THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY -
Chapter 25: HISS
Chapter 25: HISS
At the sound of Ace’s voice, Celine jerked, and turned around to face the furious glare of her nephew.
"Why would I do anything to her? We were just talking," she said in a pretend voice.
"Talking? Look at her," he pointed a raging finger. "She’s crying."
"Tears of joy. We had a rather lovely discussion that brought her to tears, right darling?" She asked without turning to Fay.
Ace eyes went to Fay. She was shivering, and trembling, with tears running down her eyes. But as she raised her head up, there was a smile on her face. "Your Aunt is right. We were just having a really emotional discussion, and it got me in my feelings. Don’t read too much into it," she rose to her feet, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Thank you for stopping by. If you’ll excuse me now." She bowed and hurried up the stairs.
"Do you have no shame?" Ace asked, when Fay had disappeared out of sight.
"You’d do very well to watch your tone with me, young man. You just heard from your wife. There’s nothing wrong with me advising my nephew’s new wife, using real life examples."
"You’re such a pathetic liar. I saw you searching her body. You think you’re sleek with your faux poise, and borrowed elegance?" He paused, and gave her a disgusted once-over. "Get out of my house, Aunt Celine."
"Your house?" She chortled mockingly. "Are you ever ashamed of yourself, Ace? All your life, you’ve gotten hand me downs. From your grades in school, to the house you live in. Even when you almost gambled the company’s profit away, your father, my brother had to bail you out. When will you become a man?"
"You can twist the events of history to your satisfaction, it still won’t fill up that nasty hole in your heart. Now get out of my house!" He ordered staccato.
"This house belonged to my father. I can come, and go as I please!"
"You’re delusional. It’s my house. I earned it. Did a shit ton of work, before I was qualified enough to inherit the house from grandpa himself. You’re going to leave now," he insisted.
"I said, I’d leave on my own. Not because some bastard decides to kick me out." She scrunched her face in disgust.
"We’ll see about that." He stormed forward, and grabbed her arms in a tight grip.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Her eyes widened as she read his body language.
He didn’t answer, but dragged her until they were outside. Then he let her go.
"You monster! I’ll file a report against you. No wonder your wife is so scared. You hit her too, right? You’re a monster!"
"You do what you have to do, Celine!" He responded disrespectfully. At the top of his voice, he called Cam who hurriedly came forward. "Get that crazy woman out of here. Apply force if she proves stubborn. And Cam?"
"Sir."
"Let this be the last time she comes into my house. This is also a warning to everyone one of you working in this house," he screamed, and turned around.
"This is not over, Ace. I’m going to tell your grandmother how you treated me today. Let’s see how it ends," she warned.
Raising his hand behind him, he waved her goodbye, and began to whistle into the house.
In the living room, Alice and Marilyn talked in hushed tones. The door pushed open, and they almost jumped out of their skins.
"Good evening Si—"
"I don’t need your greetings. Every staff member of this house should be at the lounge upstairs in thirty minutes. I have a bone to pick."
He climbed up the stairs, and went straight to Fay’s room. On getting to her door, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
He wasn’t stupid. He saw with his own eyes how violently handy Celine had been with Fay. Only God knows what would have happened, if he didn’t walk in on time to stop her.
If it were that easy, he’d be done with her permanently. But victory is only sweet when it’s gotten at the expense of an enemy. He’d wait for the perfect time to strike Aunt Celine, but not today.
Relaxing his shoulders, he reached.out his hand, and knocked. At first, there was no answer. No mumblings, whisperings or any indication she was in the room.
He knocked a second time, and he heard sniffling. Involuntarily, he rolled his eyes. Reign would never cry over a confrontation with Celine. She’d rather cut off her tongue.
"I know you’re in there, Fay. Open the—" his sentence was not fully formed when the door opened, and he was greeted with a smiling face.
Who was she kidding? She had splashed some water on her face, and wiped it off, but her eyes were a dead giveaway. They were red, and swollen.
"I want to come in," he ordered.
Even though she really wanted to be alone, she knew he wasn’t going to allow it, judging by the sound of his voice. It was his house, after all.
Reluctantly, she opened the door wider for him to go through. He did, and she shut it behind her.
As she raised her head up, he turned around to face her. "What the hell happened with my aunt?" He asked, not giving her time to adjust to his presence in her room.
"No–nothing." She rubbed her nose.
"So you’re just crying for no reason? I saw her touching you harshly. Did she hurt you?"
"No, I’m not crying. She didn’t hurt me either. We were just discussing."
"Is that why you won’t even look at me? Do you think I’m stupid? I know my aunt better than anyone else. If she strategically timed her presence here, so I won’t be around when she drops by, then it wasn’t to play kumbaya with you. Tell me Fay, what did she do?"
She wasn’t the type to get in-between families. Sure, Ace had his issues with her, but that was still his Aunt. He had more connection to her. After everything said and done, she was only just a stranger.
"That’s the truth. We talked about life, and that’s it." She stood on her initial words.
Ace was getting frustrated. If she didn’t tell him the content of their discussion, he wouldn’t know how to combat his aunt’s lies, especially when she disclosed her own version of the event to his grandmother. He already had a strike in her eyes, due to the stunt Celine pulled at the dinner. Another strike, and his claim to the fortune would be on a path to jeopardy.
"I get you’re scared of Celine. She’s huge physically, and when it comes to being an asshole."
"She’s your aunt," she stepped in before he could continue with the insults.
"Do I look like I give a fuck? Tell me Fay, if you had the opportunity right now to stick it to your aunt, would you, or would you not take it?"
"She raised me. Regardless of what she did wrong or not, she raised me. They’re the only family I know."
"This is ridiculous. You’re ridiculous!" He threw his hands in the air in frustration.
She sniffled, holding back another round of tears. He was right. To the average person, she sounded like a fool. But they had no idea why she felt this way.
Growing up with the knowledge of your parents death would do quite the damage to one’s psych. You cling on to the only person that has shown you they’d always be there. That person was her aunt. In her head, she had done all she could do to make her a better woman.
Sure, the process hurts sometimes. She wished she’d chosen different methods of approach, or at least, not been biased in the way she treated her, in comparison to her own children. But that was life right? We don’t always get our wishes.
"I have a headache," she announced.
"Yeah you look pale. Did you have anything to eat today? I assume you didn’t really shop?" He said, his voice a little calmer than before.
"I did go shopping. Marilyn took me there. I think the bags are still in the boot."
"Are you sure about that? Because the only notification I received was from a fragrance store, and it wasn’t much money spent," his eyes narrowed suspiciously towards her.
Her heart instantly skipped a beat. Of course he was the one receiving the debits. She had no idea how she could wiggle her way out of explaining what happened at the clothing store.
"Fay?" He called when she wasn’t answering.
"I don’t want to lie to you, but I also don’t want you to be mad at me." She bit her lip.
’Damn her! He was trying to distract himself from his anger towards his aunt, by changing the topic of the conversation to clothes, but there she was, biting her lip," he thought, the urge to taste her, walking it’s way into his brain.
"Tell me what happened?" He simply asked.
She opened her mouth, ready to spill, when a knock on the door drowned her intention.
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