The Billionaire's Past novel Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Saturday, 2:00 pm in

Bosnia and Herzegovina time zone.

A drop-dead gorgeous, dark hair young man walking down the stairs heading towards his car. His car looks expensive.

His long black coat glistens in the late afternoon sun. His appearance reveals that he belongs to a wealthy clan. Probably his a billionaire.

His face displays a strong confidence but in his eyes there is a deep sadness.

The moment he reached his car his cellphone chirped and vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and stared at the screen.

In his messenger. " ? "

The message contains only a question mark.

He nodded. Trying to recall who the message sender is and what is the missing link. And as far as he remember, it is just an inquiry about his post on social media which at present he is no longer connected. Then he decided to reply.

“You inquire on my post and that was years ago” he replied.

“Sorry but I don’t remember your post, what is that all about?" the sender replied.

“No worries, I’m no longer connected to that business, not anymore." he replied.

"Okay. Where are you from?" the sender asked.

"I'm from Bosnia and Herzegovina" he said.

"Sorry, I’m not familiar" the sender replied.

“It is in Europe." he said.

"Okay." the sender said.

“How about you where you from?" asked the young man.

He get inside his car while waiting for the reply.

Few minutes had passed. Still no answer.

He decided to go for his friends are waiting for him at the nearby restaurant .

On the other side of the world,

In the country where the sender resides is already evening.

They have different time zone.

The message sender is sleepy now and decided not to reply that’s why the young man got no reply from her.

The massager is a woman. A woman who is older than him. She decided not to reply when she read the young man's country name. For in her mind there are flashes of memories which she cannot explained. As if she's been there before, but what she knew is not and that is impossible.

And when she open the profile of the young man and saw his photos, he looks familiar but she cannot remember where or when and how they met. And maybe not. Or maybe yes but a long time ago that she can hardly recall. She’s unsure.