The Obsession of the Billionaire

The Obsession of the Billionaire
CHAPTER 17 - Threats



Benedict stopped his car on a very quiet side of the road, leaving Kyra a little confused and scared at the same time.


"How much did he pay you to get close to me?" Benedict asked, staring at Kyra with a face that held in anger.


"What do you mean, Ben?" Kyra tries to hold Benedict's hand, to calm Benedict down.


"No more acting Kyra, just tell me why you rejected me? And how much did that bastard pay you to get close to me?" Ask Benedict again.


Kyra was silent, she digested the words and behavior of Benedict who was suddenly upset quietly.


"How much do you hear?" kyra asked, her face staring straight at the street.


"Everything!" benedict replied with a slight uplift.


Kyra nodded her head in understanding, "That means you know, that I love my uncle very much.I've even considered him my own father, but you..." Kyra looked at Benedict's face in annoyance. "You insulted him, even thought of him as a bully."


"That's because your uncle owes me so much. Do you know that you owe so much? the debt is 34 Billion, and even I've given it more than 5 years..."


"My uncle was wrong, but are you not satisfied to see a man prostrate with another man." Kyra said in a dislike tone.


Benedict scooped his face with his hands, then said. "Ky, can we stop talking about your uncle? I love you, and we're in this relationship. It has nothing to do with your uncle..."


"But unfortunately no, I don't love you. I don't need any more money from Erick, let's stop this." Said Kyra firmly.


Because Benedict snarled at Kyra's nape, then kissed her roughly.


Getting a rough kiss from Benedict, Kyra hits Benedict's chest strongly.Benedict still remains ****** Kyra's lips lustfully.


"B-Benn..." Lirih Kyra, her tears are already dripping.


Feeling that Kyra is almost out of breath, Benedict takes off the mold and puts their foreheads together.


"It doesn't matter you don't love me, enough I love you it doesn't matter." Benedict.


Kyra rudely pushed Benedict, so they spaced away.


"I don't love you, and this relationship won't work if one of us doesn't want it. So stop acting all you want." Ketus Kyra, who slightly hurt Benedict's heart.


"Are you threatening me now?"


Benedict looked at Kyra softly, then stroked Kyra's hair gently. "I'm not threatening you baby, I'm warning you what will happen if you reject me."


Kyra brushed aside Benedict's hand, "Don't joke Ben, you can't force me like this." Said Kyra with her voice raised.


"Your choice is only two dear ones, marry me after the holidays.or see the two people you love the most suffer.The choice is yours." Obviously Benedict again.


Hearing Benedict's words, Kyra could only stand still in her seat, turning her face toward the window in the opposite direction.


Kyra was thinking, what if Benedict would really do that. Not only would her uncle suffer, her aunt and Agnes would suffer as well.


And moreover, Rumors about Benedict who has a very hard and cruel character, and his words can not be taken lightly.


"Can we go back now, I'm tired." beg Kyra, without looking at Benedict.


Seeing Kyra unwilling to stare at her face, Benedict scooped her face rough.then she approached Kyra, she kissed Kyra's tender head. He followed what Kyra said, they went back on their way home.


During the trip Kyra did not open her voice at all, the two of them were silent to each other.


soon they reached the port and boarded the ship together.


While near the reception, Kyra stops her steps as well as Benedict.


"I'm going to my room now." Said Kyra who faced Benedict but was still reluctant to stare at him.


Benedict hugged Kyra gently, then whispered in the girl's ear. "The choice is yours baby, don't make me wait long." Benedict whispered, then peeked at Kyra's cheek.


After Benedict broke his embrace, he immediately turned to go towards his room.


While Kyra can only be silent in her position, while thinking about what she should do after this.


"Better I don't have to think about it." Kyra muttered and left.


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