The Davidson Family

STEFFANO's POV

“Ahhhh, I’m coming, Steffan! Ohhh!”

I shook my head at the woman’s loud moans as she rode me. I grabbed my glass of whiskey and downed it while watching her play with her breasts right in front of me.

I grew bored of what she was doing, so I pushed her away and turned her around.

“Ahhh!” she screamed as I thrusted hard and fast into her.

I frowned and covered her mouth. At first, I used to enjoy how loud she was whenever we had sex, but now, I was sick of the noise.

I slapped her ass hard and squeezed my eyes shut as a memory flashed through my mind.

She declined my offer? One billion, and she doesn’t want it? She’s getting married? And so? I don’t fcking care about that!

“Ahhh! Y-you’re hurting me, Stef. I—I can’t breathe!”

When I opened my eyes, I cursed as I realized my hand was already wrapped around Ava’s neck. I growled as I reached my climax, that woman’s face filling my thoughts.

I pulled away from Ava immediately, hearing her cough. I removed the condom, heavy with what I had released, and tossed it into the trash. 

More still spilled from me, and Ava tried to kneel down to catch it—but I shoved her away. She fell hard onto the bed.

“Argh! What’s wrong with you, Steffano?” she said as she stood, rubbing her reddened neck.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and massaged my aching head, irritated by her shrill voice. 

I stood up and got dressed.

“Oh my God! You’re leaving? But it’s still early—”

I pulled out a box from my suit and threw it onto the bed. I shook my head when I saw her eyes light up.

“What’s this? A c-card?” she said, wide-eyed as she took out the bank card inside.

“I put five million on that card. I slept with you five times, right? Go buy whatever you want, Ava—”

She threw the card back at me and stormed over. “My name is not Ava! It’s Eva! And what? A million per sex? What do you think I am, a paid woman? I dated you because I like you—”

“Cut the crap. We’re done, Ava.”

“No! I turned down a marriage proposal from a senator, and you’re just going to dump me?! I chose you, Steffano! You have to take responsibility—oh my gosh!” she screamed, collapsing in front of me when I pulled out the gun hidden in my suit.

“When I say it’s over, it’s over. Don’t mess with me, Evangeline Scott. You don’t know me that well. I can pull this trigger and—bam—you’re gone. As if you never existed in this world. You like that?”

“N-no…” I saw her trembling, and strangely, that excited me more than her performance earlier.

“Goodbye. Since I scared you, I would add another one million to that card. Enjoy your shopping.”

When I stepped outside, I immediately tossed the fake gun to Elias.

“Any update on Marchessa?”

“Boss, he’s still being stubborn. He won’t agree to a hundred million. He wants five hundred for the land Ynares wants.”

I nodded. “Is that so? Then plan B. Find his mistress and bring her to me. He wants more? Too bad, he’s going to take less than what I offered.”

“Yes, boss!” he said, snapping a salute.

I turned to Israel. “The thing I asked you to do, any updates?”

He nodded and handed me his phone. A slow, satisfied smile curved my lips when I saw the photos on the screen.

You’re getting married? Let’s see if that will really happen, Rebecca.

“I want more pictures. If possible, videos. Even better.”

*

“I DON’T WANT TO! I don’t want to drink that! It tastes awful!”

“Oh my dear, if you don’t drink this, you’ll be taken to the doctor again and you’ll get another injection. Don’t say I didn’t warn you—”

“Stephie, just drink your medicine so we can sleep already. Tomorrow, I’ll let you watch Barbie. Deal?” Savvy said.

“No deal! I don’t want to!”

I sighed and entered my princess’s room. “What’s all the commotion about?”

“Dad!” Savvy called and hurried toward me.

I lifted him up right away and ruffled his hair. “It’s late. You still have an exam with Teacher Marie tomorrow, don’t you?”

“That’s easy, Dad. I can handle it. Stephie just won’t drink her medicine. She’s been giving Grandma Glo a hard time.”

I put him down and looked at Grandma Glo, who gave me a helpless smile. “Your princess is having another episode.”

I smiled and held her shoulder. “Put Savvy to bed, Grandma. I’ll take care of Stephie.”

“Alright then. I’ll leave her to you.”

I took off my suit and lay down beside my princess, who had her back to me and was buried under her comforter.

“Princess Stephanie, what’s wrong? Didn’t I tell you that you need to drink your medicine so you won’t have trouble breathing again? And so you can get better?”

I pulled the blanket away and froze when I saw the picture in her hand. 

My jaw tightened, anger surging in my chest at the woman in that photo. I wanted to grab it and tear it to pieces, but I forced myself to calm down.

“You said Mommy is coming home. You said I’d get better. But I didn’t. I still can’t run. I can’t even play for long with Savvy. You’re a liar, Daddy!” she sobbed.

The anger in my chest melted away. I lifted my daughter into my arms. 

“Sweetheart, has Daddy ever broken a promise to you? Your Mommy is coming back. But you need to be a good girl. How will you get better if you don’t take your medicine?”

She looked up at me and touched my cheek. “When will that be, Daddy?”

I smiled and gently pinched her cheek. “Soon, princess. Very, very soon.”

I’ll do everything in my power to get that woman.

“So please do Daddy a favor—stop being stubborn and listen to Grandma Glo. Okay?”

She bowed her head and nodded. “Okay, Daddy. I’m sorry if I made you sad.”

I kissed her forehead and picked up her medicine. “Do you want me to read your favorite fairytale?”

She nodded with a smile and hugged me.

“…and they lived happily ever after.”

I closed the book and gently stroked my daughter’s cheek as she slept. My gaze drifted to the picture she was clutching tightly.

Why did they even see that damned photo?

Why wasn’t it thrown away?

I cursed myself for my own stupidity.

“Any update, Doctor Clinton?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Davidson. Unfortunately—”

“Damn it! How big of a donation do I still need to give your hospital just to find my daughter a heart?! It’s been three months!”

“Mr. Davidson, we’re doing everything we can. Rest assured, Stephie is our top priority for a heart transplant. As soon as we find a compatible donor, we will update you—”

“You haven’t done everything! Do something! I don’t care how expensive the heart my daughter needs is!”

I hurled the glass in my hand against the wall and collapsed onto the bed.

Rebecca Watson… I need you.