Chapter 3
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Oliver Anderson was New York’s famous rich, f**k boy. Maybe after watching his mother die of cancer, he lost his heart. But sadly, his father was moving on and getting a new wife.
He didn’t need to meet her to already hate her. And Kate was making it easy.
She stood by the entrance of the house, hands folded across her chest and mouth pouted.
“I’m going nowhere.”
If Oliver hated one thing, it was being his father’s errands boy. When he could have been entangled in bed with some hot ladies, he was here, standing in front of his Bentley, legs crossed at his ankle, waiting for his new step mother to ride with him.
How was he going to deliver the news to Olivia and Magareth? He had too much to think about than pleading for his step mom to go home with him.
“I haven’t got all day,” he said with indifference.
“Didn’t you eat what I said,” Kate fired back. “I’m not getting married to your father.”
He pushed his back from the car. At least, he would enjoy tormenting her. A piece of paper unscrolled from his hand. “This certificate doesn’t seem to think so…unless you have a million dollars.”
He snickered.
“I wasn't the one who spent it. If your father needs a wife, he should take Mandy.”
Oliver had had it enough. “The order was to take a girl named Kate and you fit the description. So, you either walk quietly into the waiting vehicle or I would have to drag you in by myself.”
“Maybe my corpse,’ she maintained. The shut door behind her prevented her from walking in. Becky had tossed everything she owned beside her. An old bag that contained her cloth and a pair of shoes she was ashamed to claim as hers.
“I’m going nowhere with you. One step closer and I would have you jailed for kidnapping.”
Oliver’s reaction was far from what she expected. A hearty chuckle escaped from his throat.
“You’re not a kid, Kate. Only kids get kidn*pped. Adults like you…they get taken.”
He moved closer, each step daunting, as Kate faced him squarely, ready to fight for her freedom. She was yet to understand what barrister Taylor had told her and the fact that her father had watched while Becky tossed her belongings outside.
But Oliver oouldn't be intimidated by furrowed brows and a pouted mouth. His muscular hand wrapped her and pulled her to his study chest, an action that awarded him a bite on the chest. He winced but didn’t let her go.
“You bite like a bug. It would take more than this to make me let you go.”
Her head was pressed against his chest and she could feel the beating of his heart, a storm like the one that raged in her chest.
“Go pick up someone your own size,” she spat.
Oliver scoffed and pulled her off the ground. Kate's legs were shot in the air as she fought for her freedom. “Let me go. Let me go, you bastard.”
“Okay.”
He let go and her reconnection with the earth was a painful meeting. She had barely taken in the pain in her butt when she heard laughter coming from the car.
Flashes.
They had been in the car all along and were videoing her.
“The new wife of Jack Anderson kissing dust.”
“Look how miserable she looks.”
“This should trend for weeks.”
Oliver stood above her, saying noting, as his friends taunted her.
“What? You like old d***s, don't you? I bet you have been screwing your father. He must have taught you how to ride old dicks.”
Oliver picked her from the ground like a bag of wheat. Her body was in too much pain for her to restrain.
“Not the back seat, Ol. Where she belongs. The booth.”
They laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. Just like the perfect package delivery.”
The booth opened mechanically and Oliver tossed her in.His friends gathered around him, taking more video.
“It suits you so much,” one of his friends said. “I can’t believe you’re about to be Ol’s mum.”
A frown appeared on Oliver’s face. “No one can be my mum, especially not a child. That’s enough.”
The booth was shut and Kate crawled to a corner, sobbing. How did today, her twenty first birthday - one she had dreamt of since she was twelve end up this way? She had dreamed of this day so much that it was almost reality. She hadn’t thought of a party. Just a signature and a card that contained all her money.
And then he would leave them. Move to a better city, far away from them and start a new life. Maybe fall in love, get married, and have a family. No where in her perfect dreams had she thought she would hear the words that came from barrister Taylor's mouth that morning.
He had looked her dead in the eyes and dropped the news like a bombshell.
Kate pursed her lips but it didn’t stop the tears. Not when she could hear the comments from the boys as the car sped on. She was to be married to a man she had never met, a man who had loaned them million dollars for Mandy's stupid prom dress.
How was she the one paying for Mandy's excesses?
She wiped the tears from her face. She was certain of one thing. They had all sat down and fabricated a big lie about her trust fund and she wasn’t going to let them have it.
Barrister Taylor’s voice echoed in her head as the voices of the boys cheered in the background.
“I'm sorry, Kate. Turns out the trust fund was just a lie.”
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