Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“By using our children,” He figured out.
I paused the video and propped my head, “I gave them a little work to keep them busy, you know, put their skills into a positive result,”
“And they agreed readily?” he highly doubted that.
“Well…” I pursed my lips, “I might have tricked them a little but not particularly on the matchmaking subject – I promised them a reward for that one”
Niles gave me the “Really?” look
“I had to keep them busy and make sure they don’t burn the house down. I mean, come on, as if you don’t know your children?” I reminded him.
Niles gave me a shrug of indifference, “Well, I hope you know what you’re doing else you might have them to face when they’re back,”
“Fine,” I said and returned to my video but Niles was quick to bring my face back around to him, “What?” I asked, wondering if he needed something.
But then I should have known what Niles needed when he was looking at me like I was something to eat. My husband – I’m getting used to calling him down – leaned down to kiss me but I turned my face away at the last minute and it resulted in a peck on my cheek. I smirked at him victoriously.
But then I shouldn’t have done that because Niles always had a plan B and he showed forth that flexibility by kissing from my cheeks to my neck, my breath hung in my throat.
“Niles,” I breathed, trying to move away but all I did was give him more access to my neck and he did good work there.
“Stop,” I said, firmer this time. A minute delay was a huge period for Niles to finish off his prey. So I sternly placed my hand on his chest saying, “I need to rest,”
He grinned at me, “I can lure you to sleep faster,”
“I need rest not sleep. In case you don’t understand me clearly, I should make it clearer: Sleep is to rest in a state of reduced consciousness while rest is any relief from exertion; a state of quiet and relaxation. How does that sound? “
“Gibberish,” He zeroed my enthusiasm.
“Seriously?”
“Fine, I get you,” He finally conceded, “I’ll just hold you closer like a teddy bear,” Niles cuddled me tighter that I couldn’t even turn around – was he even jealous of space itself or what.
“Whatever,” I sighed and resumed my video watching. And at first, Niles had his eyes closed with a contented smile, but when he heard me giggle, his interest was piqued and in no time, joined me in watching.
Unable to keep down the curiosity anymore, Niles asked, “What happened?” seemingly lost on what was going on since he arrived late into the video,
“Nadia called my father a thief,” I explained.
“Why?”
“Stil yet to explain the reason, just watch the video Niles,” I told him and this time, he complied.
“Grandpa, are you a thief?” We watched Neon ask. That boy was so cute.
And yes, he was slower than the others in comprehending the situation – well, everyone had their learning space. The only reason the twins were this smart was because they inherited their father’s intelligence and my quick wit – yeah baby, I need some acknowledgment too – plus the environment they grew up in – I made sure to give them the best of education.
“Of course not,” my father denied, as usual, I don’t even believe him.
“Really?” Nadia gave my father her signature arched brow that spoke of disbelief. Their quibbling was so cute, this should be interesting.
“Nadia, we shouldn’t discuss this in front of the kids nor would our argument make a good essay for the competition,”
Oh now, he knew. But of course, Nadia was a tough, rigid woman and she refused right away.
“I would have agreed with that on other days, but today, the kids should know everything about us so they don’t end up making the same mistake as I did,”
“The mistake you did?” Father scoffed, “You make it sound like it’s my whole fault ‘we’ failed.”
“And you said they’re divorced?” Niles asked me. He too could sense the attraction between them. But then we continued with the video.
“No, I more than regret the first time that we met. If you haven’t stolen from me, I wouldn’t have gone over to your territory to collect and get entangled with you for the half of my life in the name of marriage!” Nadia gushed.
I scratched my scalp awkwardly, already having an idea where this story was heading to and the cause of it all.
“Fine, I might have cheated that day – I was in some kind of situation – but not stealing. Moreover, I gave you an assurance that the money would be made available to you but you never trusted my words. Perhaps, if you had sat your pretty ass down in your turf, you wouldn’t have met me and got ensnared in a marriage you oh so detest! ” there was mockery in father’s voice.
The camera shook as Isabella adjusted it, probably to give us a better view. Of course, why wouldn’t she want to capture this juicy moment? I better prepare a good reward for them when I return.
“I oh so detest?” Nadia picked on that. Great! My father has done it.
“I gave you my heart, body, and resources, and yet what did you do with it? Stepped on it like it was a piece of filth by cheating on me, huh? No, come on, deny it?”
At that moment, Niles’s eyes and mine met as if we had something to say but knowing it would result in a debate that might escalate to an argument, we kept mum.
It was father’s turn to explain himself.
“I’m not going to deny it. I admit that I have not been a good husband but you’re not entirely faultless either. Did you ever work hard to fight for my heart? No! You were so filled with pride that you left me to my antics!”
And damn! He was right with that one. Nadia was one prideful woman, she would rather die with her ego intact than die with it scattered.
As expected, Nadia was speechless but father was not through, “And you know what’s funny? Even though our marriage was nothing but an arrangement, I tried my best to be the husband you needed since I wasn’t crazily in love with you, but what did you do? You pushed me away with work like you’re doing right now?!”
“Fine let’s leave the past. However, you haven’t changed at all and you expect me to give you a second chance?” She glared at him with those fiery eyes, “In your dream, Valentino. I refuse to be used again!”
Father’s brows furrowed together, confusion apparent in his gaze, “What are you talking about?! “
“Angela!” the woman shouted.
And here it goes.