The Billionaires Revenge

Hook, Line And Sinker

When I was a young I always dreamt of having a guy sweep me off my feet, someone who would take me away and love me unconditionally without fail. But that’s just child’s play, it’s an unrealistic dream that I coped with because of my difficult upbringing, the trauma that I didn’t need as a child and a family that I didn’t need to grow up with. Everything from my childhood was difficult, from my hair color to the way I dress was planned and dictated to me, everything needs to be meticulously planned, I don’t need to have an opinion because it was all thought out for me, I have to watch how my face reacts because it’s a reflection of my family, and no matter what I do, where I go and what I think, they will know – I knew that there was no man out there to save me, that’s why I ran away.

It wasn’t a difficult to run away from the Walton Manor, but running away from plain sight was easy enough because no one expected me to run away in the public eye.

I’ve been planning this escape for 4 months now; I’ve pawned all of the jewellery that I had, making sure that I have no trace of withdrawals in the bank to not make any suspicious act on my end.

On the day of my escape we were attending Ralph’s Annual Brunch, it was a business man’s wet dream. Every connection that you needed is attending that party, every powerful entities in the business world will be making their transaction this morning and I will be making my escape.

 I only had the money on my purse, fitting in an extra set of clothes would make me look conspicuous. I was clutching my purse making a permanent indent of my finger nails on the leather of my chanel classic flap that my mother loves, I was smiling and shaking hands with everyone that my parents had shook. I performed my last duty as their prodigal daughter that day, putting on my best performance making them smile from ear to ear at my obedience.

“You’re doing great sweetie.” My mother whispered from my ear and I nodded and smiled like the obedient daughter that I am.

Mark Kosch was my plan. He was my escape, the 23 year old multi-billion trust fund baby was my ticket out of this f****d up life that I’m in. I’ve been sneaking glances at him for the past few months, smiling at him and making shy glances like a 15 year old.

I knew that my parents approved of him, they’ve been praising him every Sunday brunch as if he developed a vaccine for a newly developed disease.

 I rolled my eyes at the thought. I just needed Mark to talk to me and then my plan would be solid. As if on cue Mark talked to my parents and they’ve gushed at him like a bunch of overzealous teenage kid, they’re that excited to merge business with the Kosch and Mark was an only child.

Mark saw me looking at them and smirked at me, while I smiled at him – not a shy smile that I’ve been putting on for the last 4 months but a smile that I know that can weaken a man’s heart.

I know how I look, I’m beautiful and I’m taking advantage of it, if not for my beauty my parents might have locked me up in our manor, never be seen by the public, but I was their treasure, their beautiful over achieving daughter that they picked out of the heard of Asian babies in a dodgy hospital somewhere in Korea, curated and they’ve been proud of themselves for creating me. A façade of a perfect beautiful adopted Asian baby.

Mark was hooked, he knew that smile and he made his move.

“Hi, I’m Mark Koch and you are?” he put on his best smile and offered me his hand to shook and I took it.

“Alexandria Walt” I smiled at him, making my hands linger for a few seconds. He looked at our joined hands and I saw him nervously gulped, which made me laugh out of sheer playfulness.

“I’ve noticed you for a quite a while now.” He quietly said.

“You did?” I said playfully, making him smirk at me.

“Yeah, do you wanna get out of here?” and hooked, it’s like luring a 5 year old with a bag of sweets to a white van. I shook my head smiling at him as I walk away from him making it look like I was playing hard to get. I sat down at my parents table making my mother giving me an inquisitive look.

“Mark asked me to go out with him for an afternoon stroll to the city” I whispered at her ears, making her perk up. She nodded her head in agreement and shoo’d me off.

“Retouch you’re face first, you’re getting a little oily.” She whispered at me. I nodded and walked away making sure that Mark was out of my parent’s sight. I speed walk to the entrance avoiding Mark and my parent’s chauffer; I made my way to the entrance.

It wasn’t easy to hail a cab at New York but faith was on my side, I got in to the cab and made my way to a dodgy car dealership which is in Long Island, an hour long drive to get an old beat up car.  I threw away my phone as the car was driving through a bridge, making me finally breathe.

After 21 years this was the first time that I could finally breathe freely, but I wasn’t completely out of New York yet so I needed to be cautious for now. I paid the cab driver a hefty amount of money making him delete my video on his dash cam.

It was a pretty dodgy car dealership, no cameras and no credit card transaction making this an easy purchase. I bought a 2003 Honda civic, not quiet as the beat up version of what I had in mind for a getaway car, but it was good enough to take me as far away from New York.

I didn’t have enough time to buy necessities for my long drive, but I was determined to get as far away as possible before stopping by a gas station. I was wearing a tweed pale blue suit, making me stand out like a sore thumb. Everyone will definitely look at me at a gas station, but I didn’t care. I was on my way to California, a little town that my parents wouldn’t even know that I would ran to. It was a long exhausting 42 hour drive, but it’ll be worth it.

I was 13 hours in on my drive when I realized that I haven’t eaten anything since brunch, it was 3 in the morning and I was in need of gas and sustenance. I pulled up to a small gas station and pumped gas, I threw my blazer at the back seat and took enough money from my purse to pay for gas and money.

My high heels sinking to the gravel as I was walked to the store, I bought enough food and water to get me by for the last 29 hours of my drive to Little Grass Valley.

“You need to change out of that stuck up little outfit Missy.” The lady at the cash register told me as I was paying.

“I know.” I told her, not looking at her.

“Be safe, in that outfit you’re going to get unwanted advances.” She warned me. I smiled at her like the way I smiled at every business partner that my parents had and went to my car and drove away. I knew she was right.

After a few hours of driving I changed lanes and went to a small town to find a thrift store. I went to a little thrift store that sells clothes and old records, It was quaint ad kitchy not my style but I was desperate.

I bought a cut off short and a few pieces of polo’s and t-shirts, enough for a 2 day trip. As I was driving off the city I saw a mother and daughter laughing as they jog off.

Maybe if my mother wasn’t a heiress of a multi-billion conglomerate, maybe we would’ve that kind of bond. A tear escaped my eye; I quickly wiped it off and drove off to my destination. There was no time crying over spilled milk, what’s done is done. We would never see each other, if they didn’t find me. If not, they still have Lance to groom. He might be young and only 7 years old but I know that he would be perfect for the role of COO in the future.

As I was driving, I realized that I didn’t have a plan of what I was going to do after all of this,  I knew that I had to get a new identity, get a house and what then?

It was crazy for me to get out of town and escape my family, but I wasn’t born to scrub floors. I was born to lead a multi-billion company, how was I going to live a normal life when I know nothing how normal works.

I took a deep breath.

“You can do this, it’s better than living like a prisoner.” I reassured myself.

I was exhausted, I was driving for 2 days straight without a wink of sleep, the only thing that got me going was redbull and a few Hershey bars that I was devouring for the last 48 hours.

I parked at a back of a diner shop and took a nap for a little bit before forming a plan on what I was going to do first.

I woke up to a sound of a knock on my car window. I straightened up and looked at the guy signalling for me to lower my window. I didn’t, for all I know he might mug me and all my plans would be ruined. I cracked a little opening on my car window, enough to hear him.

“What?” I asked him.

“You can’t squat here.” He said as if I was a crazy lady.

“I’m not squatting here, I just needed to nap.” I said irritated at him, if he’s not hot I would’ve ignored him and drove away.

“You are, look lady you’ve been napping here since I started my night shift. It’s been 8 hours and you need to go.” He said to me with a humorous attitude.

I’ve been out for 8 hours, f**k.

“I’m going; don’t need to be a prick about it.” I started my engine and back off the parking lot, sticking my tongue out like a five year old at him, making him chuckle. I went to a pharmacy to buy a black hair dye to cover my bleach blonde hair that my mother insisted, I was not even blonde to start with, I was Asian but she hated my dark roots and I didn’t I love my black silky hair, I hated how brittle my hair is from all the bleaching to match her blonde hair. I knew I was an Asian child that they adopted out of desperation, I was their plan B, but then they had Lance. That’s when everything had changed, I had to be better and stronger, I had to prove that I was more than that Asian baby they adopted out of sheer desperation, and I needed to prove myself to remain visible to my family. But I had enough of it, I was smart and responsible, but that was not good enough for them. They wanted more from me, they demanded perfection, but then they soon realized that I wasn’t, I came into terms that in order to be perfect for this family I have to marry someone like Mark Kosch, and that I would be a stand in for my little brother until he can manage to run the company. I wasn’t meant to be a leader, I was just a mere seat filler.

At the back of the pharmacy restroom, I dyed my hair black. I run my hands to my wet hair, feeling the brittle ends at my hands. I took the scissors and cut everything off. It feels like a weight was lifted off of my chest at every strand I cut, I was crying and smiling whilst cutting off the extra baggage I had for the last few years. When I was finished my hair was at shoulders length, it was not perfectly cut, but I felt perfect for the first time in my entire life. I had the hair that I’ve always wanted, it was a start.

I went to my car with a confident smile, I drove off and looked for a house that I could rent, or maybe own if it’s within my budget. I found a small cottage that had a ‘For Sale’ sign.

The place was pretty, it was surrounded by a big willow tree and rose bushes that wrap around the cottage. It was perfect, a little too perfect. I knocked on the door and a woman probably in her 60’s answered the door with an infectious smile.

“Hi, I was looking at the cottage and it’s beautiful –“ I was lost of words, mainly because she was looking at me happily.

“I’m glad you like it.” She laughed at me.

“Come in, do you want to look around?” she opened the door and welcomed me in.

“I was thinking of maybe buying it or renting it.”I told her honestly.

“Oh, well then came to the right place honey. Come in, I’m Sherly by the way but everyone calls me Nana around here.” she took my hand and lead me to the living room. It wasn’t in the best shape but it had potential. There was small table for two and small kitchen connected to the living room, a bed frame was placed next to the living room and a door that probably leads to the only bathroom.

“and you are?” she looked at me expectantly.

“Kim Soo” I smiled at her.

“What a beautiful name,  reminds me of when Byron and I watched Miss Saigon in New York in the 90’s. Kim was our favourite character.” She sighed, I could feel her nostalgia as her eyes wondered around the room.

“It’s one of my favourite plays.” We both smiled at each other our happiness radiating form one another.

“Anyways, There’s no closet space but I can give you a good price.” She said cautiously, looking at my reaction.

“I don’t need the closet space, its perfect the way it is.” I smiled at her, she was relieved.

“ I know it’s not in the best shape but it’s got good bones, you could decorate it and paint it whatever you want.” Her hands moved in an animated way gesturing at how I could change the space like the property bothers.

“How much is it?” I finally asked.

“$15,000”  she said.

“5, 000 for instalment and you can pay me monthly for the rest, if you want.”

“okay” I smiled at her and gave her a hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I merrily said.

“Oh hun, I know everyone in this town. When a young girl comes to a little town like, they’re most likely in need of an escape. Don’t make me regret his sale.” She told me honestly.

“I won’t Nana, I promise.” I didn’t even question on how on the money her bet was.

That day I bought everything that I needed for the cottage and a second hand laptop, I needed to find Louis and tell him to mail me the package that has my new identity that I had sent over to him. Louis was my only friend at New York, he didn’t like that I planned on running away but he knew it was the only way. Just like him, his stuck in the high society – we were both our own sanctuary and I hated myself for leaving him.

I emailed him after setting up my bed and putting the groceries to the cupboard, I have no fridge so I only bought bread and a couple of spreads. I put away my new plates and cups and went to my newly dressed bed.

I had a couple of share that I could liquidate, but It’s too risky. I needed to let it go and focused on what I need right now to get by, I only had $10,000 left on my purse. I need to find a viable non risk investment if I want that money to grow. I laid down and thought of a new plan.

“Welcome home, Kim.” I said to my new self