful years of his life. Nothing else mattered anymore. Nothing excited him anymore. She was all he craved for. All he cried for.

Time –they say– heals all wounds. But not Diam's wounds. The severe mar in his heart didn't heal up with time. With each fleeting day, he fell deeper into his agony.

Diam's depression made him shut everyone out. It was a drastic move as he was a public figure.

Dane Diam, the first child of the Dane Family. CEO of the Green-Grass corporation, with branches and offices worldwide and headquarters here in the United States. Diam was an aristocrat. A renowned billionaire.

Diam was every girl's dream man. His tall physique, well-built biceps and face well-sculptured made him somewhat irresistible.

His green eyes synched harmoniously with his black, curly hair. He was without any facial flaws.

His father was Japanese and his mother was an American. They resided here in America –Califonia to be precise– more than other countries they had been to. The Dane family travelled a lot but decided to stay longer in America.

Dane Diam was a hottie, but ruthless. He was known for his terrifying wrath. No one ever got close enough to understand the real him. He wouldn't let anyone close. Just her.

Phillips Baby, a young and vibrant girl who was also naturally shy. She was a fragile being who didn't like trouble. Though from a poor home, she still maintained her beautiful features.

Her skin had a natural glow. Her silky-like brown hair fell freely to her waist. She was Japanese but lived all her life here in California.