Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“You must still be tired, have some more rest. We still have enough time before your show tonight,” Alex mistook her sigh as exhaustion.
Anabelle was frustrated the more, why was everyone treating her like a baby? She was about to scream in an outburst when something hit her. She turned to Alex sharply,” How did you know I had a show tonight?”
“Boss, keeps a tab on you,” Was his expression.
“And?” Her expression turned hopeful.
“And he was hopeful to get to the show tonight which was why he left early for his business,” Alex answered with a smile. Women were so easy to please.
At once, the scowl on Anabelle’s face vanished, replaced by a boom. Julie was coming to her show? She was so happy. Oh, God! She had to prepare.
“I need to go! ” Anabelle was in a hurry. She had to get home and pick the rest of her things.
“Like this?” Alex gestured to her appearance.
“Oh,” Anabelle giggled sheepishly, finally realizing she had not observed her morning ritual.
Alex only shook his head and gave her the privacy she needed. Although he smiled on his way down, hoping to God that the couples lasted.
Something must be wrong with her, Anabelle wondered as she kept giggling and talking to herself in the bathroom.
She was just so happy. She and Julie hadn’t had much time lately to spend time with each other, hence this was good news to her. Anabelle already had plans of what they would do together.
When she was done, Alex was there to take her back home. Anabelle didn’t even have breakfast as she was just happy and couldn’t wait for the sun to go down so the show could begin and she would dazzle Julie on the runway.
However, reality dawned on Anabelle as soon as she got home. She had slept over at Julie’s place and her father was still somewhat strict about the both of them. Eden wouldn’t do anything to her but the look in his eyes was something she would like to avoid. Her father was still not used to the fact that her baby girl – Anabelle – was no longer his alone.
So Anabelle shooed all the servants away and planned to tiptoe out of the foyer when Camille came into view saying, “The way you’re sneaking in, one would think that you’re a burglar instead of entering your father’s house,”
Anabelle groaned, she was caught.
Camille had a bowl in her grip and she told Anabelle, “Come to the dining and have breakfast,”
“I’m not hungry…”
Anabelle was still saying when she met Camille’s expression and gulped.
She paraphrased at once, “Yes mom,” hightailing it to the dining room.
Camille was frightening at times. She should have been a major general in the military because her gaze alone was enough to make a man pee in his pants. Anabelle suddenly feared for her father, Eden.
Anabelle felt her father’s stare on her as soon as she made it to the dining. She wanted to cringe, she might currently be independent but inwardly Anabelle was still daddy’s girl – She was still not used to sleeping with her boyfriend behind daddy’s back.
“Goodmorning father,” She greeted him, refusing to meet his gaze. It was embarrassing.
“You were not home last night, ” Eden said, then gulped down his water.
“Yes, I had to see Julie. The nature of my work makes it incredibly hard for us to meet so I made an appointment yesternight,” she summoned all her courage to say that.
“Hmmm, an appointment?” Eden hummed.
“Yes,” Anabelle said, picking on her food.
Camille didn’t say anything, letting father and daughter continue with their awkward conversation.
“So, when is Julie planning on having an appointment with us?” Eden inquired.
“What?” Anabelle didn’t understand him.
Eden frowned at her, “Aren’t you both planning on getting married?”
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The third point of view:
“NO!”
Akim was rejected even before he could bring up the topic.
“You’re not going anywhere, not to talk of bringing Jasmine along with you,” Emily rejected Akim firmly before he could protest.
Emily had been in their private chamber when their son, prince Akim came up to them with the suggestion of going to the food festival in Lincolnshire.
She was not against him attending the festival since they were having it in the palace, but he was wrong – Akim wanted to leave the palace. He wanted to celebrate the festival outside their palace grounds with his sister, Jasmine.
It wasn’t enough he was attempting a suicide journey, he wanted to drag her other child into it as well? No, she was not going to let that happen. Emily refused to lose her children over a petty request! No, she would keep them safe.
“We won’t be out there all night and we’d be dressed like the commoners, no one would recognize us,” He added sarcastically, “As if they even know what I look like anyway?”
After the war with the rebels, he was almost shut out from the outside world. It wasn’t until five years ago that he was introduced to the outside through schooling. Even with that, the citizens of Lincolnshire hardly know what their prince looks like.
Akim was attending a private school owned by the royal family and no one dared to take a picture of him, it was a severe crime; the perpetrator would be given fifty lashes of cane. Hence, no one needed to be told twice about taking a photo of him. He could even count the number of times he made a formal appearance on air.
Although there were still some daredevils who dared to take a photo of him, before they could share it, the efficient bodyguards sprang into action and captured them. They were set as an example and the others learned their lesson aka keep their distance from him.
Akim was as lonely as shit, his bodyguards were always beside him, even in class. Their presence was always with him that it felt as if he developed a second skin, he could feel them everywhere. It was overwhelming and suffocating. He wished he could breathe, even if for a second.
Thanks to their intimidating appearance, he got no friends. Well, just one, Maxwell, but he was popularly called Max. He was the only one brave enough to engage him in a conversation and make him feel.. human.