Chapter 2 Sugar Mama
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The next morning, Emily woke up with a splitting headache. She rubbed her temples and sat up, taking in the sore limbs and the disheveled sheets that told the story of a wild night. The man was gone, but the evidence of last night was undeniable.
Emily's heart raced.
What had she done?!
The ever-so-proper Emily had just slept with a stranger, completely out of character!
She rubbed her forehead and tried to recall more details but could only remember a blue wolf-head tattoo on his muscular lower back.
No point dwelling on it now. She needed to get out of here first.
As she tried to slip away unnoticed, a swarm of reporters ambushed her at the hotel entrance.
Emily panicked immediately.
Had the paparazzi caught her with that gigolo last night?
Just as she was about to come up with an excuse, microphones were shoved in her face.
"Ms. Kyte, did your father Matthew Kyte plan the Kyte Group's bankruptcy?"
"Did Mr. Kyte commit suicide to evade responsibility and leave the family fortune to you?"
Emily's mind buzzed, and she suddenly felt the world spinning. Her eyes widened, and she grabbed one reporter by the collar, her voice trembling with emotion.
"You're lying! Who committed suicide?!"
Matthew had jumped to his death.
Emily couldn't remember how she left the hotel, how she made it to the funeral home to see her father for the last time, or how she organized the funeral amid her uncles' seemingly concerned but actually debt-collecting conversations.
The sky was gloomy, and the rain was chilling.
Dressed in black mourning attire, Emily stood by her father's grave, holding a black umbrella. At this moment, the numb and surreal feelings of the past few days finally grounded her. She realized that the one person who loved her most in this world, her only family, was truly gone.
Tears blurred her vision, everything cold and distant like a bad dream.
Matthew always told her that no obstacle was insurmountable and that perseverance would lead to better days. So why did he give up?
Why did he leave her alone when she made up her mind to rebuild the Kyte family with him?
Did Matthew really commit suicide?
The Kyte Group was accused of illegal transactions, and all company funds were frozen. The once-dominant Kyte family in London had fallen.
Emily, once the darling of society, was now exposed as living a chaotic private life, with news of her bar escapades all over the internet.
She lost everything overnight.
Life really was unpredictable. There was always room for things to get worse.
Emily let out a bitter laugh before everything went black, and she fainted.
Recently, she was constantly on the go, not eating properly, and finally collapsed from exhaustion.
The doctor reassured her that her health condition was rather stable, but... she was pregnant.
Pregnant?
From that gigolo??
That night of reckless abandon had led to an unexpected outcome...
In the past, this news would have devastated her, but now, after facing so many blows, she felt surprisingly numb.
Life sure had a sense of humor.
She even thought this might not be such a bad thing.
Emily gently caressed her still-flat belly, feeling a strange warmth.
Having just lost everything, she thought there was nothing left to hold on to in this world.
But now, she felt a new connection to life.
She found a new reason to live and grow strong!
For her children, for her father!
Her ever-optimistic and tough father, who encouraged her to smile at life just the day before, couldn't have committed suicide the next day!
The arrival of her child strengthened her resolve to uncover the truth.
With no place to stay and nothing to linger for, Emily carried all her doubts and her unborn baby to a place where no one knew her.
*****
Four years later, at Heathrow Airport in London.
Emily dragged a suitcase in one hand and held onto three safety leashes with the other, worrying over her children. "Stay close to me, darlings. We'll wait for the car at the entrance."
"Okay!"
"Don't worry, Mommy! I'll keep an eye on my siblings!"
"Huh! Mind your own business!"
The three adorable kids responded, and Emily shook her head, both helpless and fond.
Four years ago, after being dumped and losing her father, she sold off all her assets to pay off debts and left the country. Then, she lived abroad for four years.
After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to her triplets in a small clinic.
Despite being triplets, they had entirely different personalities.
The well-behaved one who answered was the youngest, Leila Kyte, a sweet and cute girl.
The bickering ones were the eldest and second, Diego and Marvin Kyte, one steady and caring, the other fiery and sharp-tongued.
If she hadn't been the only patient in the clinic, Emily would have doubted if there was a mix-up.
Sitting in the car heading to the city, the three kids fell asleep, snuggled together.
Emily looked out the window, the familiar streets stirring up familiar memories, making her feel a mix of emotions.
Recently, she heard that her cousin Lisa got married, and the groom was none other than Daniel Mendez, the man who dumped her four years ago.
The cousin who once envied her relationship with Daniel now had everything Emily once had, successfully marrying into the purple!
How ironic!
Back then, Lisa pretended to comfort her and even hired a gigolo to cheer her up, but she actually set up the paparazzi outside the hotel to ruin her reputation!
And the rumors of illegal dealings involving the Kyte family couldn't be separated from her deceitful uncle either.
Now, Emily returned to uncover the truth and make those who betrayed her and the Kyte family pay!
To settle down in London, Emily rented an apartment online and secured a job with an impressive offer through an online interview.
After settling the kids in the rented apartment, Emily headed to her new job.
Unexpectedly, the taxi she was in collided with a Maybach.
The taxi driver got out angrily and started arguing with the Maybach driver.
Emily wanted to calm her driver but was distracted by the man in the back seat of the Maybach.
The man wore a hat pulled low, hiding his eyes, but his face was pale.
He clutched his lower back, where a white towel was stained with red.
Below the wound was a striking blue wolf head tattoo.
Emily's heart skipped a beat.
It was him!
The gigolo she slept with four years ago!
Emily was certain. The tattoo's unique design and location were unforgettable, even though she didn't remember the man's face because of the mask.
That damned man! She got pregnant, endured a painful childbirth, and went through so much, all because he hadn't worn a condom!
Just as she was about to get out of the car and confront him, the Maybach driver threw a wad of cash at the taxi driver.
"Take this and fix your car! Don't waste my time!"
Then, the driver got back in the car, and they sped off.
"Hmph! You think money can solve everything?"
The taxi driver cursed but eagerly picked up the money.
Emily frowned, watching the Maybach disappear, filled with suspicion.
How could a gigolo afford a multi-million dollar limited-edition car?
Could he have found a sugar mama?
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