The Billionaire's Gambit

CHAPTER 2: Welcome Home

Deli walked quickly and in less than twenty minutes, she got home.

Home was an old apartment complex with more than ten floors, with so many people leaving on each floor that Deli never even bothered to keep count.

She got to apartment number 5C and immediately knocked the moment she stood in front of the door.

But her hand had barely rapped against the door twice when it was almost instantly swung open.

That was fast, Deli thought, especially since it usually took about a while before someone came to answer the door.

“Deli, you’re back!” Samara her youngest sister said in a clearly excited tone the second she opened the door to see her.

“Come in…come in,” she welcomed and the moment she entered and saw Sasha standing behind Samara, with her father and mother seated in the living room with a big smile on her face, Deli instantly knew that something was wrong.

Never has she ever been welcomed into the house with such excitement and gusto especially from her sisters.

“I hope your work wasn’t too stressful today,” Sasha, the sister born after her asked with a smile on her face, leading her to the sofa to seat before handing her a glass of water, while Deli looked on with a confused expression on her face.

You might as well cut the crap, I know you don’t like me.

Her sisters didn’t finish college and dropped out, and not because she didn’t offer to help with their tuition. It was simply because they were too lazy to continue.

Even the jobs they had as waitresses did nothing to contribute to the expenses of the house, since they only spent it on themselves, while going ahead to shamelessly ask her for more.

Deli knew they hated her for being the one bringing in the most money into the house and were usually cold to her and only acted cute and sisterly when they needed money from her.

“Mother…you called me,” Deli said the moment she sat down completely setting her gaze on her mother who she loved to death, and completely ignoring her father who she felt was already seeping some sort of aggressive aura from his body the moment she sat down.

To her, he was simply a gambling bum, who her mother greatly loved, much to her annoyance.

“Yes something came up that we needed to discuss with you…” Her mother, Mrs Fain Barer began to speak with a slightly cautious tone in her voice, as she kept glancing at her husband who sat beside her with a clearly impatient look on his face.

It was clear that he was on the verge of saying everything his wife was hesitating to say at that very moment.

“Mr Fisher came by and…”

“What does that have to do with me?” Deli quickly interrupted having a very bad premonition the moment she heard her mother mention the name in relation to her.

“Let your mother finish!” She suddenly heard her father say to her in a loud voice, one that made her glare at him with all the annoyance she could muster.

Still she remained silent and stared at her mother, waiting patiently for her to continue, in order to figure out exactly what she was trying to say.

“He came to see us about some of our big debts to him and we simply wanted to know what your feelings towards him are, since he also mentioned you,”

“NONE.” Deli instantly responded the moment her mother paused, with her assuming that she was done speaking.

“None whatsoever. It wouldn’t be enough to say that my indifferent feelings towards him might even border on hate,”

“But Deli you don’t have a boyfriend and you’ve never had one so…”

“So you’re going to recommend a man that’s more than twice my age with a reputation as a pervert and a lecher?” Deli asked, with a light chuckle that showed that she couldn’t believe what her mum was currently saying.

“I don’t care what you’re business with him is but I want nothing to do with him,” Deli continued, getting in her feet as she spoke, not wanting to continue to sit and listen to her mother for even an extra second.

She also sent a sent a glare at her sisters who stood to the side as she placed the glass of untouched she had been given by them on the stool beside her.

It’s obvious that they also know what’s going on, even if I don’t and at this point I really don’t care.

Deli turned to leave with the intention of heading to her tiny room, which was actually the storage room in the two bedroom apartment they lived in, with her not wanting to sleep with her sisters since living with them was already hectic enough, when she suddenly heard her father’s deep and loud voice speak to her.

“Since your mother keeps hesitating and won’t tell you exactly as it is, I will. We owe Mr Fisher, fifty thousand dollars apart from the rent which is about two thousand. In a week, we’ll have to pack out and live on the streets if we can’t get the money,” Deli heard her father say, and was completely unaware of the exact moment her mouth dropped open in shock and stayed open as the amount her father mentioned kept resounding in her mind.

“Fif…Fifty thousand?,” Deli muttered softly under her breath at first before her eyes suddenly widened with her yelling as hard as she could, even if it couldn’t rival that of her father, with her naturally gentle tone,

“FIFTY THOUSAND??” FIFTY THOUSAND! What the hell did you use the money for?” Deli asked knowing that she had never even seen such a huge amount of money on her life, since even her salary was merely about four thousand dollars.

“YOU…you. Please tell me you didn’t gamble it all away. Please tell me that’s not…”

“You think it’s easy to make money. Sometimes you lose some and sometimes you win some,” Deli heard her father respond with a nonchalant shrug that made her see red.