I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father
Chapter 160: Elegantly Wrapped Box

Chapter 160: Elegantly Wrapped Box

The echo of Brett’s angry departure still hung in the air of Sutton’s opulent apartment. The silence that followed was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the volatile energy that had just filled the room. Her shaky knees gave way and she slid down the wall where Brett had slammed her, a slight ache throbbing in her throat, but her expression remained resolute. She felt absolutely no remorse for the lies she had told, no guilt for the manipulation she had employed. Only a burning frustration that her carefully crafted plan had begun to unravel.

Her mind drifted back to the past, a time of reckless abandon and calculated moves. She remembered the heady thrill of juggling three very and mostly inexperienced men, all younger than her, all vying for her attention, all unknowingly connected through her.

Levi, with his quiet intensity and undeniable charm. He had easily been her first choice, she had envisioned a life where she would be by his side ruling the world; Chris, with his steady loyalty and unwavering devotion had been like a puppy, constantly on her heels and desperate for attention. She had felt high off his adoration and had been unable to resist playing with and breaking his heart.

And Brett, Brett with his burning ambition and insatiable desire had been the oldest of the boys and her real favorite. His roughness and the callous way he treated her had been like an aphrodisiac, Sutton rarely met boys who did not instantly fall in love with her, so Brett had been a challenge. Pity he was just an illegitimate son, he would have been the perfect one for her.

She recalled the clandestine meetings, the whispered promises, the carefully constructed narratives that had kept her secret safe for so long. She had been young, beautiful, ambitious, and determined to secure her future, and she had seen these men as pawns in her game, tools to be used and discarded as needed.

A faint smile played on her lips as she remembered the power she had wielded, the control she had exerted over their lives, the thrill of playing with them all without their knowledge. She had felt no guilt, no moral conflict. She had simply been doing what she needed to do to survive, to thrive in a world that often favored men over women.

Her thoughts drifted to Brandon, her son. He had been the ultimate prize, the culmination of her carefully laid plans. She had chosen Levi as the father, not out of love, but out of calculation. Levi was the legitimate heir, the one who would inherit the Van Doren fortune. By attaching Brandon to him, she had ensured her son’s future, securing his place in the upper echelons of society.

But now, her carefully constructed world was crumbling. Levi had discovered the truth, Brett’s carefully laid plans had been exposed, and her carefully crafted narrative was falling apart.

A wave of anger washed over her, replacing the fleeting moment of nostalgic satisfaction. She had come so close. She had been on the verge of achieving everything that she had ever wanted. But now, it was all slipping through her fingers.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She refused to accept defeat. She wouldn’t let her plans be thwarted. She would find another way, another strategy to achieve her ambitions. She had come too far to give up now.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp knock on her door. The sudden intrusion startled her, breaking her train of thought. A frown creased her brow. She was not expecting any visitors.

With a sigh of annoyance, she got up and walked towards the door, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. She yanked the door open, ready to unleash her frustration on whoever dared to disturb her and her face blanched as she took a shaky step back.

*

Brooke was sprawled across the plush velvet sofa in her room, idly flipping through a magazine, when the intercom rang.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Miss, there is someone with a package for you at the front door." The housekeeper said.

Brooke hurriedly went out of her room and down the stairs, the delivery man stood at the door, holding out a clipboard and a pen. Brooke quickly signed for the package, a large, elegantly wrapped box tied with a satin ribbon. After the delivery man left, she dragged the package inside, her curiosity piqued.

Lottie, who had been in her roo, emerged, drawn by the sound of Brooke coming down the stairs. "What’s that?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the large box.

"I don’t know," Brooke replied, examining the package. There was no return address, only her name and the house address.

Together, they carefully untied the ribbon and peeled back the layers of wrapping paper. Inside, nestled in layers of tissue paper, was a stunning couture dress. It was a breathtaking creation of shimmering fabric and intricate detailing, clearly a designer piece.

Brooke gasped, her eyes widening in awe. She carefully lifted the dress from the box, holding it up to admire its exquisite craftsmanship.

"Oh my goodness," Lottie breathed, her eyes filled with admiration. "It is absolutely beautiful."

As Brooke examined the dress, she noticed two small, elegant envelope tucked into the folds of the tissue paper. She carefully opened one of them and pulled out a card. It had the details of a seamstress who would help with fittings incase the dress was not exactly her size.

The other envelope had a handwritten note which read:

My dearest daughter,

I know that your birthday is still a couple of months away, but I wanted to ensure everything was in place for a truly special celebration. I have arranged a party in your honor, a celebration of the wonderful young woman you’ve become. I figure a girl like you has probably always dreamed of a grand party, and I wanted to make that dream a reality.

I wish I could be there to celebrate with you in person, but I know you will be surrounded by loved ones. Enjoy this special occasion, my darling. You deserve all the happiness in the world.

With all my love,

Mom.