Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
At that moment, my phone rang and I glance at the screen to discover it was Jennifer – probably to check up on me.
The reason why I didn’t pick up was not that I was annoyed – maybe, I was a tad bit irritated at her keeping tabs on me. The real reason was that I was too tired and not in the mood to start explaining what happened to my face.
What was I going to say to her? That I got into a fight because I pushed down someone in the name of searching for Maria or her look alike. That was I desperately searching for my ex’s ghost when we already had talks of getting married.
I let the phone ring on till the call ended two times in a row. Resting against the chair, I threw my head back with a great sigh. When was I ever going to get peace?
After the pain on my face subsided a bit, I left the club and drove straight home. I had done enough damages for the night already.
However, I was surprised to see rows of expensive cars parked at my place when I returned home. This could only mean one thing, my family members were here – so was my father.
With anger, I strode into my house to discover that my living room had been redecorated into some sort of venue for their evening parties.
Though they weren’t wearing champagne dresses nor the men in a tuxedo;they dressed formally, and most had champagne flutes in hand.
What were they thinking? They barged into my house and used it to host a party without my permission, wasn’t that a huge slap across my consent? Whoever organized this party was purposely mocking me. Amanda wasn’t here, she was probably serving those arrogant relatives of mine.
“What the hell is going on here?! ” I shouted, finally attracting the much-needed attention.
The small band at the corner of the room stopped playing the number, prompting them all to look in my direction. There were about twenty guests in here and they’re about to receive my wrath.
“Who did this! Who’s responsible for this!” I roared.
“I did,”
I had expected Eden to claim responsibility. As the new Sparks head, he’d like to throw his weight around considering I was once his rival. But who I saw emerge from the crowd made my blood run cold and my eyes to shoot lasers.
The third POV
Niles stared at the figure who made his way out of the crowd of relatives causing his jaw to clench reflexively.
His father, that man Adam.
It’s been so long since he last set his eyes on him and it was obvious that age has taken its effect yet that brilliance In his eyes was still there. His aging process was maintained hence the presence of few wrinkles on his face. Though there were now traces of white in his hair, Adam was obviously better than most of his pals out there.
However, Niles wasn’t here to admire his physique. His fist clenched and unclenched by his side as he received memories of the past seven years, this man was the reason why he had lost Maria and his child.
If only he had accepted their relationship, then those unfortunate events that preceded wouldn’t have happened. That man was his father; someone who was supposed to make sure his happiness mattered, however, the reverse was the case – Adam was after his own happiness at the expense of his children’s.
“Long time no see, son” Adam said as if they were even on talking terms. He tried to hug Niles who stepped back, regarding him angrily.
“What’s the meaning of this? Who gave you the right to barge into my house and plunder it the way you want?” Niles was furious. They had not shown him an ounce of respect at all.
“Don’t be such a pain in the ass,” Adam said to him, “You left home for seven years and no one has set his or her eyes on you since then. So when you returned, we decided to come to visit since you wouldn’t do so. What’s so wrong with it?” he summarized with a cocky grin unbothered by the lack of warmth on his son’s face. His tantrum would end pretty soon.
“I don’t need your visitation, return from wherever you all came from” His eyes rove across the crowd coldly.
“Cousin,” Niles heard Eden’s voice from behind.
Contrary to his expectations, Eden didn’t look what he expected at all. Yes, facially, his handsomeness didn’t diminish but the look in his eyes told Niles something else.
Eden looked tired; not the kind of tired one gets after a long time at work but the kind of tired one gets when sucked up with life or situation. Sure, Eden looked mature than in the past – which comes with that kind of responsibility – but the gnawing feeling in Niles’s heart told him there was more to that.
“So you were a party to this?” He asked Eden, clearly not pleased.
“You decided not to come to the mountain so the mountain decided to come to you,” He spoke idiomatically.
“I made it clear to you guys that I want nothing to do with the Sparks family,” Niles reminded him but those words were directed to his father in particular.
“So you want nothing to do with your sister too?” Emily made her epic appearance.
They came prepared for him.
“Sister,” Niles tried to smile but winced in the process.
“I would have given you a good punch on the face but whoever gave you that black eye did me a favor,” he couldn’t believe she was supporting his assaulter.
“Fine, I’ve always been an asshole anyway,” He dragged her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
“I’ve missed you,” Emily said, savoring this brief reunion.
“Yeah, me too. I’m sorry for failing my brotherly responsibilities towards you Emily, “
Niles owned Emily a lot; he wasn’t there when she got married nor was he there to grace the birth of her first child. He was just engrossed in his problems to help with hers.
“It’s alright,” She sniffed, “All that matters is that you’re back now,”
His mouth twitched, why does everyone think he was here for good? Well, they’d know the truth soon.
“Where is he?” Niles asked, pulling away from her.
Emily looked to her right calling, “Akim” and a boy supposedly seven or so hurried over to her side saying, “Mom,”
“Here” she faced the little boy to him, “That’s your uncle, Niles. Say hello to him,”
The boy glanced up at him with his blue eyes he inherited from his mother, ” Hello, uncle Niles”
Niles lowered himself to the boy’s height, ruffling his hair, “Hello Akim. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” the boy replied right away with a smile. He was a smart one.
Niles smiled back at him before his eyes connected with Emily’s who bit on her lips nervously, he knew already?
He didn’t need to be told, just a glance at Akim and he understood the child wasn’t Ahmed. The boy was a copy of Judy no matter how hard they tried to dye his blonde hair black. Ahmed must have known that the child wasn’t his and for protecting his sister so far, the man has earned his respect.
“Niles, I -” Emily was about to ask him to keep his discovery a secret when he squeezed her shoulder softly.