A Trillionaire’s Revenge

Myself and Luke are seated on the dining as Laurel sets the table with our food.

"What's for dinner?" He asks and as I'm about to answer, Laurel begins to speak.

"Well, Luke, we were supposed to follow your meal plan today and we had already prepared that, but your wife insisted we make another dish even if I told her not to." she says, eyeing me slackly.

"Excuse me, Laurel?" I turn towards Luke, "Please, I didn't know you had a meal plan or anything- she didn't tell me anything." I say

Luke looks at both of us back and forth, "Natalie, you should have asked. We have certain rules here.”

I gasp in shock and utter disbelief. "I should have asked? I just told you, I did ask" I look at Laurel, "Why are you lying?!" I yell. "Luke, she didn't tell me anything, believe me.”

Laurel is about to speak but Luke stops her, "Please, all I'm asking is that you should always ask until you get used to how things work here. We don't waste resources like you do back in your house.”

I get up, dropping the napkin from my laps on the table. I couldn't believe Luke didn't trust me. He doubted me and it hurt like hell. "Have a lovely dinner." I say before I leave for my room.

I didn't know why, but Luke's words to me really hurt me. I could understand why he wouldn't trust me but I wasn't a liar and bringing up my family wasn't something I appreciated. Uncontrollable tears rolled down my eyes. Now, I knew for sure that Laurel really had a crazy obsession with Luke and she'd do anything to get me out of the way.

Entering my room, I'm about to lock the door, but Luke forced his way in. I rush to sit on my chair, still crying.

"Natalie, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything I said at the table. Please, forgive me."

I ignore him completely, but he still continues talking, "Honestly, I wish the circumstances of our marriage was much better. I would do anything for us to get along even for a moment."

I'm tempted to tell him to let me go if he wanted that, but something stops me. Instead, I ignore him again.

He gets up to leave, but stops at the door. "It's a Saturday tomorrow. I'll be home all day. If you forgive me by tomorrow maybe you can show up at the stables by 9 and I'll teach you how to ride a horse. If you don't show up, I'll know you haven't forgiven me.” He leaves.

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I lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling as I think of everything that had happened in the last two months. I hadn't heard from José or any of my friends from Dubois C, I hadn't heard from Aunt Ruth and I certainly hadn't heard anything about my father. I knew he wasn't dead or worse off because if he was, I'd have been contacted already, so I was half glad I hadn't gotten any calls from home. I hadn't heard from my mother, but I had heard Luke talking to her multiple times. I was certain she must've been calling to demand for more money.

My mind drifts off to Rocky, and I think off all the moments we had. The first time I set my eyes on him, I had known that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I wasn't so sure about that now.

as I style it into front bangs. My blond straight hair fell back, almost

and some powder. It was a few minutes to nine and I wanted to get there exactly by nine. Although, I wanted to seem a little difficult and go a little later, I

workers chorus good morning at once and my face lightens up. "Good morning everyone, what's happening? What's for breakfast?"

apron, "Well it's Saturday so we thought you'd have some

it's already a minute to nine, "Alright, Emmanuele, how do

take your left by the fountain and keep straight. You will find it there"

*****

my mood drops as I don't see Luke around. I didn't have a watch on me or a phone, but I knew

close. My rump was against his manhood, my back on his chest and his

I say, consciously parting my

You came" He

I did." I chuckle nervously. He smiles. "Shall we?" He

me get on it. "Slowly.” He says as I try to set my foot on

horse as it moves. "Her name is Milo, she's very

to indulge in conversation with him. "I like her too. She

"Milo's definitely not a

I shrug it off. I wanted to talk about other things. "I hope you

not a drug lord if you're thinking I am," He says and I laugh. "When you're fueled by anger, resentment, rage or whether it's

his words, "So you were fueled

and turns to look at me.

why you're always angry?"

Natalie. My face might look it, but I'm usually happy most of the times. You just don't let me share that happiness with

say, stopping the horse. "Help

got married on very disturbing conditions and you don't

looks at me in shock, lips parted, "You don't hate me anymore?" He asks,

think I'm that heartless to hate someone who constantly saves

as I want to believe you, I'm having doubts.

hair behind my ear and scrunch my face

you'll do anything to go back to your old life- his voice breaks, "Your boyfriend." He says and

want to do that anymore. My life now begins and ends here, with you." I say as