THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 83: A THREAT AND A DISAPPEARANCE

Chapter 83: A THREAT AND A DISAPPEARANCE

"You’ve gone too far this time, Ace!" The matriarch yelled as she stormed into her room.

"Far?" He scoffed, slamming the door shut behind him. "I barely did enough. I should have killed him!"

She spinned around, her chest puffing and her nose flaring. "You will watch your tongue in my presence! That is my son you’re talking about!"

"And I am your grandson. The heir to this fucked up clown of a family. Where everyone would rather walk in shells than tell the fucking truth!" He ran a hand across his hair in frustration.

"First of all, watch your tone! Secondly, what truth are you talking about?"

"That you last son is a degenerate piece of shit, who runs around doing Celine’s dirty work, and also tried to sexually assault my wife. And don’t even dare tell me about hearsay, because I saw it with my very own eyes."

"And you’re sure you saw or heard correctly? You’ve not considered the po—"

"If you value the respect I have for you, you won’t complete those words you’re about to say. Fay is a lot of things. Timid, and a crybaby is at the top of that list. What she would never do is throw herself at any man. Not the girl who still blushes shyly when she’s kissed. Absolutely not!" He rolled his nose in disgust at the thought she would throw herself at any man, especially his uncle.

"You are quite defensive when it comes to her. You didn’t even stand up for Reign this much. Granted, she could hold her own. You must really love her," she said, and kept a leveled eyes on him, gauging his reaction.

"What does that matter? She’s my wife. It’s our duty to protect each other. If I don’t, Celine would mop the floor with her. That’s never going to happen."

"It’s Aunt Celine to you," she sighed in her heart. He evaded her statement smoothly. Okay maybe he wasn’t in love with the girl yet, but there was potential.

He was doing a lot to protect her. Going above and beyond. Not afraid to burn bridges. She couldn’t fault him either. He was right to do whatever he could do to protect his woman.

His grandfather had done the same when he was told by his family that he couldn’t possibly be with a woman like her.

She was too ambitious, therefore wouldn’t be submissive enough. It was a deeply patriarchal time, and she was simply a bad woman.

The women they considered bad were those who dared to be ambitious. Who wouldn’t conform to societal standards. To see their lives beyond what a man could give them. She never claimed otherwise. Accepting the term with her chin stuck in the air.

They had fought for their love, and together, an empire was built to rival the generational wealth he already came from.

It was also the same case with his mother. A lot of people had their reservations about her.

She didn’t come from a poor family like Celine loved to claim in order to discredit her. Her family was very comfortable, but also very much conservative.

They wanted her to marry a pastor in their hometown church.

She absconded with her precious son, and they got married abroad.

He had lived for her, because she was his life.

She never faulted his decision to love her with everything in him. That was why she understood Ace’s insistence in protecting the wife he had chosen. Contract or not.

It was just the Atticus men’s way of doing things.

"He’s my son. I don’t know what happened, but I can’t possibly abandon him."

"You were ready to abandon me when you thought I was abusive. Well you’re the one with the abusive son. Don’t believe me? Check the fucking camera’s. But know this. If I ever see your beloved son again, it’s on sight."

He turned around, and walked straight to the door.

"Ace!"

Ignoring her, he pulled the handle of the door, and walked out of the room.

He went straight to his room to fetch Fay. The air had gotten too toxic and he just needed to leave before his anger totally consumed him..

Stopping at the door, he knocked, just in case she was— as the thought formed in his head, an image of her legs appeared in his head.

The skirt she wore to the garden. Standing there with her legs calling to him.

He shook the lewd thoughts out of his mind, suddenly feeling as dirty as his uncle.

She hadn’t responded to his knock. On a second search with his eyes, he discovered the door wasn’t totally closed.

Curiosity lifted his brow, as he pushed the door open.

An empty room was revealed to him as he took a step inside. He continued forward, feeling apprehensive.

"Fay?" He called, but the only response he got was his voice being echoed back to him.

"That’s strange," he thought, going around the room.

He decided to stop by his bathroom. He knocked but didn’t get any response. It didn’t sound like anyone was in there either.

A memory of what had previously gone down arose in his head like a phoenix.

Wheezing, he pushed the door to the bathroom open, and dashed inside.

He went straight to the bathtub. Sighing with relief when he saw nothing there, he turned around, and left the bathroom back to his living room.

She wasn’t in the room, and he was officially worried.

He was about to leave the room, when his eyes caught sight of her shoes.

His eyes squinted as he stared at it. So many questions popped up in his head. She couldn’t possibly have left the room without any shoes on. But what if she did?

"Not again," he muttered in frustration, and dashed out of the room.

First, he stopped by the dining room,but there was no one there. He only found her purse, which he carried along with him as he made his way to the children’s room.

Maybe she was with Sophie. But their angry nanny stopped him as he made the round to their rooms.

"The children are watching cartoons right now. Ma’am Gabrielle gave strict instructions for them not to wander outside," she said in her thick Russian accent.

"Okay, but have you seen my wife? Perhaps she’s in there with Sophie."

"I don’t know your wife, sir. What I do know is that there’s no one there with Sophie. Can you please leave, now?" She asked, pointing at the path he had just come from.

"Wow, she’s mean," he thought, as he turned around, and disappeared out of her sight.

His worry had surged through the roof at this point. He was walking purposefully to the living room when he stumbled on his mother.

"What is it, Ace? Why do you have that look on your face?"

"Fay. I can’t find Fay anywhere," he said breathlessly.

The panic in his eyes strengthened, and she was instantly spurred to action.

"What do you mean you can’t find her anywhere? Where could she possibly be?" She asked, looking around.

"I don’t know, mum. I left her in my room, and when I returned, she was nowhere to be found. I’m going to go check the living room right now."

"I’ll come with you."

When they didn’t find her in the living room, Ace really couldn’t hold himself anymore.

"Hey bro, what’s wrong?" Colin asked, approaching the man who was avoiding all his cousins gathered in the living room. He looked like he was searching for something.

"My wife. I can’t find my wife."

He had raised his voice a little louder than he wanted. Everyone turned to him, catching what he had just divulged.

"Well since you’ve all heard, why not stand up and help me find her, instead of staring like I’m some sort of alien?" He shrugged, and turned around, marching to his mother who had just returned from the garden he begged her to search.

Figuring Fay loved gardens, he hoped she would be there. But judging by the expression on his mother’s face, he was in for a big disappointment.

"She isn’t there."

Those words made him spin around, and walk straight to the exit point.

"Where are you going, Ace?!" His mother called after him.

"You guys keep on searching," he simply said behind his shoulders, as he stepped out of the house.

"Sir Ace," Cam approached him, worry in his eyes. "Your mum said—

"Give me the car keys, Cam," he ordered.

"Right away, Sir," he said, retrieving the keys from his pocket, and handing it to his boss.

"If I’m not back in the next one hour, ask for a car to drive you home." He walked straight to his car, and drove it out of the mansion.

"Where the hell are you, Fay!" He flexed his stiff muscles as he drove around.

In his head, he tried to think of what could possibly have made her disappear.

Celine had been late to arrive at the scene. What if— "Oh God, no!" He muttered, and stepped on the pedal.