A Trillionaire’s Revenge

"I know you were calling Luke because you wanted to ask him for money. Don't you dare ask my husband for money, mother." I say moving closer to her. "I know you too well." I say , handing her a napkin. "I'll make sure you never get a dime from him."

Her hand meets with my face in less than a second. I frown but recompose my self. I avoid eye contact with her.

"For God's sake Natalie, is this how you speak to your own mother? Please, fear the Lord! Jesus." She says as she flips her hair.

"Did your fear the Lord when you sold your only child for money? Please, mom. Drop the act. You aren't one to talk. Don't be a hypocrite." I say and turn to leave. At this point I wanted to cry. I was at the verge of breaking down. It was evident that I meant absolutely nothing to my mother and she was willing to go far to get whatever she wanted, even if it meant making my life a living hell.

Looking through the window, I stare at the garden. It broke my heart having such a fierce altercation with my mother but it was almost unavoidable.

Luke hugs me from behind and I feel goosebumps all over me, just by his touch. I close my eyes, letting his touch calm me.

"Your scent is so intoxicating, drives me insane, my love."

"Lemon verbena and a hint of strawberry." I say as I feel his manhood on my rump.

nothing would stop me from taking

love," I say, suppressing my

cough distracts me from my thoughts and my moment with my husband. Luke quickly releases me and I

scream, "Bloody hell! I've missed you!" I scream as I find my

never even called me,

mother wouldn't let me. It even made us quarrel and we haven't spoken in months. Forgive me, my love." She caresses my cheek. I loved Aunt Ruth so dearly because she had the been the real definition of a mother

could never stay mad at yo," I hold her hand. I continue, "Aunt" I turn to face Luke."This is my husband,

closer to her, "My pleasure, Mrs. Ruth." He says while shaking her hand. Aunt Ruth had a huge smile plastered on her face. Her pearly white

my hand, "Natty, your husband is a ten ten—she pauses, "the circumstances of your marriage is quite shady and unbelievably disgusting, but, please," She pauses. She looks at me. She continues, "Are you treating

treats me with so much love and—I pause, unconsciously thinking because although Luke loved me, he hadn't treated me respectfully in front of Laurel. He hadn't given me

hear this honey, but why don't I go see your father for a

nod, "Please." I

are alone. I fold my arms and look at him, a frown on