CHRISTY:“Raven is kind, bunny. He is career-driven,” I stated which was true. “He never had taken a woman after our break up.” “You’re defending him,” he pointed out. “I don't like it a bit.”“I’m only telling the truth.”“Let’s stop talking about him. He only makes my heart boil in anger.” He scanned his phone and went to his phonebook, intentionally letting me see what he was doing. “I am deleting your cousin’s number for your peace of mind.” He showed me his phone. “It’s already deleted.” “Why are you doing this, bunny? I told you it is no longer needed.”“I just want it.”—-----------------------Dad’s funeral was attended by prominent people in the society including his business partners. Including his wake. For the second time, I sent Ben a picture of Dad’s coffin, but he said he wouldn’t be able to make it and if he could, he would choose not to attend the funeral since there was Mom who would only create a scene when she saw my brother.“You okay?” my husband asked on my
CHRISTY:“Kitten…It’s…Oh, great. Don’t look,” Everette said. His face fell and watched me with seriousness followed by a worried expression on his face. “You’re not going to like what is happening right now. It’s better for you not to witness this.”Those were seriously not helping me at all. Curiosity kicked in, I looked at what he was watching and gasped at the scenario laid in front of us. Mom kissed the young man who could pass as my brother.I felt like my knees gave out and before I could fall on the ground, Everette steadied me.“Hey. Are you okay?”It felt like I could not feel my limbs.“Did we see the same thing, bunny? Or did my eyes play tricks on me?” He looked at me with a sad expression. “It seemed like it was, kitten. We saw the same thing. I could not believe your Mom could do that. I mean…your Dad was only buried earlier.”“So, it was true. Your Mom’s statement.”“You can deal with it when you are already fine. Right now…you can pretend that nothing happened. That
CHRISTY:Mom no longer answered. I thought she put down the phone, but when I checked, she did not. The line was still connected. Mom cleared her throat. "Oh, you saw it? I was about to tell you about it, but then you find out first,” she muttered nonchalantly. I gritted my teeth. No ounce of guilt in her voice? I never thought she could be this evil. She was not like this. "What a liar you are, Mom. you have no plans of telling me. What you are about to do is escape and who knows? Marry that gold digger? He is your sugar baby for crying out loud! He is only after your money!" I screamed, no longer having an ounce of control. Could you blame me? My own mother had betrayed her family over some bastard whom I never knew where she met. "You foolish girl! Shut your fucking mouth!" she chastised. "David would never do that. He loved me."David was his name? And she was defending him?I scoffed. "He loved you? No. You open your eyes. He loved your money. The reason you were always ask
CHRISTY:To say I was excited was an understatement. For the nth time, I'm going to meet my date whom I met at Swiped, an online dating app. Others might call me cheap for that, but I did not care. Poppy Brooks, my best friend, had been married for the second time to her billionaire husband, and I believed it was the perfect time for me to settle down.Not the billionaire thingy, but the married part. But...why did men seem elusive? I had met different kinds of men and the last one was Pedro. I thought he was the perfect partner for me, but it turned out he was two-timing me with another woman whom I did not know. I lifted my chin while pressing my lips for the fourth time. Is my lipstick not smudge? Am I beautiful? Will my date not run away upon seeing me?What if Rett preferred tall and skinny women? I was not that skinny, but voluptuous. Though I appreciated my body. A lot. "You have to get serious, Christy. Date serious men who don't only after your body and sex. Get marri
CHRISTY:Runaway bride. Billionaire jilted groom. Yes. I was Everette Watson's runaway bride. A billionaire and owned a multi-billion company where my father was also an investor. Our marriage was about a potential business marriage, but since I was a romantic fool who believed in love, I did not accept the marriage and ran away even if I risked my parent's wrath. My parents disowned me, but did not care about it thinking this was my life and I was the only one who could decide for me."You look lovely in that dress, by the way," Everette commented while devouring me. It was an overlapped v-neck red dress which I had been saving for occasions like this. The fit was perfect for my size. If he was the Rett I chatted with three months ago, I would be happy by now. But seeing him made me look like a fool.Did he even know it was me behind the screen name? Did he know it was me replying to his messages? Did I fall into Everette's trap?But I never noticed any signs that he knew me. T
CHRISTINA:Could my parents sell me to this man? I mentally shook my head. Why would I be surprised?They could. They already put me in a business marriage and selling me off was not that a big deal. For them. My parents sold me to Everette. That was clear. Was that something surprising? No. But I thought I was done being a collateral to their failures. "I...I don't believe what you are saying," I said."You want a receipt?" he challenged. "Everything is put in a contract. It was already signed. I can give you a copy."I sucked in a breath as I struggled to maintain my composure. How could my parents sell me like this? "No. Seeing your damn receipt means I trusted your lies." I stood. "I need to get to the bottom of this."Oh, come on, Christy. You don't have to investigate. You know in yourself that what Everette was telling is the truth. Your parents sold you. Period. I stood. "Let's cut any communication, Mr. Watson.""Not even wanting to listen to everything I say?" He clic
CHRISTINA:This was supposed to be a joyful day, but how come it led to this? My heart was already full of anger so that tears wouldn't come out of my eyes. It had been a couple of hours since I left our house and stayed in my car. I wanted to go to Poppy and pour my heart out, but Sebastian and her were newly made up and I did not want to become a burden to them. If I had known I had such kind of parents' I would have never been born."You're fat. Do some exercise," I remember Mom said upon seeing how my clothes no longer fit. I had an additional half pound on my weight and she already said I was fat, though there was nothing wrong with being fat."Wear some bangs. You have a huge forehead," she said another time.I never remember her praising me for being good. For excelling in my academics. All she was focused on was my physical appearance and how I was different from my peers who were already marrying billionaire husbands.Mom did not know how to show affection to us, nor did
CHRISTY:“You know what? Why don’t we choose somewhere where we can talk freely?” Everette suggested while looking somewhere else except me. Talk anywhere? And where the heck was that? I no longer trusted this man. I shook my head. “No. I like it here.”“Here?”“Why? Is there something wrong with this place?”He was about to say something but stopped. “Why don’t you answer my question, Mr. Watson?”A smile slowly spread across his face, making my heart jump.Damn.I did not like seeing his smiles causing my heart to flip like crazy. Whenever he smiled, it looked like the world brightened. “If you cannot give me the answer, then I won’t be—”“What do you want to hear?” he inquired, cutting off my words. “The truth. What else?” I asked with a dah gone. “What will you get from this business marriage? Hmm. Of course, you will be having a husband like me. Handsome. Powerful. Rich.” “You’re too full of yourself.”“I'm plainly telling the truth.”Well, he had a point. He was indeed ha