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.

weren't at your home right now, nothing would stop me from taking

say, suppressing my urge to moan out

Luke quickly releases me and I turn to see

"Bloody hell! I've missed you!" I scream as I find my way to her. We share a

even called

did try to reach you but your mother wouldn't let me. It even made us quarrel and we haven't spoken in months. Forgive

mad at yo," I hold her hand. I continue, "Aunt" I turn to face Luke."This is my husband, Luke. Luke, this is

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 teeth in

you are!" She holds 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

scent, "Luke treats me with so much love and—I pause, unconsciously thinking because although Luke loved me, he

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

"Please." I

and Luke are alone. I fold my arms