A Different Love With The Billionaire

A Different Love With The Billionaire Fatal Attraction Written by DWA (Snowwriter ✍️) Chapter one Vivian’s Point of View With the sky blossoming like ever, and the sun shining bright throughout the horizon, making the citizens of Los Angeles cuss really badly while walking inside the unfamiliar weather that surfaces the sky. I on the other hand seems to be enjoying my day in this little building known as a restaurant with me working inside as a cashier. Not exactly enjoying the day when all your colleagues are just a nobody but a bully jealous of you. Well that’s the only reason I can think about why they’re always on to me like always wanting to make me cry, or make me feel more bad than I already feel about myself. “And here’s your order, do well to enjoy your takeout ma’am.” I pushed the mini paper bag forward collecting the bill from her with a smile. Scratch everything about enjoying my day, apart from my mean colleagues my day is a total disaster; always have been a total disaster. I have been working non stop since I step my foot in this restaurant earlier this morning, and so far so good I haven’t rest even though we had lunch breaks. Everybody loathes me, including the woman that hired me, I don’t know why because if she doesn’t she wouldn’t have ordered for me to come massage her stinky feet when other people are having lunch and enjoying their break. She always made me stay due closing time and clean the whole restaurant, and if I ever argue or complain literally half of my salary is gone or maybe all. Yes I should have quitted this job or look for another, a better paying one perhaps. However, I know what I went through before I got this, there has been no male boss I have ever gone to seeking an employment with that didn’t offer to sleep with me first; and if there’s only one thing my mother taught me that manages to stick to my brain, it’s protect your dignity at all cost. So I declined them all, and I kept looking, not all male boss, some female boss all, while some just stare at me with envy and be like “I don’t want my husband staring at you when he comes to see how I’m fairing” a woman had said to me in her clear soft British accent before sending me out. It took me a long while before landing this job, meaning I’m gonna do anything in my little power to make sure I never lose this job. I turned back doing what I was doing when someone tapped me behind, I stopped turning to see who it was. Her ugly face popped up glaring at me for literally no reason, she’s just mean to me for no reason. “Boss said I should ask, is the backyard clean? And the toilets, she said you must wash it thrice a day remember.” She said in total mockery, I get it that I have no choice but this is just too much. “I have, I will go wash the toilets now, just as soon as I finish this quickly.” I replied, pointing at the dishes I’m cleaning in reference of my last statement. I should be serving not washing, but here I am. She glared murderously at me before poking my head for no reason, “I just wish you can vanish,” she muttered in deep hatred before walking away from me, I sighed wiping the beard of sweats on my forehead. This is my daily life, so pathetic I know. I finished cleaning in no time putting around me a cleaning apron to keep whatever stain I get from the toilet away from my dress, and making my way over there with the tools I’m gonna use in there. I got there and the first thing that greet me was the stinky smell, it breezed up my nose making me wanna puke at once. I haven’t washed it today at all, I wonder how this toilet manages to be like this when I wash it three times a day. I get to work starting from scrubbing the edges, while thinking about how better my life could get if my wish is mistakenly granted. I just want a better life for myself and my family, nothing good have ever happened to us since we lost dad, I never knew he’s the pillar of my family until we lose him. Mom became an addict and refuse to visit rehab or stop taking drugs from time to time; she said that’s her only coping mechanism, and my little sister is just so young to start taking care of herself. And me, I have no option than to drop out of high school when it’s just a year till I’d be done and start taking care of my grieving mother and little sister. We lost him to cancer, and he imprinted on us a forever scar to deal with. I have no option than to give up my life and start taking care of the ones I love. I finished cleaning the toilet and reporting back to the counter where I hope I won’t be called today again; till today comes to an end I really hope. God answered my prayer and I wasn’t called or sent another irrelevant errand till we close, as usual I stayed back and did a restaurant cleanup before taking my bag and signing out finally. Everybody hates me, the ones that don’t wants nothing from me than my body, I have no friend other than my little sister and a best friend since high school, they’re the only one that I get to narrate how my day went to, I love them both so much. I arrived home already late, my mom is on the couch with her half body covered in blanket and a roll of weed puffing out smoke in her mouth; she’s asleep with a weed in her mouth. I heaved another tired sigh going over to her and removing the weed and putting the light on the weed out on the tray beside her, also turning the tv she was watching off. I dragged my feet upstairs to my sister’s room, there I met her doing her homework not even noticing I entered the room. “I brought dinner.” I said announcing my presence through that. “Hey you’re back!” She jumped up at once leaving everything she’s doing and running straight to me to give me a hug, I smile as her little figure met mine with her arms circling around my waist and her face resting on my stomach. “I’m so sorry I’m late, time for your dinner okay, so you can get back to reading.” I detached her from me looking down at her, while bringing out the dinner I stole from the restaurant and giving it to her. “I will go shower now.” I said to her before existing her room. Richard’s Point Of View A maid just came in earlier to tell him that my parents request my presence in their study room, so I had to cut my chat short with Ray; my best buddy and the only guy I think I trust. I stood up slipping my feet inside the slippers placed on the floor beside my bed, and going out to honor my parent’s call. I got to the study room entering without knocking and there I met the both of them discussing business always as usual. “I’m here, I’m told you needed me.” I said plainly, putting an end to both their short discussion and having their attention turned to me. “We have something to tell you son.” Mom started, giving me one of her sly smile; the one I hate seeing but can’t help than see and try everything to tolerate it. “Get on with it so I can get out of here.” My tone came out harsh and rude as always, I have no reason to be polite and nice to them the same way they had no reason than to control me and make my life miserable than it’s already at the age of 27. I had my plans. “We didn’t raise you to treat us like this young man.” My dad affirmed, adjusting his well classic man suit while standing up from his chair. Both of them came forward resting on the desk. “Yes, you raise me to be more trashy and to treat you like one.” I scoffed at them with an irritative smirk folding my arms. “State why I’m here or I’m getting out.” “We recently found out your company is lacking-“ “Create a lump in your throat.” I interrupted because whatever he wishes to say to me right now is none of his business. “My company as you said, meaning you finding anything out is irrelevant because I f*****g own that s**t at least.” I snapped at the both of them. “Language young man.” Mom glared at me before turning her eyes back to dad who just had on his face a stupid straight smile. “Excuse the room Martha.” He ordered my mom out of the room keeping a straight weird smiley face on me. Mom heeded going straight out and locking the door behind her. “Richard!” He called me at first snorting at the end, he licked his lips folding his hands behind him like some gentleman whereas he’s nothing close to that. I purposely didn’t answer him. “I’m just gonna be straight, you’re getting married.” He said without any skip and truly straight. My ear twitched to the statement I just heard, I think I heard something else, because I don’t wanna believe he just said I’m getting married. How wicked could my parents get. They don’t just know who I am. “What did you just say?” I asked, to be sure what I heard is true, that my ears aren’t deceiving me. “You’re getting married, not to anyone but to Jessica Bailey, the daughter of our friend, they’re on their way coming over for dinner so I suggest to get your act together and be nice to that girl.” He made a final statement before walking out of the room, leaving me alone and my lips parted in shock with an unexplainable expression on my face. They’re really stepping on my toes, they’re going beyond what I can hold in for much longer. I stood there for more than a minute, processing the shocking news I just heard, or another update about my parents controlling my life. Not even my opinion or choice is considered, just like that they’re marrying me off to a bratty daddy’s girl. Jessica and I went to high school together, she was my girlfriend during that day, she made me regret the one decision I took in my life and that’s asking her out to be my girlfriend, she’s a f*****g pain in my arse. I broke up with her just two weeks later, I couldn’t keep up with her whining babyish attitude, she cries a lot, she annoys for living, she’s very bitchy and sometimes ruthless. What am I saying, she shoved a girl’s head down the toilet because I spoke her; asking her the way that led to library then when we were dating, she barged another girl’s head on the wall for greeting me, slapped another for staring at me, and many more. I couldn’t put all the girl’s life in danger I had to break up with her. It got worse when she made me lose all my friends except Ray, all this happened in a little space of dating her for two weeks, and now my cruel parents wants me to marry her. As a child I never lived with my parents, they’re not the perfect caring loving type, I didn’t wanna live with them also. My grandmother raised me, I couldn’t keep up with the traumas I get whenever both my parents started quarreling; it never ends, I got fed up I moved in with my grandma. She raised me till a year before I finish high school before she died, I moved back in here and nothing is ever good for me since then. My dad as the first person made sure I do whatever he wants, I played football because of him not because of me, he’s controlling, super bossy, and wicked. He killed my pet because I disobeyed him, have me locked up for three days with no food or water for disobeying him. I thought this nightmare of life would be over whenever I turned eighteen and became an adult, that I’d move out of his house first, he got cruel as usual and ordered I stay with him, of course I disagree and move out forcefully, another decision I regretted making, he’s a powerful wicked man that has power all over this city, he made me suffer more than I can imagine. I came back in and started plotting to elope, at the verge of that happening he found out, and since then he made sure I got no visa again. I don’t get why he’s doing all this to me, or why he hates me this much, I’m his only son for Pete sake; he do refer to me as his worst mistake sometimes. I got this company as a gift from his father, he gave it to me to handle and start my own legacy, and I made damn sure my parents had nothing to do with it till today. The only reason I hate my mom is because she allowed all happening to me to keep happening to me, it’s like she doesn’t care at all. I hate the both of them. I took a one more look at myself at the mirror before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs to join them for dinner. I just wish there’s a way to get back at my father for always ruining my life, or maybe there is. After all I’m his son and only son. I think it’s time he knows who exactly his son is. To be continued….