Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
A smile curled Allison’s lips and it took her everything not to jump and scream in excitement. However, she knew better than to bother her mother while she worked. Hence the girl did silent jubilation.
“Alright, come here,” Anabelle beckoned her over without hesitation, “Look into the camera and give me a sexy pout,” She pushed out her lips enticingly and her younger sister looked carefully before copying her posture.
“Yes, good!” She took a shot
“Another one,”
And just like that, the both of them spend their time, engrossed with their shooting that they didn’t even notice when Eden arrived.
Eden sighed, shaking his head piteously, “And this is why I never wish to be a woman even in my next life,”
“Daddy!” Allison’s eyes shone like the lights on a Christmas tree, she rushed over to her father.
Eden caught his daughter midway, almost stumbling back in the process – she was heavier than he thought. He carried his daughter in his arms, a look of admiration in his eyes.
“Did you miss daddy?”
“Of course,” Allison pouted, eyes teary, “I missed you so much I almost had thoughts of hijacking the chopper and come to see you,”
“Thank God, you didn’t,” Eden was dead serious. He didn’t even dare to imagine the scene. On the bright side, he was blessed with obedient kids, unlike his cousin’s crazy ones.
Eden ruffled her hair playfully, “Don’t worry, daddy’s here now,”
Anabelle watched the interaction between her father and Allison with pleasure and a tinge of jealousy. She used to be the one her father adored, but now, all the attention was fixed on her sister. Well, what was she expecting? She is a grown-up now. But then, she couldn’t help but miss those days.
Her eyes connected with her father’s and the man beamed, “Anabelle,” He was happy to see her. It warmed her heart.
“You came?” Eden hugged his other daughter tight. He knew how much it took him to let Anabelle go and pursue her dreams. It had been quite hard.
For half of his life, it had been just him and Anabelle before Camille, and then, Allison. He was supposed to have more time with her, but then, children grow up too fast. And like the phases of life, it was time to let go.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I return home? If it was possible to live with you forever, you know I wouldn’t hesitate to do so. ” But then she couldn’t. She had to start her own life.
“Yeah, I know,” Eden smiled wryly, tightening his hug as if she would vanish if he dared let go.
But then, someone snorted by the corner.
“This is why you shouldn’t have two daughters, they snatch all of your husband’s affection and the poor wife is left with nothing,” Camille complained with a straight face.
Anabelle turned to the woman who still was glancing through her papers as if nothing happened. If it wasn’t for her comment, one wouldn’t even know that she’s jealous.
Eden was amused, he let go of Anabelle and made his way over to his jealous wife.
But then, even when Eden stood before her, Camille only acknowledged him with a simple, “Welcome,” nothing else. No hug. Nothing. He knew instantly she was green-eyed.
“Just that?” Eden’s brows arched questioningly, a smile tugging his lips. He was teasing her.
Camille took off her reading glasses, “What else were you expecting?” She challenged him.
“This,” Eden said and took the document from her hand while the other wrapped around her neck as he leaned down and kissed her.
Anabelle’s jaw dropped, those two!
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Bless this shameless author with your golden ticket ????
The third point of view:
Anabelle was treated to a minute of her parent’s “onslaught” and the first thing that came to mind was to cover Alison’s eyes. Her sister was too young to be corrupted.
However, when her parents finally ended their passionate kissing and she took off her hands, the grin on Allison’s face told Anabelle the girl knew more than she thought. It seems her parent’s public display of affection was a daily occurrence.
The next minute was spent with her father Eden trying to woo their mother. With the way their parents were enamored with each other, Anabelle had thought they would have more children, but then, here they are with only Allison.
Anabelle knew it was Camille’s doing, she didn’t want more children and Eden respected her decision. So romantic! She hoped she and Julie would be as happy as her parents.
Speaking of Julie, why hasn’t he called her? She just hoped he wasn’t somewhere doing shady business – she had told him to quit that. Fine, she would find him after this.
“By the way, why aren’t you at school, Allison?” It finally crossed Eden’s mind, “Today’s Friday, isn’t it?”
At once, Alison gulped, fidgeting with her hands nervously. She looked towards Anabelle as if asking for help – a look Anabelle noticed.
“Why don’t you ask your daughter, Anabelle?” Camille did not help out either.
“I wanted to spend the rest of the day with my sister. Do you think it was easy for a top star like me to clear her schedule?” said Anabelle with deep pride.
She had gotten to this level of success with her endeavor and effort unlike what people said. The Sparks princess was born with a silver spoon. They whined their mouth without proof. Nor did it help matters that her father and his wife, had the industry in the palms of their hands.
But then, what could she do? How was it her fault she was born a Sparks? Her family’s name might have boosted her career, but she worked hard for it. She was good at what she does and that’s the reason she was highly sorted and chosen over the others.
“Top star my butt,” Camille snorted a derisory reply. She then faced her, arms folded across her chest, “Hey, you unfilial daughter, until when are you planning on ending things with your management and sign into my agency?”
Her father’s head whipped around to her and he asked her accusingly, “My little pumpkin, didn’t you promise to sign into my own agency?”
Anabelle scratched the back of her head awkwardly, this was one of the reasons she was avoiding coming here. Honestly, Anabelle didn’t want to sign into either of her parent’s companies even though they were at the top of the food chain.
Getting signed into her parent’s corporation would only solidify the fact her success was from her parents. She wanted to be independent and be recognized for her hard work and brand.
“My contract with them isn’t over yet,” was the only pathetic excuse Anabelle could come up with. She didn’t know how to reject her parents.