Troublemaker ex

Christabel's POV

“Is everything okay, Andre?” I found myself asking as I walked closer to him. It bothered me that he was not telling me anything.

Well, I wouldn't tell me anything if I were him. I'm a new person in his life and it must be pretty hard trusting people. I don't trust people either.

“Fine. Nothing to bother your pretty head with, Belle.”

He tapped my head, placed a kiss on my cheek and walked away. I was sad, I already knew he wasn't going to tell me anything so I wondered why I was not happy about it.

This is not a familiar feeling, it was entirely different from what I felt when he told me he loved me.

I went back to my room and just as I set my foot inside, my phone rang. I have nobody, so my phone was just for my former work.

The number calling me looked unfamiliar and I contemplated whether to pick it or not. What if it was the guy that called my Andre? Am I not moving too fast by calling him mine? Whatever.

“You must have something important to tell me if you're calling me over and over again, despite not picking your call or returning the call either.” I said when I picked the call after the third time they called.

“And you, my dear, have a lot of nerves for someone who was in the gutters one minute and in a mansion the next.” The person on the other side of the call giggled right after.

Instantly, I recognized that voice and the next thing I did was to squeal loudly and sit down because we are going to have some long talk.

“Hello, ride or die” We said in unison and a small smile found its way to my face.

Vivian and I have known each other since our days at the orphanage. She was one of the mean girls but we connected instantly so, even when she was unnecessarily mean to others, she was extremely nice to me.

Vivian is what people call a best friend but we don't do that. We call ourselves ride or die bitches because when she said she'd be my ride or die, she took it literally.

“Girlllllll, how did you get that billionaire daddy?”

I laughed. Knowing Vivian, she's probably going to shag another rich old man tonight and she's probably calling to ask for some info about my husband. Or maybe she wants a young loving billionaire.

“I don't know,” I sighed.

I really don't know how I landed this man. I still wonder what happened on the day I signed the contract because everything seems blurry.

“Moreover, how did you get to know?” I asked her to which she replied that Joan already told everyone that I was sleeping around and I pinned my bastard baby on his uncle because he's a billionaire and I'm dirt poor.

I burst into laughter as she said this. Joan is really stooping so low and I don't mind going even lower.

“You know what he said to his guys? He told them you are a gold digger and your greatest pleasure is reaping where you did not sow and it was obvious that he was bad mouthing you because you moved on too quickly.”

We burst into a fit of laughter. What was I expecting from a man with a nasty attitude? I expected nothing less from Joan.

He had always been like that, even in our relationship. What I saw in him that piqued my interest is something I'll never understand.

Despite the fact that he cheated on me in our relationship, I still loved him and was devoted to him.

“Well I am happy for you. Your nephew in-law isn't all that big of a problem as he makes himself to be. Let your husband know if Joan tries to do anything to you.”

I agreed with her. I will not take any form of insults because I am now his Aunt. Hopefully this doesn't get into my head.

Vivian and I talked for a while and she told me she already put a lock on her old life of sleeping with old men for their money and has started working in a restaurant as a chef.

I was so happy for her because it has always been her dream. After a few minutes of sharing information about our lives, we decided to meet up very soon and on that note, we ended the call.

At the dining table later that evening, Andre made me sit right beside him and Joan on his left hand side. We ate quietly until Joan suddenly stood up.

“What is it again, Joan?” Andre asked, dropping his spoon and looking at Joan whose stare could burrow my skin.

“Well I can't eat with this bitch. Can she eat elsewhere?”

Andre scoffed and was about to reply to him when I did.

“I mean, the house is so big and luckily for you, we have three dining halls. You can choose not to eat here actually.” I responded just after I took a sip of the orange fruit drink in front of me.

“We?! WE?! None of the things in this house are yours, you gold digger!” He spat at me and faced Andre whose expression changed already.

“Uncle, you know what her favorite tool is? It's a fu****g shovel because she's a fu****g golddigger!”

Andre looked at him and calmly responded “She’s my wife so everything in this house belongs to her. Treat her with respect or I call your parents to get you out of my house. You know my brother shouldn't know I'm housing you or feeding you? Don't make me tell him.”

That must have sealed the deal as Joan sat down and sighed. He mumbled a few words that sounded like he was cursing me but do I care? I wouldn't be Christabel if I cared about what he said.

On the other hand, Andre’s left hand reached out to mine under the dining table and this, in a very subtle manner, comforted me. I felt like someone was on my side, something Joan or any other man never made me feel.

Would I be able to contain myself and not tell him just yet that I love him? I doubt this.

His fingers trailed my thigh and in a very slow manner, gilded upwards. I was scared I'd let out a moan and Joan would catch us but do I care if this happens? Absolutely not!

I was running as someone chased me with a knife down the hallway. I couldn't look back because I was so sure that if I did, they would catch up with me and stab me.

I fell down and they flipped me over and the person turned out to be Joan. A sinister smile rested on his lips as he raised the knife up to stab me.

“Noooooo!” I jolted awake and I found myself in an unknown environment. For a moment, it was all not too familiar. Where am I? Did Joan kidnap me?

All of these questions soon got an answer when I looked at the person beside me. Andre. He was sleeping so peacefully, I would have thought his life was this peaceful if I wasn't there when he received the call.

I placed a kiss on his forehead, exited his room and made my way to the kitchen. I was about to open the refrigerator when Joan appeared out of nowhere.

“What are you doing here, filthy wh**e?” he asked, leaning on the refrigerator.

I rolled my eyes as this was his major move: the silly move he did that made me fall in love with him.

“Getting water. What did you think I was doing?”