The Billionaires Revenge

For the First Time

Surprise! sorry for being away for sooooo long but here's a long chapter to make for the last 2 months of not updating this story. 

i'm still in the developing stage of the story, and I had writers blocked in how I'm gong to bring Alexandria's and Fletcher's story to light. I guess I just found out about it today. So no more long months of waiting for an update. 

I hope you like this, I 

A man always falls at the hands of a woman, that’s the most kept secret by women around the world that the men are too proud to acknowledge. They like to think that they’re smart and strong, but in reality they are nothing but a ploy in the hands of a woman. It had been proven by literature and politics, Paris started a war for capturing Helen, Clinton almost ended his political career with Monica Lewinsky and my father being a minion to my mother’s ploy. I watch as how my mother manipulates the conversation with Don Kosch, after I left Fletcher upstairs I saw my parents having a lovely business conversation with the man himself. Don Kosch looked at them with cautious; his bushy eyebrows assessed them as he sips on his bourbon under the shade of summer heat. I felt a hand on my waist and instinctively knew whose hands were it, Fletcher lead us to his Father.

“He knows our plan.” He whispered to me as we arrived in front of the group.

“Fletcher! My boy –“ he hugged Fletcher clapping his hand on his back, his eyes moved towards and me smiled even bigger.

“Kim –“ he went over to me and gave me a huge hug. I smiled at him as I patted his back lightly.

 “I hope my boy isn’t giving you much trouble.”  He chuckled as he released me from his tight hug.

“Just enough, but he’s been good. “ I politely smiled at him, just enough to convince the two Walt’s.

“Don, it’s nice seeing you up again.” Geraldine Walt said warmly, her eyes darted to me in a calculating manner. Knowing full well how her minds work, I taunted her pettily as I smiled warmly at her.

"Geraldine, that's nice of you to say but my health is non of your concerns." he said in a mocking friendly tone. My mother coughed at her embarrassment and recovered when she saw Fletcher and I. 

“Congratulations again to the both of you.” Her smile not reaching her eyes. I almost laughed; her repulsion to me was evident. She glanced at James Walt looking for an out but he was in daze, his eyes were glassy and empty as I looked at him. She shook his arm a bit and that got his attention.

“We’ll be out of your hair Don I know how you miss your boy, I’ll see you at Al’s as usual.” He smiled and patted Don’s shoulder.

“James, you know I never go to Al’s. Remind Charlotte for an early meeting at the office and we’ll talk then.” Don said in an authoritative tone. Geraldine’s eyes flashed to her husband, but she held herself back as she took James hand. James laughed awkwardly and patted Don’s shoulder before walking away.

As I looked at them walk away I can’t help but feel worried about my Father, but quickly shook the thoughts out of my mind – one thing that my mother was right about is to never empathize with your enemy, I didn’t need to feel guilt at the moment.

The two men got to talking, occasionally nodding as they looked at me. After a while Fletcher excused himself to take an urgent phone call and left Don and I on our own. I didn't bother to fill the silence with small talks as I find it irritating and nonsensical.

"I'm sure you know my worries" Don gazed at the mirage from the lake. I looked at him passively ready to embrace the impact of his flowery torturous words. 

“Fletcher hired you for a reason and I do hope that you follow through your responsibilities." His gaze remained still at the lake but the sharpness of his tone reverberated through my heart. Although I don't expect anything from Fletcher, I can't help but extinguish that tiny speck of hope in my heart.

“Don’t worry. I was taught well by my scheming mother to follow through plans." I said humorously to him as I picked up a glass of wine from an incoming server.

I heard him snort humorously, as I took a tiny swig of wine.

"You're mother sure is an impressive mentor." He said mockingly and I rolled my eyes.

"What can I say, I’m her only student." I humoured him, knowing full well that I didn't have to pretend to hide my distaste.

"Then let it rip." His gaze fell to me, and I couldn't help but feel the familiarity of his eyes. Though he was smiling I couldn’t help but feel that familiar anxiety. I couldn't help but look at him unfazed as I slip back to what Alexandria Walt would do at this situation.

"I’ve already released hell." I said stoically. I looked at my Father who was looking inattentive to the group of Investors; my Mother had a small smile on her face as she looked at her husband disappointedly. Her gaze fell on mine as I was oblivious to my Fathers stares. I lifted my wine to her and smiled brightly in a mocking sweet way.  Taunting her as she silently fume underneath her clenched smile, she waved back and tuned away in an instant. I internally smiled knowing that I got rose out of her. 

“What got you so happy?” Fletcher said as he walked over to me and placed a protective arm over my shoulder, I instinctively looked at his father and immediately saw a disapproving look. I moved away from Fletcher and smiled at him uneasily.

“Nothing, just forming a plan.” I said quietly.

I was counting the minutes of our time at the party wanting nothing to get away; I can feel my anxiety building up as time tick by. My hands were sweaty that I gave to wipe it to my dress every ten minutes. Fletcher must’ve sensed my anxiety and went ahead to excuse us from his father, but before we left Don made his point by shooting me a warning look and I obliged and nodded at him.

“What is it?” Fletcher said as we were traveling back to New York.

“ Nothing, everything is going as planned.” I said to him as I was looking out of the window.

“You seem distant. What did my father said to you?” he laid his hand on my leg squeezing it as if he was trying to squeeze out an answer from me.

“He just said whatever needed to be said Fletch.” I turned my gaze at him and tried to smile, but I couldn’t against my will to make it look genuine. I knew it has come to this, we created a hurricane out of nothing and now we must face whatever it ruined along the way. He touched my face slowly and softly, and I just closed my eyes trying to erase whatever emotion there was on my eyes afraid of what he’s going to say next.

“If only we were two different people –“ he finally said, then I felt his fingers fell from my face. I turned away from him and opened my eyes at the car window, looking at the road passing by like the wind. Who knew that the first time I would feel like this was to a person who never wanted anything from me in the end. I knew what he meant and I don’t blame him, if only I wasn’t adopted by the Walt’s then I wouldn’t meet him and feel like this.

That night we went to sleep to our own separate room, we didn’t talked or glanced at each other – I was afraid that if I looked at him I would break to tiny pieces and ran away again.

The next few days came by so fast I was invited by Geraldine Walts to attend a silent auction, I knew her plan already before she had called me to confirm on my attendance. She never calls anyone just to know that they’ll attend, she was brewing something for me and I being overly bored locked inside Fletchers home decided to play with her little games.

I did a little research and read the file that Fletcher left for me, Nick Halden and my Mother were part of my little disappearing act. I knew Halden like the back of my hand, he was an i***t when it comes to executing plans, he takes everyones work like it was his and he never likes to play dirty – he probably took all the credits when I escaped and went off to find a burned corpse for my parents to bury.

I was wearing an open back blush dress from Prada, together with my Stuart Weitzmen silver high heels. I wanted to look like a high class escort to piss off Geraldine, something that I’ve always wanted to do and now I had the opportunity. I was waiting for the elevator when Fletcher got out of the lift, he froze for a few second before recovering and he looked at me again inquisitively.

“I was invited by the Walts” I said nonchalantly and went to the lift, but he took my arms and stopped me from going inside the elevator.

“You do know what you’re doing?” he said darkly. I looked up at him and smiled mischievously.

“that’s why I’m here for, remember?” I shook off his hand and went to the lift and pressed the ground floor button. Johnny the chauffer that Hindash called for me was waiting outside of the lobby, I didn’t wait a second and dashed inside the door when he opened it for me.  I was buzzing in the inside excited to face the wrath of my mother.

Inside the Walts residence it was as if I never left, everything was still in place except for the flower décor that my mother loved so much. I quickly said my greetings to some of the people that Fletcher introduced me from the Hamptons, some were giving me judging looks looking at me from up and down, and I can’t help but smile at them.

“Looks like you are the talk of the party.” I felt his hot breath on my ears and I reflexively shiver from disgust, Nick seems to take it as a compliment while I grimaced at him.

“ I take it that this wasn’t an open back kind of party.” I said humorously at him holding back my disgust from his action, he was looking at me from head to toe, and I was fighting back the urge to punch him in the face.

“It is now.” He said confidently, he smiled brightly knowing that his good looks could get him to places. I rolled my eyes at him and went to observing some of the pieces that were out for bidding.

“Where’s Fletcher?” he said as he went closer to me, I can feel the intensity of his gaze at the back of head.

“He’s busy, so I went alone for tonight.” I said not looking at him once. He made a disapproving grunt.

“Fletch shouldn’t let you go out all by yourself, a lady like you shouldn’t be out here without an escort.” I roll my eyes again, I straightened my back and turned to look at him. I walked slowly to him and whispered to his ear.

“Are you offering to be my escort for tonight?” I said to him quietly, my voice cracking at the end. I moved away  instantly and looked at him without a hint of smile on my face.  

“Does Fletch know this side of you?” he said quietly, he was looking at me like I was his prey, not knowing that it was the other way around.

“he knows every single part of me Nick, but do you wanna know a secret?” I smiled at him and went closer to his ear and whispered.

“I still think that you’re an i***t, Halden.” It was something that I always say to him everytime he took credit of my work.

I could see the avalanche emotions falling on his eyes.

“but how? –“ I wanted to laugh at his absurdity.

“We don’t want to let mother dear know of your stupidity, don’t we Nick?” I whispered to him again.

“Now laugh.” I said to him as I saw my mother looking at us suspiciously. He laughed like a maniac.

“That was so absurd Mr. Halden, I just hoped Fletcher was here to hear that funny story.” I said laughing again, wiping the imaginary tears on my eyes.

“Me too.” He said, not looking at me in the eyes.

“Nick you’re here early -- and Mrs. Kosch, Are you enjoying yourself?” she said challengingly, I smiled at her widely.

“Call me Kim Mrs Walts.” I said to her in a friendly tone, she just smiled at me.

“ I am, this is all too knew for me.” I said to her as my eyes swept through the room acting dazzled at her plain display of expensive flowers around the room.

“this was all arranged by Kathy –“ she said with so much pride, Kathy was the most sought out event stylist in the upper new york.

“—oh dear, I’m sorry. Kathy is a dear friend of mine and a famous event stylist here in New York. I don’t think you know her.” she said mockingly, while I looked at her with a confused smile.

“I wouldn’t, I’ve never heard of her before but thank you I would definitely avail her service if I’ll be hosting an event.” I smiled at her in a mockingly sweet way.

“you should. By the way where is Fletcher?” she smiled sinisterly, she found an opening to mock me again.

“ He’s caught up in work, that husband of mine sure is a workaholic.” I smiled at her again, she was looking at me in a calculating way.

“well I hope you enjoy your night Kim.”

“I will, thank you.” I said to her in a bright happy tone, making her infuriated even more.

“Nick a word.” She said in clip tone, my mother has always been fond of Nick – even since he started out at the company as an intern my mother had treated him differently. I’ve always wonder what their relationship was beyond the office, but then Lance came and the doubt that I had with their relationship faded it seems that my mother has been longing for a son of her own.

I followed them as they went to my father’s study, by the time I was 5 foot away from the door hiding at the corner of the hallway the two were fighting.

“I was just talking to her!” Nick whispered yelled

“You were flirting with her!” my mother yelled

“Can we not talk about this –“ Nick said to her in a low tone.

“I swear to you I will kill Lance, the way I killed Alexandria.” She said in a threatening voice. The hairs on my back stood up as I heard her confession.

“ you’re not allowed to touch my son, Geraldine –“

Son?

All this time, Lance was Nick’s Father.

“—I did everything you said to me.”

“ then do as what I say again. Kill that Kim, I don’t like seeing that face.” She said menacingly. Then all I heard was Nick laughing like a crazy person. That’s when I decided to move back to the party.

I decided to call Hindash after bidding on an antique machete that I knew Fletcher would love for a few hundred thousands of dollars.

“Can you get Johhny to pick me up?” the line on the end went silent

“ Hindash, are you there?” I said confused at his silence.

“I’ll pick you up.” It was Fletcher on the other line, he hanged up the phone before I could say anything.

I waited for Fletcher at the display of the Machete I bid on for him, as I looked at the list of bidders it seems like no one knows the true value of this machete. It was a colonial machete brought from the Philippines, the handle of the machete were a piece of bamboo around it were carving of a fish.

“Next time, remind your husband that  you’re planning for a suicide attack.” Fletcher whispered to my ear.