Author’s note: First of all, I do not own Artemis Fowl or the characters. Doi. Secondly, this is for the five times challenge.

It is “The Five times Jon Spiro almost lost everything”. 

Concrit is, of course, welcome. In fact, it is wanted! Reviewers get virtual cookies.

I apologize for the cheesiness of the last one, haha. *Headdesk* I could only, for the life of me, think of four. That last one was kind of forced. 

Marriage

    Marriage, what had he been thinking?
Jon sorted through his files absent-mindedly. The rhythmic click of the mouse bore, unwelcome, into his brain. The room was dark, but for the light illuminating from the dim computer screen. The transactions he made were instinctual. He always thought the knack for business was inbred in him. He had always been cool, logical and ruthless. He had made his fortune barely out of the cradle.
Oh, but how foolish he had been! He knew better than this! He was a smart man and prided himself on his own lack of delusions.
Love, bah, why on earth would he have fallen in love? Jon cursed himself out loud. Love, what a notion!
He had been foolish. The first dark-eyed beauty that had sauntered up to him on a resort in Mexico had stolen his heart.
Metaphorically, of course; he knew that the heart did nothing but pump blood. Even now he seemed swayed by silly, romantic ideals. Jon Spiro did not believe in metaphors. The world was what it was, there was no turning back. And he liked it that way. It helped him, seeing as anyone with a steady mind and an iron will could rule in such a place.
But love! He was not entirely to be blamed, that was for certain. Jon had always been socially incompetent. A girl never so much as gave him a second glance before he made his fortune.
This woman, how she had talked! Her voice had poured like honey out of her soft mouth. She had batted her eyelashes and danced with him slowly. She had been so graceful that Jon had almost entirely forgotten his aversion to physical activity of any sort.
What a joke! He had been made a fool of. Love, what an awful word.
He had married her, this young wife of his. Jon had given her the world. He had catered to her like a slave to princess. Every wish was his command. She had jewels and gowns, she had houses and servants, she had vacations and expensive cars.
Love was what it had always claimed to be. It was a series of biochemical reactions that took place in the brain. He had known this! He had always followed this creed.
This damned enchantress with her dark skin and slim figure had snatched that little piece of wisdom right out from under his nose.
She wanted a divorce. She wanted to take everything that he owned.
Jon nearly laughed at the thought. Please, as if she could even try. He didn’t need to hire lawyers, he was one. As far as he was concerned, the marriage never even happened. And as far as the judge was concerned, Spiro could ensure it was the same.
Now, if only he could get the sight of her tearful eyes and pouting lips out of his mind…

Some other stories by BlackOpal:

• To Whom it May Concern
• Pride and Prejudice
• A Cracked Mirror
• Fairy Tales
• The Elephant