THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 184: ANOTHER CROSSED DOT

Chapter 184: ANOTHER CROSSED DOT

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Reign regained her voice, and began to fight off Fay’s bodyguards.

"Fay, what are you doing? People are watching!" Ace said in a low voice, dragging the words between his teeth.

She simply refused to acknowledge him. At that moment, he didn’t exist to her.

"Fay!" He called.

"Let go of me, I said!" Reign continued fighting off the bodyguards who had bundled her up already.

"Fay, everyone’s looking," she heard a quiet voice say, and turned to see Leighton.

She gave her a smile to show her she didn’t have any grievance with her, before returning her attention to the podium.

The murmurs, and gossip going on behind her was of no concern to her. Since the media loved good gossip, she hoped to give them the best.

After all, she wasn’t the one making a fool of herself.

Her eyes went to Reign being carried away. It was the perfect dejavu, she thought. In honour of four years ago when she was carried out the same way.

"Ace! Don’t just stand there, help!" Reign screamed.

Ace couldn’t stand the embarrassment. Everyone was looking. Cameras were flashing. Yet, Fay sat, unaffected by everything happening.

He had never seen her this cold before. It had to be because of the inheritance. She had real money, and power now. This was just her inherent wickedness flaring up.

"Bro, I think we should go. It’s getting crazy," Landon whispered to him from behind.

He knew Landon was right, and that was why he swiftly turned on his heels.

"I’m glad you’re okay, Fay. It’s so good to see you again," Leighton said, before hurrying behind Landon, and Ace.

Fay let out the breath she was holding when they disappeared out of her sight. Another mission had been successfully accomplished. She didn’t see any reason why she still had to be present.

Impulsively, she rose to her feet. All eyes in the room followed after her.

Fabian ran beside her. "Do you need something, miss Fay?" He asked.

"Hey Fabian. I’m sorry, but I need to leave. I would have loved to stay to the end, but I have something else to do. Forgive me?"

"It’s no problem, Miss Fay," he quickly replied. He couldn’t afford to annoy the heiress of Luxe holdings.

They were still one of the leading families in the country, despite its patriarch being inactive for over twenty years.

He needed all the checks he could get from her.

"Please Fabian, call me Fay."

"Fay it is then."

He humbly requested for her hand, and she was only grateful to give it to him.

He kissed it, and she smiled in response. "Thank you for having me," she said when he let go.

"You’re always welcome."

She turned around, and began to walk out of the room.

With every step she took, their wandering eyes followed her.

She was an enigma. That was the collective thoughts in their minds.

A new beauty had entered the elite’s world, and they all knew she was going to be a problem.

Fay walked out, and one of her bodyguards was instantly by her side.

She couldn’t be happier Reign had made a mess of the night. She could leave earlier than was stipulated.

On her way to her car, she caught a glimpse of Reign going ballistic on her bodyguard, whilst Ace tried to hold her back.

She couldn’t believe she had once been afraid of that crazy bitch. The only thing she had going for her was her madness.

Madness that could easily be cured.

"Cade?" She called to him.

He turned around on hearing his boss’s voice.

"Ma’am?"

"We’re leaving," she said, turning to her car, just as Ace lifted his head.

She didn’t anticipate his walk towards her. It was also swift, because just as she was about to enter the car, a hand stopped her.

He had arrived fast, but Cade was behind him.

"You can’t touch her, sir," Cade said to Ace.

He rolled his eyes, and held her arm in a firmer grip.

"Hello mister, do you want to die?" She questioned in a cold voice, as she turned to face him.

"You need to drop this gimmick, Fay. You’re not this girl. How did you even get to this position?"

"Gold Digging, whoring, conniving? Do you want me to keep going? I mean it’s not like I owe you an explanation, anyway."

"Yes you do. You can’t just disappear, and reappear as a heiress. I de–"

She dragged her hand out of his hold before he could get all his words out.

"You entitled prick!"

He flinched at her use of curse words. It was highly unlike her. She never cursed. Had she really been that good an actress?

"I don’t know you, and I sure as hell don’t owe you a thing. Excuse me!"

She jumped into the car, and Cade was right behind her.

Ace was left standing by the side, his mouth hung open in utter shock.

Her car roared to life, and right before him, began to drive away.

Landon, who had been readying his car to leave when the whole thing began, rushed towards him.

"Hey, what the hell was that?!" He touched his shoulders to get his attention.

"I don’t know, but that’s not Fay," he replied in a voice saddled with unbelief.

"But it is her. Didn’t you say she was all of that before? She’s just proving you right, I guess."

He turned to him with a glare, before storming away.

"Hey bro, don’t get like that!" Landon called after him.

"Get in the car!" Ace screamed at Reign on reaching her.

"Don’t you dare scream at me! If there’s anyone that should be hearing from you, it should be that bitch!"

"Reign, get in the fucking car!" He roared from within.

A shudder ran through her at the sound of his voice. She had never heard him sound that way before. He was really mad.

"I think you really need to get in the car," Landon said.

She scoffed at him, before entering the car.

"To the house, Cam," Ace ordered.

"I’ll see you at work, bro!" Landon raised his voice so he could hear him, as the car made a turn towards the gate.

On the way to the house, Ace seethed. As the years progressed, he had imagined seeing Fay again.

Someday, but in a very different situation. It all made sense to him now.

She was in charge of the Luxe company. It was the reason she was acting this way.

She had probably tossed all his contract review in the trash.

"Fuck!" He cursed between his teeth.

"Are you still mad?" Reign asked beside him.

He had never wanted to be more alone in his entire life of living.

She was trying to get him to calm down. He acknowledged her efforts, but she was in no position to do that.

Couldn’t she understand he just saw Fay? Four years ago, he had been in a contract marriage with that woman.

The last day he saw her, although quick, and uncomfortable, he had the best sex of his entire life.

It took him a year after to realise why. In the course of their fake contract, he had fallen for her.

That was the same reason it took him so long to make a decision on how to seek revenge.

The same reason even while he was dishing out the revenge, he had wanted to pull her into his arms, and tell her to hell with his inheritance.

If she wanted it, then she could take it.

"Are you ignoring me?" She pushed.

Everything she said irritated him. The intent was great, but he just wasn’t in the mood to hear her speak.

"I’m fine, Reign."

"You’re not. If only that bitch stayed dead. Her return is definitely to get under your skin. You can’t let her succeed!"

"Reign, stop it. Just stop it. Let’s just go home, and call it a night. I’m exhausted."

"You’re always exhausted," she uttered in her mind.

A plot was already beginning to form. If that weakling thought she could just come around, and insult her the way she had done, then she had something else coming for her.

First she would call Celine Atticus. She had been way too silent anyway.

The car drove into Ace’s mansion, and he stomped out of the car.

He walked straight into the house, and almost bumped into Marilyn.

"Sir Ace? Is everything okay? You scared me!" She grabbed her chest.

"Get out of my way, Marilyn."

He swerved by her, and ran up the stairs. He didn’t stop by his room, but passed by it to his painting room.

Walking in, he slammed the door shut behind him, and locked it with the keys.

Going straight to the painting he had neglected for four years, because he was suddenly unable to paint, he ripped the covers off.

He began to take off his suit jacket, and then he folded his sleeve.

Kicking off his shoes, so he was left with his socks, he grabbed the paint brush and walked up to it.

The rage he felt transferred to his fingers, and he began to paint.