Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Niles, if you’re about to restart that conversation again then I suggest you keep it,”
“This is hurting you, no, I’m hurting you,” I pointed to my chest, “The more you stay by my side, the more unhappy you are because it’s obvious that my heart is not with you,”
Jennifer shook her head, “No, your heart was with me before she came along,”
“I never gave you my whole heart,” I corrected the impression.
“Then keep it that way, I’ll be the one to open up to you,” she said.
I placed the food on the side, “Don’t you get it, Jennifer, you’re living in denial. All evidence points to Reina being Maria and the more you keep doing this, the more you keep getting hurt,”
“You already hurt me by making me fall for you and promising me marriage,” She picked at that.
“And for that, I’ve apologized and forever would be guilty,” I can’t even remember how many times I’ve said this already.
“Then keep being guilty, at least, that would continue to remind you of me, just as the pain reminds you of Maria.” She added, “Moreover, we made a deal, until you confirm beyond unreasonable doubt that the woman is Reina, we’re very much together. Have a nice day at work Niles,” She pecked me on the cheek and strode away from the room.
I tousled my hair the moment she left, lying back on my bed with a sigh and staring up at the ceiling with a thousand thoughts.
This was the very reason I loved my playboy days. Then, I was indifferent to women’s feelings. Neither did any of them last long enough to create a bond to be guilty over when the agreement ended.
Women were just objects to satisfy my sexual urges until Maria came around and changed my view on love. She made me soft by making me feel things that were now being a disadvantage to me.
I could easily chase Jennifer away but the thought of Neon holds me back plus the morals Maria inputted in me – putting myself in people’s shoes always. I keep thinking, what if my child somehow survived and it’s being treated that way?
Ugh, this was plain torture.
Standing from the bed, I went to take a shower and prepare for the day ahead. I still had the problem with Reina’s company to settle, though she had dropped the charges, we still hadn’t reached an agreement yet.
I made it downstairs only to receive a call from Victor, the private investigator for Reina’s case.
“Tell me you have good news,”
“You were right, there’s a kid,” he dropped the news.
I didn’t know how to feel, I just stood stunned and out of words. Tears fell from my eyes unknowingly, my child survived. I was greatly relieved.
“But there’s something else,” He said.
“What is it?” I was slightly anxious, what could be the problem now?
“There’s another kid,”
“What?”
“By chance, I happened to find them visiting her apartment this week. I still can’t tell whether they’re siblings or just a friend accompanying the boy- but the boy was your copy, no doubt,”
I thought hard over it, could it that Maria had twins for me or that was another man’s child? It wasn’t impossible, I mean it was seven years already. What if she was secretly married to a powerful rich man, hence her ability to effortlessly hide away from me?
“Send me his pictures,” I couldn’t wait to see him and confirm it with my own eyes.
“I’m sorry but I don’t have any with me. He was so heavily guarded that I couldn’t even take a shot from my hiding place. I’m still going to warn you, sir, you’re dealing with a dangerous person here,”
“All the better,” I told him, “Dig further and call me the instant you find out something,”
“Alright,”
The call ended.
I hardly took the phone off my ear when my lovely daughter made her appearance. Ever since Isabella returned, she hardly spoke a word to me and if she did drop a word, it dripped heavily with sarcasm.
“Where are you going this morning, young lady?”I was surprised at her putting on cute makeup.
Of course, Isabella rolled her eyes.
“I’m going to help your life, “
What? My confusion grew, what was she talking about?
“I’m going to visit Anabelle, do you have any problems with that?” She thrust up her chin, ready for a fight.
I simply regarded her appearance, this was moderate than the ones she wore abroad.
“When you’re back, we’re going to have a heart to a heart discussion about your recent attitude,” I informed her on time.
“If I were you I wouldn’t count on that,” she retorted without even looking over her shoulder.
“I’m serious here, Isabella,” I shouted after her.
“And I’m serious too,” My daughter said with no care and left.
Who said fatherhood was easy.
Immediately my phone rang. I groaned inwardly, who was it this time? Looking down at the caller, my mood changed instantly “Hello? What do you want now, father?” I said sarcastically.
Adam asked, “Who is this Reina I hear about,”
Reina’s point of view.
“Who sent this?” I asked, surprised at the flower handed over to me.
“It came with a card, ma’am. I just need you to sign these,” the delivery man handed the paper to me which I penned down my name. I almost wrote “Maria” instead of “Reina” but was quick to remember the correct one at the last minute. Phew, that was close.
“Thank you,” I smiled at him and closed my door.
“Let’s see…” I mumbled, opening the perfumed card, “I can’t stop thinking about you, you’re stuck in my head. Come on a date with me Reina ~ love, Eden.”
“He’s quite a cute poet but no would do,” I said to myself yet breathing in the refreshing smell from the flower.
“You’re staying,” I pointed at the flower and kept it on my desk, I would find a vase for it later. Right now, I had an important appointment to catch.
There was no room for distraction, I had a war to fight. I found out that Niles’s daughter wanted me to make jewelry for her and made a VVIP request. And per the rules – created by me – those kinds of clients were mine to take care of personally.
I didn’t know if this was another of Niles’s ploy to get me to talk to him – he’s been bothering me quite a lot lately – or truly his daughter’s wish, but I had to go. Besides, it was at his place, who knew what secret I’ll stumble upon.
So taking one final glance at my appearance, I picked up my clutch purse and left for his house. None of my guards were following me, I had asked them to stay back; I could handle Niles myself.
I drove there, arriving some minutes later than the said time. I was let into the house without any questioning, it seems my appearance was highly awaited.
“Over here, miss,” One of the guards led me to the stunning modern front door which was opened before I could even ring the bell.