BILLIONAIRE MINOR

Chapter 7: Shattered Trust

The air in Jeremy's penthouse apartment was colder than it should have been; even the soft hum of the city outside did little to break the silence. He stared, mesmerized, at the trading terminal in front of him, his once-glistening fortune hanging on the verge of collapse. The screen flickered as a picture of his disastrous trades materialized on it-a testament to each red number a wound to his pride.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the glass walls that overlooked the glittering skyline. For a brief moment, it almost felt like the city was mocking him. He'd worked so hard, pushed past every obstacle, but here he was again-on the edge of losing everything.

"Damn it, how did I let this happen?" he muttered, rubbing his temples.

A mean, flashing message from the brokerage firm seemed to bring it all into focus as such: Margin Call-Immediate Action Required. He had thought this day would never arrive, considering all his hard struggle, the sacrifices, struggling right to the top-and suddenly being on the verge of an extremely financially compromising position, the whole reason for which was himself alone.

Victor Kane had been right about one thing: the trading world was cutthroat. But that was only partially the equation. Jeremy had underestimated the manipulation, the subtle web of deceit Victor had woven around him. Every win Jeremy thought he had achieved was just another setup for a fall.

Just as he reached for his phone to make some calls and salvage whatever he could, his screen flashed again. Message from Clara.

He hesitated. It had been a few days since their last conversation—since the night Clara had pulled away. Her words echoed in his mind: “You don’t even know who you’re becoming anymore, Jeremy.”

He couldn't blame her. He barely recognized himself anymore. But he needed her. He needed something, someone to hold onto.

Opening the message, he read:

"Jeremy, we need to talk. It's urgent. Please meet me. I'll be at the usual place."

The usual place. The small café near the waterfront. Where they had first met. Where everything had seemed so simple.

He didn't think long. Grabbing his jacket, he ran out of the apartment as if to shake off the heavy weight that had fallen on him. As he entered the elevator, the phone started buzzing again-this time, it was a notification from his brokerage account. His latest trades had been liquidated. He'd lost everything.

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This little café was quiet, intimate with hums of soft music, freshly brewed coffee mixing well with the scent of sea breezes. It was here that Jeremy first felt he could be himself, away from the constant pressure of the trading world.

He spotted Clara sitting by the window, staring out at the ocean. Her face was unreadable, a mask of professionalism and concern. As he walked over, she glanced up, her eyes briefly softening when she saw him. But there was something else in her gaze—something distant.

“Clara, I’m sorry,” he said, sitting down across from her. “I didn’t mean for things to go this far.”

She folded her arms, cold. "You have been making lots of mistakes of late, Jeremy. Big ones."

"I know, I-" he started, but she cut him off.

"No, Jeremy. You don't get it." Her voice was shaking with frustration. "It's not about the money. It's about you-what you've become. You are not the person I used to know."

His heart sank. It felt like a slap in the face, but it was true. He wasn't the person she had fallen for. He wasn't the man who dreamed of building something meaningful. He was a machine now, driven by the adrenaline of trades, the thrill of winning, and the fear of losing. He had become someone else altogether, one that would stop at nothing to keep moving up.

I don't know who I am anymore, Clara," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I don't know what I'm chasing."

Clara's eyes softened for a moment, before she took a deep breath and leaned forward, her gaze piercing. "Then you need to stop. Before it's too late.

It sounded like a cold wave breaking right over him. But before he was able to say anything more, a shadow fell at their table. Jeremy spun around, his heart catching in his throat as a known face appeared behind Clara.

Victor Kane.

One look at him, and Jeremy's blood ran cold. The last thing he had expected was to find Victor here, much less with Clara. Thick tension suddenly filled the air between them, suffocating that little space.

Victor smiled, but it was not a pleasant smile. "Well, well, Jeremy. I see you've brought your little conscience along with you.

Clara rose to her feet, her face hard, and placed herself in front of Jeremy. "Victor, what brings you here?"

"I've come to see my business associate." Victor's voice was icily cold. "I am here to remind Jeremy of the aftermath of his actions of late."

Jeremy also rose, clenching his fists at his sides. "What do you want, Victor?

"Oh, I'm just here to watch the show," Victor replied, smiling. "But then I have a little surprise for you. That little precieux trading empire you have there? Gone. I've made sure of it. You see, Jeremy, one thing is making mistakes in the market. Another thing is underestimating those people who own the premises. And I own you."

Victor’s words felt like a punch to the gut. Everything he had worked for, every moment he had fought to regain control of his life—Victor had crushed it all in an instant.

Clara looked from Jeremy to Victor, her face pale. “This isn’t just business, is it? This is personal. You’re destroying him, Victor.”

Victor shrugged. “Business is personal, Clara. Always has been.”

His mind racing, Jeremy's feeling of crushing went down slowly and began to twist into something else: Anger. Fury. Of a kind that made his hands shake.

"I'll find a way out of this," he whispered to himself but loud enough for them to hear. "I will take you down, Victor."

Victor burst into laughter-cold and menacing. "You don't have a choice anymore, Jeremy. The game's over.

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the two of them in stunned silence.

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As the door to the café closed behind Victor, Jeremy's world seemed to cave in on itself. There was no more avoiding it: he had no friends, nobody to turn to. Not Clara. Not Maverick. And certainly not the people who, a little while ago, he had thought were his friends.

"You're not done yet," Clara said now, softer. "But you need to be smarter, Jeremy. You need to stop being reckless. You can't keep fighting this battle the way you've been."

Jeremy locked gazes with her as her words settled deep inside. The fight was all that was left. But for this to be a victory, he had to stop playing along in Victor's game. Which means he needed to outwit him. And for that, he would have to be closer to Victor than he ever had been.

How? He wasn't really quite certain. Yet.

As the night wore on, Clara stood to take her leave, not before pressing one last thing into his mind: "Don't lose yourself, Jeremy. Don't let him win."

As she walked off, Jeremy knew something in him flipped. This was no longer about money; this was something much, much larger. It had become personal.

And he would make sure Victor paid.