My Revenge His Regret

Chapter 14

Analisa's POV

After that awkward encounter, we sat in silence. Declan's father made sure to personally serve me. He is such a sweetheart. He was more of a father figure than my own father. He is the one who taught me how to cook because the restaurants are his and the hotels were his wife's. They are a wonderful power couple. I definitely admire them. Just like my godparents, they make each other better and are total opposites. I do not know why Austin is hostile towards them. He is always extremely rude to his aunt and uncle. As much as I wanted to scold him for his attitude towards them. I couldn't because I do not know the situation about what caused this behavior.

I also found it super weird that he did not know the restaurant he chose was his uncle's. He has basically lived with them for the majority of his life, so he should know what they own and he should hold a greater respect for them. I have a huge feeling this has a lot to do with Austin and his mentality for extravagance. Austin's parents' house is a big mansion, whereas Declan's house is an English-style manor that was handed down by their family through the generations. Before you think of how unfair it is, Austin's parents declined the manor saying it did not suit their needs.

Once I had finished breakfast, I went on with my day as if I had not seen Austin. My mother called me at lunchtime to cuss me out for stepping out in public dressed as a classless simpleton girl. Whatever that means. To be honest, that was the highlight of my day, knowing that my mother stressed out just because I did not wear any of the clothes she had stuffed in my closet. I try to remind myself that I should be grateful because she does take time to design clothes for me, but her reasoning for it is a selfish one and I cannot get behind that.

I am highly disappointed that I will have more days like that. My parents have scheduled these meet-ups with Austin daily until the wedding.

I have also been adding to the Austin folder which is going to come very handy in the future. Call me spiteful, conniving, manipulative, disgusting, childish or whatever else, right now it is survival of the fittest. So I will call myself a survivor and an opportunist. I will do what is necessary to make it to the very end. I will be the last one standing among us. All those trainings and special classes are finally going to serve a purpose and allow me to benefit from them.

Sometimes I just wish this was a nightmare, but I keep waking up and nothing changes.

I am currently sitting in a park watching all the families. I envy them so much. I had to sneak out just to be here. Reality is a brutal b***h sometimes. People say the rich do not struggle or lack anything, but that is not necessarily true, is it? I lack the love and support of a real family and I struggle with keeping my parents and the public happy. I also lack the knowledge of who I was truly meant to be or what I was supposed to do in this life. I just know it cannot be what I am doing now. Life is supposed to have a meaning and this cannot be it. I have a continuous struggle with wanting to move forward but do not have the willpower to do so. I would much prefer to lack money than lack a real familial connection. Which is something I desire and crave daily. I do not want this life for my future children.

I turn my head as I feel a presence. I was greeted by a group of teenage girls. "Hello." They all screamed in unison. "Hi." The loudness made me flinch and cover my ears for a moment. "Can I help you?" I asked in a soft and curious tone. One of the girls I am assuming is the leader, says, "Um, I hope so. You are Analisa, right?" I gently nodded and waited for her to continue. "We were wondering if we could get a picture with you if that is okay?" Oh, my parents are going to have a fit if they see this picture. I am not supposed to take pictures with fans unless it is scheduled. Oh well. "Yes, of course I am honored that you asked." I took a group picture with them and then individual ones. I give them all hugs. As they are walking away, I say in an excited voice, "If you girls decide to post those pictures please make sure to tag me." They all squeal and walk away giggling. I hide my mischievous smile.

Someone touches my shoulder and I quickly face that person. I lay my hand on my chest from the fright and took a breath of relief when I saw it was Ryan. "Ryan, you almost sent me into cardiac arrest." He chuckled at me. "Exaggerate much?" I glare at him. Before I could retort, a small group of teenage boys approached us.

I stared at them, waiting for them to speak. When one does, he is nervous. "Hello, we were wondering, could we have your autograph?" I nodded. "Do you have something specific you want me to autograph?" He looks at the other boys and they shake their heads. "Sorry we did not expect to see you here. We do not have anything." "How old are you guys?" "We are 15." I gestured for Ryan to hand me a few of my pictures I keep in a folder for occasions like this. I pull my permanent marker out of my purse. "Okay if you want to line up and allow me to use your backs while I sign each one. I will also need to know who I am making it out to." They do as they are told and I finish quickly. I kiss each boy's cheek and they all blush. I chuckle while Ryan rolls his eyes at me. "Analisa, your parents are going to get upset because you took pictures with a group of girls and gave another group autographs on personal pictures for free. Not to mention you hugged the girls and kissed the boys. The boys are underage. You just gave them false hope." "Chill out, the girls were close to my age. Should I not connect with people my age? As for the boys, it was just a damn innocent kiss on the cheek. What false hope did I give them? Ryan, they are fans and if fans cannot approach me, then what kind of celebrity would I be?" He sighs but does not comment.

We are making our way to my car when I see a girl trying to fix her shirt where her strap ripped in half. "Ryan, please get me one of my back-up shirts for this girl." He scoffs but goes to the trunk of my car and brings it back to me. I grabbed it after giving him the side-eye. I walked over to her. "Hello, I see you struggling to fix your shirt. I have a shirt you can have if you want it." She looks at me with wide eyes but she reaches out with her free hand. I handed it to her. "My car is right there. You can use it to change into the shirt." She nods and rushes into the backseat of my car and changes quickly. She is out a minute later and she finally manages to speak. "Thank you. If I may ask, will you sign it so I can frame it after I am done using it. I never want to forget your generosity." Ryan's mouth drops and his eyes go wide but he says harshly. "You want to ruin a designer top that you were just gifted?" He turns to me. "You just gave her a designer top from your mother's collection and she wants a free autograph on top of it to f*****g ruin it." The poor girl looks embarrassed. I burst out laughing and pulled out my marker and autographed the shirt for her. "Ignore him. Have a wonderful day. Enjoy the shirt." I said, smiling. I tug Ryan with me and see he is still pissed.

"This is not f*****g funny Analisa, I am going to get my ass chewed out for this s**t. I will never hear the end of it." "Chill out. I pay you, you work for me, not my parents, so they can say whatever they want. It doesn't mean anything." He huffs and at times like this I cannot help but notice how handsome and adorable he is. I giggle quietly but he hears it and glares at me, which makes me burst out laughing.

Without thinking, I intertwined our hands. He blinked rapidly at our joined hands, so I gently pulled my hands away. "Sorry I was not thinking." In reality I am not sorry but I am not going to tell him that. I love the feel of his skin on mine. His touch feels good and, not to mention, it feels safe. He gets a look of realization. "Oh f**k, I am so sorry I did not realize until now how I spoke to you. Oh s**t, I even glared at you. Please forgive me." I gave him a genuine smile. "Do not worry about it." He smiled at me in return. "Thank you."

Stopping at the park was a perfect way to end my day. If only I was allowed more time. Ryan always seems to find me no matter where I hide. He excels at his job like no other. He is very impressive and so down-to-earth and honest. He makes sure to always tell me as it is. I find it hilarious at times, especially when he is mad. This thought makes me sad because I miss Declan. He always understood me and he was my comfort.

I think that is why I chose to be with Declan because he was familiar, understanding and had a lot of patience. Being intelligent when young is extremely overwhelming. He was always there to comfort me when I was close to my breaking point. He was there for all of my achievements as well. I believe we made each other stronger because we were there for each other. The saying you never know what you have until you lose it does not apply because I knew exactly what I had. He was the only positive growing up. He was a breath of fresh air in my daily routine. People say smart people are dorks, but that is not true. It is all about perspective as well as presentation.

And I am going to make sure my presentation does not involve my mother's input. I walk into my closet and look through all the clothes I purchased. I already have my outfits picked out and they are not business or overly extravagant. I will be dressing casually yet classy.

My phone started to ring so I checked the caller ID and frowned. 'Hello Austin, what do I owe for this inconvenience?'

'My love, you wound me with your unkind words. Anyway, I was calling because I saw a few inconvenient posts by fans that you have tagged. I am sure they are photoshopped or edited but I need you to confirm this so I can sue them for defamation.'

'Hahaha you are really something. The photos are legit. They are from today. Do you not recognize the outfit I was wearing or do you need me to jog your memory of our awkward breakfast this very morning?'

'Love, why do you speak to me so harshly? Do you not respect me enough?'

I scoff 'Respect is earned and you have lost any respect I once had for you because you are a total dunce and lack morals.'

'Baby I love you, please calm down. Let's talk about this rationally.'

'Pfft I will not tell you again about calling me by these endearments because they are disgusting when they come out of your mouth. And there is nothing to talk about. I made an executive decision to take photos with fans and sign autographs as well. Please grow up and stop trying to control what I do in my life. My decisions are final. Do you understand?'

'Baby, please understand I am trying to help you. This is not good for your image.'

'Kindly shut the f**k up. You don't know the difference between your head from your ass. You are not qualified to advise me on anything or give an opinion. You lack the intelligence to do so.' With that I slam my phone down, not giving a s**t if he is still on the phone.