A Trillionaire’s Revenge novel Chapter 3

The doctor had seen my father, and he was okay, resting in his room. Aunt Ruth had announced to the guests that the party was over. I was beyond sad and deeply hurt.

"Natalie?" Rocky calls.

I feel relieved, just the person I needed. "Hey."

"What happened? Why was the party cancelled?"

My eyes become watery, causing Rocky to worry. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Daddy is dying, he has a brain tumor."

"Oh, my God. Natty, I'm so sorry. How did that happen?"

"I don't know, he said he found out a few weeks ago."

Rocky hugs me, "Everything's going to be fine, Natty." He assures me.

I remember my plans for the night. Would having sex despite my father's current condition make me selfish? I didn't know. The only thing I wanted was to forget about my problems. I didn't want to think about anything.

Waking up, I'm shocked as soon as I realize that I'd been too wasted in love that I'd forgotten to go back home. "Crap!" I panic as I get up, alarmed. I look at my naked body and gasp. I really did it! I turn around. Rocky's still fast asleep.

"Rocky!" I shake him. "I have to go, why didn't you wake me?"

Rocky smiles, revealing a set of sparkly white teeth.

"I didn't want to disturb you, my love. You looked so happy and content."

I blush. I could tell I was as red as a tomato. "Yesterday night was perfect, Rocky. You don't know how much I love you." I say, as I kneel down, placing a kiss on his lips. I continue, "I'd give up anything to live like this everyday, with you." He smiles, cupping my face in his hands. "I have to go now. I'll call you." I say. We hug.

***

I head back to the mansion as fast as I can, silently praying that no one would see me. What if they had noticed my absence already? What could I possibly say? "I should text Lydia for backup." I whisper to myself, but before I can, I'm greeted with Judith's face.

"You startled me."

"Well, are you a thief? Why be startled in your own home? Where the hell have you been?"

I frown, "Away from you that's where." I murmur.

Judith scoffs, "Did you say something?"

"Mother, please. Don't act too concerned. I'm going to my bedroom." I respond, completely ignoring her.

She scoffs, yet again. "Listen, Natalie. You should be grateful for all the privileges you enjoy under my roof. A lot of people would die for it, Princess. The least you could do is be respectful, you brat!"

"Your roof? Mother, this is Dad's house, not yours. I'm going."

She stops me. "You're so proud of your father's achievements."

"I know that already."

"Then do the needful."

How are we even broke, to begin with? I thought dad had a whole lot of money?"

"Our money was seized, Natalie. Stolen, I'd say."