Page 421 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"Then why did you transfer 20 million dollars into Tyler's bank account?"
"I didn't." I transferred it to Isabella's account.Fuck.That bitch set me up. "I didn't." My voice sounded so small.Oh God, no.My whole body felt cold.
"Yes you did. At 4 o'clock you transferred 20 million dollars of my money to Tyler Stevens' bank account."
"No. James." I could hear the desperation in my voice. "This isn't what you think."
"Stop it." He ran his hands through his hair again. "Isabella knew. That's why you didn't want me to talk to her. She knew you didn't love me. She knew you just wanted my money."
"I do love you. I love you so much."
"But not as much as you love him? Penny, I trusted you."
"Then trust me now. We're being blackmailed."
"Just stop!" His voice was so loud. "Who the fuck would blackmail you into giving my money to Tyler?"
"I can't tell you."
"Because the answer is no one! Your lie doesn't even make any sense."
He didn't believe me. "We are being blackmailed. I just can't tell you by who or they'll leak..."
"Photos of us having sex? Yeah, I heard you the first time. I need some air." He walked past me. He stumbled slightly and caught himself on one of the stools in the kitchen.
I had only ever seen him this drunk once before after hanging out with Rob back in Newark. "You can't leave. You're drunk. Please just sit down."
"Like you care."
"I do care."
"What because you love me?" he scoffed. "No one loves me. Keep the money. Just get the fuck out of my house."
"James." I put my hand on his arm.
He recoiled from me, like my touch caused him pain. "Leave." His voice was firm.
"I'm not leaving until you listen to me."
"Go be with Tyler. Go be happy. That's all I ever wanted. For you to be happy."
"You make me happy."
"Please just go." He wiped his hand underneath his eyes. I had never seen James cry. It killed me. He was crying because he thought I didn't love him. It felt like my heart was breaking.
"Those pictures aren't what they seem. I don't love Tyler. I love you. I love everything about you. This whole thing is just a misunderstanding."
He pulled out a few more pictures from his pocket. "Like this?" He slammed the picture down on the counter. It was of me touching that random guy's abs at the bar. "Or this?" He slammed down the picture of Austin kissing me.
"They're like the ones of Tyler. They were taken out of context. It was my bachelorette party. There was this list of stupid stuff my friends made me do. And Austin kissed me. I shoved him off right away. Isabella made him..."
"Just save it. I don't care, Penny. You're not my problem anymore."
"Problem? Is that what I've always been? Just something you had to take care of?"
He shook his head. "You certainly can't take care of yourself. You're immature. And selfish. And ungrateful."
"Ungrateful for what? This house that I didn't want? Because I don't like spending your money?"
