Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
After fulfilling her mission, she could have turned down his offer of a drink but she had accepted, having strong faith in her ability to hold her drink. Unlike the sheep to the slaughter, she was the sheep who slaughtered herself.
The deed had been done, there was no need to cry over spilled milk. Cecil decided to tell Fernandez the truth hoping he would understand – she hadn’t done it on purpose – but the man traveled for a business trip and didn’t return until a month later.
She had been sure of herself, knew exactly the time she got pregnant, so the baby in her womb couldn’t be that stranger’s.
As expected, Fernandez had been mad and denied the existence of the child. So she had left him to calm down and blow off some steam with the hope of them settling the issue later.
Call her stupid for exposing that secret, but Cecil knew she would never have peace of mind until she does that. She just never expected that the next day that Fernandez would not only annul their engagement but narrate everything to her parents – adding his specially crafted lies.
Her parents had been infuriated and her father had taken it to the extreme by disowning her. According to him, she had brought shame to the Vincent’s family and they didn’t need such a failure. Her father preferred to believe in a total stranger and save his reputation than his daughter’s future.
Unable to bear with that stigma, Cecil had left everything behind by leaving the country. There were times she wanted to give up; she had thought of aborting the baby. But when she had gone for her first scan, she couldn’t bear to destroy the life living inside of her. So she decided to put him up for adoption instead.
Though Cecil lived a comfortable life with her savings and money her mother gave her before leaving, she had never been happy. She had finished school alone and experienced the pain of childbirth alone; nobody was standing by her.
However, the day Pedro was born, was the best thing that ever happened to her. The moment she saw that little face smiling at her, she felt the fierce need to protect him and she gave up on the idea of adoption.
She named him Pedro for a reason. Pedro was the Spanish, Portuguese, and Galician name for Peter meaning “Stone, rock,” Cecil had sworn that day to make Pedro her rock; her shoulder to lean on. The boy became the reason for her smile again.
So one could imagine the kind of rage Cecil was feeling when this son of a bastard came out of nowhere, throwing a claim to her son. She had spent her youth suffering and doing her best to fill in the role of both mother and father to her son – Fernandez wants to reap where he didn’t sow. Pedro never needed him then, he doesn’t need him now.
“Get out of my house!” Cecil bellowed, already pulling Pedro inside the house. She was afraid that the scum might reach out and take her son away from her.
“I ain’t leaving, Cecil” he stood his ground, “Not without him!”
Cecil let go of the door and strode over to Fernandez, chin thrust defiantly, “For eighteen years!” She spat, her body shuddering with anger, “For eighteen fucking years! You turned a blind eye to his existence even when I begged on my knees and now he’s all grown, you’re here to take him?”
She threw her head back and laughed, “Do I look like your caretaker? Or voluntary organization?” her face lost all trance of warmth, “Get your ass out of my house,”
“I’m not leaving without my son,” Fernandez stood his ground, “You brought everything that has ever happened on yourself,”
“Alright,” Cecil decided, “Now I’m calling the police,”
“Oh sure, go ahead” there was mocking laughter in his tone, “But you’ve forgotten my family controls half of the police force,”
Oh right, it dawned on Cecil. Most of Fernandez’s family members had prominent positions in the law enforcement agency.
“No, you don’t control shit at all,” Cecil told him, pulled out her phone, and made a call. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of winning.
“Please pick up,” She mumbled, her back turned to Fernandez who was waiting expectantly for what she was up to.
“ThankGod you picked,” Cecil breathed out when the call went through, “I need your help, Reina,”
Pedro who had been stunned all this while by what was going had his mouth open when his mom called Reina. If Reina sends people over, it would be messy. Since his father’s face was confident and relaxed, he sure had his resources too – it might get bloody. Pedro was not going to sit and let this happen.
“Reina, I know it’s wrong of me to intrude on your honeymoon but a mad dog is barking at me, I need animal control,”
Fernandez scoffed, she dared called him a mad dog? They’d see.
“They’d be here? Thank you,” Cecil ended the call and turned to meet that bastard. It sickened her to think that her young self had been in love with this selfish, conceited fool.
“Are you done?” he had a smug look.
“Let’s see if you have that same look in the next….” she checked her watch, “Fifteen minutes,”
“Fifteen minutes?” he laughed, ” What if my men are already on standby to take him?”
Cecil paled.
Seeing the fear on her face gave Fernandez the spunk to continue, “I admit I was cruel not to ask for my son for eighteen years, but can you blame me? You whored around. If I haven’t done a test in secret, I wouldn’t have known that my own son has been hidden from me all these years,” he stepped closer to her, “I’ll send you compensation for training him up – that should be enough, right?”
“You-!”
“Get lost!” Pedro boomed at the surprised man, “I don’t ever want to see you around me or my mother, you understand?”
“A warning without power is nothing. You’re my son and deserve to be honored, not wasting away here with this woman. Come with me and I’ll give you a better life,” Fernandez stretched his hand for him to take.
Pedro couldn’t believe his ear, this scum was his father. His mother’s younger self indeed had low taste in men.
“Without this woman,” Pedro wrapped his arm around Cecil’s shoulder, pulling her to his side, and rubbed her arm affectionately, ” I wouldn’t be alive. So to hell with your fatherhood, I don’t need a father like you,”
Fernandez sighed, “I’m sorry son, but you have no choice here, ” At once, he clicked his fingers and a van suddenly pulled up in their lawn.
“Pedro, inside now!” the woman tried to pull him into the house but it was too late.
The third point of view:
Knock knock
“Come in,” Emerald welcomed whoever was at the door without looking up.
“Here’s everything I could find about her,” Andrew dropped the file on his desk.
Emerald who had been busy with other projects dropped it all and picked the file, going through the contents with rapt attention.
“Cecil Vincent,” He murmured that name, wondering why it sounded familiar?
Andrew who sensed his confusion answered,?”She’s from the Vincent family, more like ‘was’. The Vincents are one of the major winemakers across the globe. She was taken off the family’s registry eighteen years ago after she allegedly brought shame to the family,” He explained, providing a younger picture of the woman from years back.
“T-his,” Emerald stuttered, pointing at the picture as recognition dawned on him.