Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“What?”
“I’m not a member of this family, remember?” Cecil threw that fact on their faces.
“Sister, don’t say that,” Erica chose to speak even when everyone remained mum – they knew they were guilty.
“No matter what, you still have Vincent’s blood running through your veins notwithstanding what you did,” She tactically informed everyone in the room of her ugly past.
“Shut up,” Emerald said to everyone’s shock
“What? Me?” Erica pointed to her chest unsure.
“If I tell you my occupation would that shut your trap up?”?Emerald’s gaze was dark and stern, causing fear to leap into Erica’s heart unconsciously.
Why does that man seem scary? Erica reasoned inwardly. She only wanted to keep her sister in her place. There was no way in hell Cecil would come out from God knows where to steal her place in the family now. She has worked so hard for her father – she deserved a great proportion of their father’s inheritance.
The truth was that Erica had always been jealous of her sister, Cecil. Unlike them, Cecil had always been the free-spirited one amongst them – always doing what she loved notwithstanding their father’s opinion.
Amid her mistakes, their father was always easy on her and seemed to grab the man’s attention and fury without effort. Unlike her, who had to work her ass to impress her and get her father’s attention.
“What are you doing?” Cecil was about to stop him, but he was already gone.
Erica took a step back when Emerald strode over to her with his towering height. For a moment there, with that dark look in his eyes, she had thought the giant would hit her or something. But to her utmost surprise, he simply reached for her hand and placed a card in it, gave her a long stare before heading over to Cecil’s brow.
With furrowed brows, Erica fearfully glanced down at the card and her eyes almost popped out from shock.
Her lips trembled, “H-hoe is this possible? You’re the vice president….”
Cecil stared suspiciously at Emerald, what had he given to the proud Erica to make her this shocked.
As if sensing her inner turmoil, Emerald leaned down and whispered into her ears, “Don’t worry about a thing, your man is full of surprises,”
Cecil rolled her eyes, amused.
The truth was that apart from being in a mafia, Emerald was the vice president of whatever company Sakuzi made up for him. And yes, that was a real company.
In common people’s eyes, they run a legitimate business – only a few knew the real business the Sakuzi’s engaged in. Those legal businesses were just a front to cover up what they really did in the secret.
Emerald noticed the secret glance Vincent and Fernandez’s passed each other and from that only, he surmised that the idiot might have told the old hag he was a gangster.
Fools, he laughed inwardly. If only Cecil would give him an order, he would eliminate them both in just one night. The world was better off without them anyway.
“That’s enough!” Vincent boomed, “Sit. All of you,”
Everyone obeyed.
Emerald sat directly across from Fernandez, their eyes meeting briefly before the son of a bastard looked away, while Pedro was sandwiched between his future father and mother. With that protective position, he knew they were protecting him from his creep of a father – not that he needed it, but thanks anyway.
“I’m sure you know why you are,” Vincent told her.
Cecil retorted, “Quite funny because I wonder why I was summoned here,”
“Don’t test my patience Cecil,” Vincent warned his daughter, who was slowly getting on his nerves.
“You were the one who invaded my personal space, father,” she said with heavy sarcasm, “So If anyone here should be pissed, that should be,” She added, “Now, why am I here, father?”
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The third point of view:
“Why did you summon Cecil here, darling?” Cecil’s mother was the person to ask this time.
It had taken them all by surprise when Vincent suddenly announced their long-gone daughter would be home for a visit. At first, it had pained the woman that Cecil wasn’t here to reclaim back her position as a Vincent but a simple visitation, but then she had to make do with the man’s decision. Since her husband allowed her a visit, there was a high chance he might revoke his disownment edict.
As usual, her husband kept the reason for Cecil’s visit from her like he always does. The woman wasn’t bothered by that but suspicion grew in her heart, how could Cecil’s son look like Fernandez? Didn’t he claim the son wasn’t his? Could it be that her daughter had been accused wrongly from the very start?
“I summoned you here,” Vincent began, “To explain to us the reason you kept Fernandez’s son away from him for eighteen years,”
Although Cecil had an inkling she was going to be the center of discussion, it still made her blood boil when the issue was brought up. How dare they? How dare he?
“What?!” The rest of the family members were shocked by the revelation.
“Sister!” Erica was the one who spoke up, “This is crazy? Do you know how long Fernandez has been trying for a male child? Yet, all this while you kept his son – aah!”
No one saw it coming, all they knew was that Erica was talking and the next they knew, a shoe was hurled at her face.
“Shut. Your. Trap!” Cecil was up on her feet, chest heaving and glaring down at her elder sister who had a stunned expression.
Erica’s lips were busted from the shoe thrown at her with her eyes wild; she never imagined Cecil would do that. The Cecil they knew was always meek and naive and adored her sisters. This crazy woman wasn’t their sister.
“Cecil!” Both mother and the eldest sister Annie were astonished. Was this their cultured daughter and sister? What happened to her?
If only they knew pregnancy hormones helped to bring out Cecil’s wild side.
Even Vincent and Fernandez were taken aback by her outburst. This was the first time they were seeing this side of her.
Meanwhile, Emerald chuckled at the side. He wasn’t ready to stop her from releasing her pent-up anger and frustration. His job was to make sure his wife was protected and supported while she bullied whoever she wanted.
“Who do you think you are? How dare you judge me?!” Cecil yelled, chest heaving as she loomed over Erica, and for the second time, fear entered Erica’s eyes. These couples were a crazy pair.
“Cecil, sit down!” Vincent commanded, his own anger rolling out.