Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
He glared at Annie who was unaware of the fact that she almost signed her death certificate had Cecil fallen. Emerald was ready to protect his woman and their baby. God helps anyone who dares to touch a single hair on her body.
“Is it really you?” The girl pulled back, shifting Cecil’s hair away from her face to get a clear view of her features, “You don’t look bad,”
“You too,” Cecil didn’t know how to behave around her siblings; it was eighteen years lost between them.
“I’ve seen your progress over the years,” the woman gushed out amid tears, and secretly whispered into her ears, “I’m a huge fan of your work. Your designs make up eighty percent of my wardrobe,”
Cecil was dumbfounded, her elder sister has been following her? Unbelievable. Doesn’t this mean she was one of her top buyers? Cecil had a lot of VIP customers, so she couldn’t tell if any of the Annies’ was her sister. Even if there was one, she was sure her sister wouldn’t go with her real name in fear of their father finding out.
You see, when their father chased her off, he had threatened to disown anyone that attempts to communicate with her as well – their mother was not left out.
Although her mother had secretly sent her enough money to take care of herself, she had ended all communication with her at that point – her marriage with her husband was more important. Well, Cecil couldn’t blame her, Vincent gave her no choice. Vincent, was, of course, more of an authoritative figure in the family than a father and a husband. His word was the law and final.
“Sister,” another voice came from from the side and Cecil winced internally. Here, comes Mrs perfect and the least of the sister she was comfortable with.
Erica was their father’s replica, both appearance and characterwise. She was daddy’s perfect daughter since she sucked up to him and worshiped the very ground the man steps on. And of course, she was their father’s favorite child, because she’s the only one who “listens” to him – so he claims.
“I’m so glad you’re here, sister,” Erica embraced her.
“Are you sure?” Cecil was tempted to say but swallowed back her words. This was not the time to cause trouble. Even if trouble were to come, she would not be the first one to set it off.
“Thanks, I’m glad to see you too,” Cecil faked a smile to her as soon as they broke away.
“Mother,” Cecil noticed the figure who came up to her immediately, “You’ve aged,” was the only word that she could mutter before they ran into each there’s embrace.
Out of everyone in the family, her mother was the only person she had truly missed. Cecil could remember the day she left, how much her mother had begged for their unforgiving father to change his mind. But the man turned her back to her. No mercy at all.
“Thank God, you’re safe,” Her mother cried on her shoulder, hugging her so tight she fought for breath.
Cecil had sworn she wouldn’t cry here – especially with Fernandez present – but at that moment, her tears welled up and she couldn’t help it anymore.
“Mother,”
A dam was broken and Cecil realized how much she had longed for her presence. Craved for her family – with the good and the bad. She had been an outcast all these years. All alone. It was just her. And Pedro.
“My poor daughter,” the woman framed Cecil’s face with her palm, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let you leave all by yourself. I should have gone with you,”
“You did what you thought was right,” Cecil understood. Vincent was her husband. Her life.
Suddenly, her mother’s eyes drifted to the side and landed on Pedro. Cecil followed her gaze and saw it rest on her son. Her mother’s expression was mixed and complicated; it was filled with guilt, awe, and confusion.
She turned to Cecil with wide eyes, “Is that the …. “
“Yeah, he’s my son,” the child that had caused her to be cast away from the family. Yeah, it was him – her world.
“Oh my God,” The woman gasped as the realization of her grandson standing right in front of her dawned on her. Her shaking hands flew to her mouth and she took slow steps towards him.
Pedro was unnerved by the number of eyes scrutinizing him – including his so-called father. Not that he glanced Fernandez’s way anyway. But then, the older woman staring right at him was giving him the most discomfort. It was almost as if he was a historical artifact on display, ready to be auctioned off.
“Hi, g-grann….” Pedro was about to address her when the woman pulled him into a sudden hug and God! He couldn’t breathe – almost as if she wanted to merge with his body.
“He’s so grown-up” the woman felt her grandson’s face scrupulously, ” And he looks so much like….” a sudden crease appeared on the woman’s face as she stared at Pedro and slowly turned back to Fernandez who was smug.
Cecil took in a shaky breath, knowing her mother had found out. It was so obvious; Pedro took after Fernandez completely. The same shade of blonde hair, blue eyes, curve of his lips and nose – nothing was taken from Cecil’s gene appearance-wise.
Her mother was tongue-tied, “How is this -“
“Are we going to entertain your tears for the rest of the day?” interrupted the one and only Vincent with a stern look.
“Father,” Cecil greeted.
The third point of view:
“Father,”
The instant their eyes met, sparks flew. Everyone could see the imaginary electricity crackling between their faze. None of them were willing to bow.
Her father was still the same; stubborn and unyielding. But so was she – at least acquired over the years. Today, no one would intimidate her, she was ready for all.
“Who is he?” was his question, which sounded more like an order.
“My Fiancé, got any problem with that?” her tone suggested a brewing war. Cecil was definitely not here to sulk up to her father. She feared him. No longer.
At the mention of “Fiancé,” Emerald noticed the way Fernandez blanched – he was thrown off by the revelation. He didn’t expect that.
“He had the nerve to come here,” the giant fumed inwardly. The only reason he had dragged Fernandez off that seat and bashed him against the wall was because of her parents. Although Emerald didn’t hold Cecil’s family in high esteem – they failed her, hence they failed him as well – he had to make a good first impression.
This was why he should have killed Fernandez that day. Dead men do not disturb nor attempt to try their luck. Yes, this was Fernandez trying the best of luck to usurp his position in Cecil’s life – as if that would work. After this meeting, he and Fernandez would have a long talk – Cecil doesn’t have to know about that one.
“Gosh, congratulations, sister!” Erica appeared to be happy and Cecil was almost deceived by that gesture until she added, “By the way, what does he do for a living?”
Cecil’s head whipped around so fast, her neck popped, and glared at that idiot. Who does that?
“Why are you so interested in what my man does for a living?” She fired at her sister.
“Why are you being so serious, sister?” Erica chuckled, tugging her hair behind her ear, “I just wanted to know about my brother-in-law’s occupation so I can help him out in the future,”
That pretender! Why doesn’t she just admit she wants to mock her for choosing someone below their family’s standard. Cecil saw through her trick.
“Don’t worry, he doesn’t need your help. And mind you, he’s not your brother in law,”