A Trillionaire’s Revenge

Dinner had begun, and the table is awkwardly quiet but I knew all too well that even if Luke knew how much tension there was in the air, he couldn't have guessed the reason behind it.

Luke drops his flute, "So, Caleb. I'd like you to share what you do with my family. Let them get to know you since you'll be staying a few days."

I can't help but wonder how long 'a few days' was. Rocky smiles, adjusting the napkin on his shirt.

"I'm a hotelier. Nothing serious. I plan to acquire assets in popular areas and turn them into hotels. My goal is to have a chain of hotels, all under the same name, just in different locations as my father would've wanted. Luke is on the deciding board of the next building I wish to buy and actually he's the only young person there so I knew that he would be the only I could talk to, to help me get that building, because I really want that building." He pauses and looks at me, "I'm not a fraud, Mrs. Carrington."

I drink my champagne, "Yes. I know now." I respond.

I see Laurel approaching the table with a salad bowl in her hand. I had forgotten I'd made some strawberry-orange-kiwi salad in the morning while Luke was gone because I had a craving. She gets to the table and places it on the table.

"Obviously, I'm no longer allowed to sit or eat at this table. Right, Luke?"

"It's a business dinner, Laurel." He says. I pick a slice of meat from my plate and chew.

She laughs, "So Natalie is a part of that? Natalie's aunt is part of your business too and not me?"

"Yes, Natalie is part of my business, Laurel, because she's my wife." Luke says and I can't help but grin internally. "Please, go." Luke says and I see tears gather in the corners of her eyes, but she leaves immediately he asks her to.

Luke takes the bowl of salad and opens it. "I thought this was another dish. I don't eat fruit salad, my love." He says and my face falls.

"I didn't know, I'm sorry." I say.

"I'll have some. I love fruits." Rocky says and I pause, nervously looking at him. He continues, "I have an obsession with fruits if I'm being honest." He says and I squirm, knowing fully well what he meant. He takes the bowl and pours a whole lot into the empty plate beside him. "This will do." He says.

I turn to look at Aunt Ruth who has been silent for a while and I can see she has on a disgusted look. She gives me a side eye and her signature disapproving nod.

"How was your day?" Luke asks, "And Aunt Ruth, I hope you're as comfortable as you would be in your own home?"

Aunt Ruth responds before me, "Absolutely! My bed reminds me of the bed I have in my country house. So soft and calming."

I drink some water, "My day wasn't all that, but I did think of you. I missed you." I say, as I caress his left hand on the table. I look at Rocky and I see him, knowing fully well how envious he would be. It pierced my heart a thousand times being like that with Luke in front of him, but it was the best thing to do. To save him, and to save Luke too.

"Excuse me, I need to get to the bathroom." Aunt Ruth says as she stands to take her leave.

I take some shrimps from the dish bowl and begin to eat. "I feel like having snails and pizza too." I say to Luke as I begin to devour the shrimps.

Honey, your tastebuds are quite on the high

always liked trying food— I even have

with the marriage and everything, I guess I just

always start again, I mean, if

as usual, Rocky ruins our moment as he clears his throat. I

a weird smile-frown

Luke is confused, "Pardon?"

turns to look at me, "I can order you some pizza, Mrs. Carrington. May I?" He asks and I

laughing mildly, "You were listening in on our tête-à-tête? That's a bit rude, don't

him, unable to say anything. I knew for a fact that Luke was definitely processing what just happened, especially with the tone Rocky used.

I read

"You're afraid of cheese?" I ask, stunned, that for the second time, I

what Rocky meant. "That was

was wondering why you didn't tell her, because it

fast." He turns to me, "I'll go order your pizza for you," He says as

know what I

I'm ordering everything they have." He says as he walks off. I chuckle. Oh, this

is out of sight, I get up from my chair. "You really must be sick. How dare you still come here after I've told you to

up my glass of

no hope for us," I raise my fingers in the air for

to where I'm standing. He holds my right hand tightly. I frown, "Leave my

all the wealth that

if that's what your demented self believes, I won't argue, and don't forget, Luke is way richer than you are. He's richer than the both

you forgotten how we made love beside the river? I'm the first man who loved you, physically, emotionally— we shared

more and more everyday. I love him more than I love you, Rocky and he's going to be the last man in

remind you of how much you love me." He says and suddenly, he drags me closer to him and rubs his lips on mine as I feel his hands entering my skirt. I moan, "Ah," my eyes closed. His other hand lands on

as I see a mental image of Luke's face, I regain composure and I shove him

I yell as I leave. As I'm

I look up to see Laurel's

him?" Laurel asks, looking back and forth. Maybe I was being paranoid but I swear, I

fall out. I hurriedly rush into my room and lock the door. I rush to my bed and I sit, placing my hands over

panic thinking who