Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
At once, her countenance changed: Just when she thought Ahmed truly desired her, and not to coax her into giving the baby making a shot.
“Ahmed, I’m tired. It’s been seven years already and those treatments are too cumbersome on-“
“Forget about it, then,” He pulled away, cold air replacing that spot his warmth had covered.
“Ahmed -“
A knock sounded at that moment.
Emily went to answer the door, returning afterward to inform him that breakfast was served.
At the dining table, nobody said a word. A look at Akim told Emily that the boy had a lot to say to his father but the mom’s indifferent looks made him swallow his words.
But the boy couldn’t fight the urge anymore, ” Father, I -“
“No talking at the table,” Ahmed was brisk to interrupt.
The boy’s face fell, he pursed his lips and continued his food while Emily watched their tense interaction. She didn’t say a word knowing it would only lead to a hot exchange of words, yet the scene pained her heart.
Still, Akim was not disheartened by his father’s cold response that as soon as the breakfast was over, he had approached him saying.
“Father, we have a fundraising art exhibition at school and our parents are -“
“Your mother would take care of that,” Ahmed picked up his newspaper and snapped it open, dismissing the poor child as he settled into his seat.
“Akim, come over here,” Emily called him over, “Mommy would come to your school later, alright,” she threaded her hands through his hair.
“Sure,” The bow tried to cover his disappointment with a smile.
“Take him,” she instructed the chauffeur to send him to school.
Emily turned around intending to give Ahmed a piece of her mind when her phone rang.
“Hi Cecil”
“Hi Emily, guess what? “
Since the woman went straight to the point, good news must be on the way.
“What? I suck at guessing,”
“Remember when I told you that I have somebody who knows somebody at the kingdom of Lincolnshire,” she said.
Oh right, Emily remembered. Cecil was adamant about creating connections with this mysterious royal family. She believed that with a relationship like that, their clothing line would go viral more than it already was – imagine a royal family wearing their designs.
“So there’s this ball coming up for three days – it’s their prince’s birthday and I got my hands on their invitation- luckily. So while others would be finding potential husbands, we’ll be moving our business on a higher level. So what do you say?” Cecil added,” No, is not an option, “
“It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity but I can’t leave Akim behind – you know my situation here,” Emily said of her concern.
“Don’t worry, there’s enough invitation to cover both of you. Now, get yourselves prepared, we’ll be leaving as early as tomorrow,”
The third POV
“Ninety-seven…. Ninety-eight….”
The crowd of onlookers counted down as the girl standing upside down chugged from the tapped key without anyone holding her up.
“Hundred!”
They all cheered as she climbed down.
“Izzy!” ” Izzy!” “Izzy!”
The girl roared victoriously, beating her chest and splashing the remaining alcohol in her mouth out in the open.
“That was awesome, girl! I saved this special drink for you,” That rat called her girlfriend handed a plastic cup to her which Isabella accepted, yet the girl was oblivious to the faint sly smile curving her lips.
“Hey, babe,” Her rat of a boyfriend also appeared by her side, intending to kiss her but Isabelle pressed a finger against his lips, then gripped his chin to deviate his face to the side.
“Not now nor ever” she pushed his face away.
The rat of a best friend smiled uneasily, “Izzy, what are you doing? He’s Kelvin,”
Isabella smirked, “Ooh, you must be so sad watching me do that” she pouted.
“W-what?” the fake bitch’s voice cracked.
Without wasting time, Isabella took the cup and baptized her cheater boyfriend with it.
“Izzy!” the best friend was alarmed.
“I might be a bitch but I don’t two-time, at least have some *dicknity,” she emphasized.
“Isabelle, are you out of your mind. That’s Kelvin you’re -” the girl couldn’t finish the rest of her words, gasping from shock when a whole content was splashed on her, attracting startled gasps from the students.
“I can condone everything, but not unfaithful, cheating backstabbing bitch,” her eyes roved over the both of them disgustedly, “Happy relationship pals, you fuckers deserve each other,” She said and strutted away from the discovered couples who were still frozen from shock.
How did she find out? They had been very careful, having known Isabella was a very cautious and sensitive person.
Isabella, though smug facially but inwardly, was hurt at the outcome. She had found out about their illicit relationship while guzzling down that booze.
While she had been standing upside down, Isabella had seen her so thought girlfriend throwing herself at Kelvin and him tucking her hair behind her ear, and both leaving tactically afterward- one after the other. She wasn’t a fool not to know what was going on between them.
Fine, before the end of the night, she would get a new girlfriend and boyfriend to fill that vacancy – they always drew to her like a moth to a flame.
So, Isabelle sat on the sofa watching the other kids party. One of the popular kids at school called the party and Of course, she was the esteemed guest. Isabella didn’t need to date some stupid dork or pull a stupid stunt to be famous, her achievements spoke for her.
With her publishing company doing fine, a high IQ that made several universities scout her whenever she steps out, coupled with the fact she’s a popular rich man’s daughter, why wouldn’t fame come to her? Moreover, other than that, she has her own YouTube channel where she videos herself playing extreme sports and millions of people click to watch that.
Isabella had offers to skip high school, going to college straight away, however, what was the use of rushing life? So she went through the complete school years alongside those losers who fought to stay beside her during exams.
But this particular night, Isabella was not at peace. Ever since her father, Niles made his intention of marrying Neon’s mother known, her mood went down the drain.
Sure, she loved Neon but having to call Jennifer, “mother” would be an impossible feat. It sounded stupid but she didn’t want any woman occupying Maria’s place in her father’s mind – that would be her burden for not protecting Maria properly.