Billionaire's Ex-bestfriend

chapter-5

We heard laughter from behind and when we looked for it, I saw my son laughing. I smiled then looked at Lisa who widened her eyes.

"Is that...Marco ?" She asked and I nodded. Then my son was swallowed in a tight hug.

"Oh my...you grew up so fast. When I last saw you, you were just this small. I'm sure you are going to flood a lot of panties in the future." Then Lisa striked again, giving crude comment without considering the age of her audience.

"liz!" I called her in disbelief. I saw my son's curious face.

"Sorry" She mouthed.

"So shall we go?" She invited. She ushered us towards her car and I put our suitcases in the luggage compartment.

My heart was drumming inside my chest as we drive near our destination. I couldn't stop fidgeting my hands due to nervousness. Lisa grasped my hands on my lap that got my attention.

"Hey, you worry too much. It's going to be alright." She assured me.

"I don't know, I'd been gone for ten years and a lot of things changed." I said and looked at my son from the backseat. Who was watching the view of the surroundings from the window.

"This is nothing compared to the worst you had been through. You're a warrior, you'll survive."

"Thanks" I sighed and smiled.

We parked the car along the others in the cemetary. From my distance, I saw people in black gathered in one place. I heavily breathe before grabbing my son's hand, lisa was behind and we walked towards the compiled people.

As we got closer, we saw heads turning one by one in our direction. Some have recognitions while others displayed curiosity as to who we were. Even the priest who was reading his bible stopped and looked at us. That is when all eyes were completely watching.

"Ella?" A familiar voice called. "Oh God!" I was welcomed with a tight embrace from my twin sister.

When she looked at me, I saw tears running down her face. I was like looking at the mirror but her face have sense of maturity now.

"Sorry" I muttered while I wiped the tears off her face. She shook her head and embraced me again but it was quick because her eyes landed somewhere, I followed it and smiled.

"Marco I want you to meet my twin sister and your aunt, Mila jones." I said to my son. "Mila this is my nine year old son, Marco." She looked at me with wide eyes then to her nephew.

"Hi Aunt Mila, I am happy to finally meet you. Mom used to tell a lot of things about you." My son stated. He reached out his hand to Ella for a hand shake.

"Well I hope my sister said only good things about me." My sister replied then she crouched and hugged my son instead.

"He's gorgeous." Mila said to me.

"Thank you!" Marco answered politely for me and Mila chuckled.

"Sis" A male voice approached us. It was my all grown up younger brother, Nathan. He firmly embraced me by his muscular arms that I could hardly breathe.

"Ah Nate, can't breathe."

"Sorry" He awkwardly said.

"It's fine." I said nonchalantly and smiled.

Sorrу He awkwardly said.

"It's fine." I said nonchalantly and smiled.

When I saw my mother, I greeted and embraced her. I could sense the tension between us because she had a blanked face when she just nodded at me. But when I acquainted my son to her, her face instantly softened. She already adored him and my son loves the affection he was getting from them.

The priest was already done giving his prayers and speeches were all given. People who attended my father's funeral gave their last condolences to my family before they left. I requested to be left alone to see my father's face for the last time before his coffin bury under the ground.

Tears cascaded on my face when I saw my father's peaceful face. He wasn't just a father; he was also my best friend. The large number of people who attended his funeral reflected how great of a man he was.

"Dad, I hope your spirit can hear me. I'm sorry for not being a good daughter, for disappointing you and for not being there for you. I'm really sorry for everything. I know it's too late but I want you to know that I love you and you will be my inspiration to be a good parent to my son. Thank you for being a great father." I said, pouring my heart out.

I waited for his coffin to be buried and the gravestone to be put in place before I decided to leave. But my way was blocked by someone in a custom-made black suit. When I looked up, I saw a pair of intense gray eyes directed at me.

"Come stai mia cara? You'd finally decided to show up. We need to talk." He said in grave tone.

This great looking man who was making my heart beat twice its normal, was the last person I wanted to see. Just by looking on his bewitching eyes, told me that I will be in big trouble and that involve my heart.