The Billionaire's First-Born

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Why are there people who are aggressive when talking to someone they don't know? Even if you approach them nicely, they will still show you bad manners. Do they think that they hold the world and they have the right to treat us unfairly?

Do they think they are entitled to everything?

I've been used to those kinds of people from then until now, and it seems like until now, I'll get used to them as well. Their horrible actions bothered me a bit, and that was the reason why I hated those kinds of people. They think that they have the right to insult other people just because they are rich. They think they have the right to downgrade other people just because they have money.

They think that they have the right to insult people just because they are higher compared to us.

This man in front of me sucks. His horrible actions and the way he talked to me like that bothered me a bit. If he was just a girl, I wouldn't hesitate to pull his hair and give him a big slap. I thought there were more genteel people these days, but it seems like I'm mistaken.

It seems like he was secretly judging me using his black and deep eyes based on the way he looked at me from head to toe. I did nothing but raise my brows while looking at him sarcastically. I tried to lift my bruised arm, but he did nothing but stare deeply into my eyes.

"If you think your money can buy what you did to me, you're wrong," I said before I crossed my arms above my chest. "Get down there and we'll talk."

He smirked briefly before lowering his shades to the other seat. "Why would I do that?" I bit my lip because of the tension. "Just tell me how much you need for me to get out of this place."

"Are you listening?" I asked sarcastically, which made him roll his eyes at me. "I said, you're not leaving here until we talk."

"I don't have vacant time to talk to you, woman," he said before he glared at me. "Just give me the exact amount you need and I'll leave."

"Are you struggling with me?"

"Why? Are you audacious?" he hissed, which made my hands grip my skirt. It somehow made me calm, even though I could still feel the anger inside of my body while looking at him. "Can't you understand the word "how much"? I just want to get out of this hell." It's a good thing that we don't bother with the traffic. "If I only knew you were a warfreak, I would have run over you," he whispered to myself.

It's a good thing that my ears were okay. Even though he just whispered to himself, I can still hear his voice. What he said made me furious once again.

"I'm not a warfeak!" I replied, but he just rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just go out there and talk to me? Why? Are you scared?"

I sighed heavily when I saw him unlock his car. I stepped back when he opened his car and came out just to face me. His thick brows look fascinating. He has good eyes, and his narrowed nose is a bit reddened. They have the same complexion as Blake, so I couldn't help but think about him.

It's been two months since I last saw him. After we met at the police station, I never saw him again. I wonder where he is now and what he is doing now.

Is he okay? Why didn’t he tell me where he was going, so that somehow I had an idea of where he was going? Has he already left me?

The man stood in front of me. His hands are kept inside his pockets. I couldn't help but stare at his expensive suit hanging in front of me while he was busy looking at me.

I swallowed the lumpy lump in my throat before I reciprocated those glares at me. My hands are still crossed above my chest, and it seems like I just look like a kid having tantrums in front of him.

"I'm here. What you want to talk about?" he asked, still uninterested based on his reaction while looking at me.

My brows furrowed a bit because—here we go again!

"Don't you know how to drive? Is this your first time driving a car? Do you have a license and are your IDs valid?" His brows furrowed while he was looking at me. "Don't you know that you almost killed me just because of your reckless driving—"

"Did I kill you?" he asked, cutting me off, which made my lips pucker a bit. "Why don't you just tell me how much you need?"

"I don't need your money—"

He removed his hand from his pocket and grabbed money from his wallet. I stiffened a bit when he threw his money at my face, which made me stiffen for a couple of minutes while looking at him.

"I don’t have time for someone like you, woman," he said. I felt my tears pool down in the corner of my eyes because of frustration, and I'm thankful because it didn't drip right in front of him. "Take that money and leave. Don't waste my time with your stupid questions."

Even before I could speak, he hurriedly turned his back on me and entered his car. Some people turned to look at me with sympathy in their eyes, while I did nothing but swallow the lumpy lump in my throat before I picked up on the road the money he threw in my face.

If I'm not mistaken, it seems like the money he threw at my face cost ten thousand pesos. My mind repeatedly told me to just give it to people in need, but then, that’s when I thought that I was also the person in need that I was referring to.

Just like them, I also need money for my savings. It also seems like it was also a big help for my parents, so instead of giving it to charity, I decided to pocket the money he gave and leave that place with anger in my heart.

What can your pride do if you need that thing too?

It seems like it will also take me many years just to accumulate that amount. I feel like it was easy for me to receive the money he gave, and it also seems like I swallowed my pride just because of him.

Every time I recall how he judged me from head to toe with his eyes, my face flushed slightly. Even if I close my eyes, I seem to remember his face until now. I felt like he was already judging me by the way his deep and dark stares deepened in me.

He is one of those people who I hate the most, and it seems like he tops my lists because of the attitude he showed me.

He is not like Blake. Blake and that man were far away from each other. Yes, I can say that he's handsome too, but it seems like he's still not at Blake's level, especially when it comes to manners.

I feel like I already met the most horrible creature I have ever met in my entire life.

Not because he is rich, doesn't mean that he has the right to judge those like me under him. Not because he's good-looking doesn't mean that he has the right to utter hurtful words towards me. Why? Is he feeding me? Did he give birth to me in this world? No, isn't it?

The audacity of him to think that he has the right to everything just because he has his money.

If I had the chance to see him again, I would slap him with the money he threw in my face. I swear that. I would do that if I had the chance to see him again.

I felt my muscles shaking every time I remembered that thing. Someone tapped my shoulder, which made me look at who it was, and I could almost breathe deeply when I saw Marco, who was now looking at me genuinely.

It's been a month since I decided to return to working on the farm with my dad. My parents decided to tell Marco about what happened to Monique, and we are glad that even though Marco was hurt by the loss of our sister, it did not affect his heart. I'm glad that he can handle himself when it comes to this kind of situation.

I’m happy that even though he suffered a lot after his injury, he managed to cope with the things he missed. Marco spends his two weeks' rest in the cemetery where Monique was. He always visits her every time he has time, and I'm glad that my parents never banned him from his decision. I know that Marco is a responsible kid and he can take care of himself even though we are not by his side, so somehow I know our parents are comfortable.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

I turned to look at the setting sun from afar. Seeing the sunset made me remember the days that Monique and I were still together, watching it sink near the calm sea.

Back then, the sunset reminded me of new beginnings, but when Monique died, I realized that sunsets also represented an end.

Everything has a beginning that comes to an end. Sometimes it is important to know when something has already reached its end. I'm glad that my parents finally accepted that Monique was gone. We both suffered when she died, but it seems like her death reminds us that even though she’s gone, she’s always there for us.

We just prayed for her, and we wished that she was in a good place now.

"This is my niche," I said, before I turned to look at him while raising my brows. He chuckled when he saw my reaction. "You? Why are you here."

"My sister is here," he said before we both turned to look at the orange sky. "I heard our mom talking on the phone yesterday, Solanna." I turned to look at him because of what he said. "She kept on asking mom when they were going to pick you up."

I sighed heavily because of what he said, which made him turn to look at me once again.

"Where are you going, Solanna? Will you leave me just like what Monique did?"

I hurriedly shook my head because of his question before I smiled at him to show him that my departure was not that serious.

"Solanna is going somewhere far to work for us, Marco," I said before I put both of my hands on his shoulder. "I will help our parents earn some money, so that we can pay for all the expenses we borrowed for your surgery."

He sighed heavily before he removed my hands from his shoulder. He turned to look at the orange sky, which made me purse my lips while still looking at him.

"Why did you decide to have me undergo surgery right away even though my illness isn't that serious, Solanna?"

I smiled a bit because of what he said. He had no idea how big the hole in his heart was at that time, so he had to undergo surgery immediately. He didn't know anything about medical procedures because he was too young, and instead of being disappointed at his lack of knowledge, I even managed to take a deep breath to conceal my smile while looking at him.

"Life is important, Marco," I said, still remembering Monique's decision. "It is the most important thing in the world."

I saw how he puckered his lips because of what I said.

"If it's important, then why does Monique take her own life?" he asked.