Divorcing Billionaire Vincent

CHAPTERTWO- FAMILY REUNION

CHAPTER TWO – FAMILY REUNION

Vincent comes straight to me. His strong hand wraps around my neck, and jerks me up from where i was sitting smugly on the bed. His strongs hands are still wrapped around my neck. He is not squeezing or choking but he still holds me firmly, just letting me know he could easily take my breath away, or even snap my neck if he just so pleases. The divorce papers fall onto the floor but i don’t show fear or grasp at his arms.

I don’t beg him.

“You never showed me this side of you, Jana. All of a sudden, you decide you are good at playing dangerous games.” He gives me a once over.

“It’s not my fault you think I’m playing games when I’m being serious.” I chuckle.

He thumbs one of the angry hickeys he left last night, causing a rush of warmth to the spot.

“Serious? Fine. Let's see what everyone has to say about this seriousness. Collins, call our families for a meeting.”

He says to Collins but his eyes are still on mine. He intends to make me regret this. I don’t care. For the past year in our marriage, I was scared of him, always trying to please him. But now I was no longer going to be that person.

Collins begisns in an unsure voice.

“But the ball to celebrate your anniversary will begin soon. If there’s a meeting now, it may affect everyone’s mood. It’s not good for the family’s image.

“I did not ask for you counsel.” Vincent lashed at him.

“Forgive me young master.” Collins bows quickly apologising

I smile sweetly at Vincent. A fake sweet smile.

“Get her ready.” He dumps me on the bed and announces to Collins.

“Yes sir.” Collins says as he beckons the glam team in.

Vincent walks out of the room and I burst into uncontrollable laughter. I was f*****g crazy

I don’t even stop laughing when my glam team come in. I don’t stop laughing when they lead me to the tub of hot water.

I sit in the hot water and let the soothing steam soak me up so I feel the warmth in my bones.

It's only then that my laughter turns into tears.

I hated my life. I hated myself and I hated Vincent the most.

I didn’t let the tears run for too long. I step out of the shower and wrap a towel over myself.

I take my time, putting on heavy concealer that hid my hickeys. I did not want to expose last night activities to the whole world.

The team takes over, doing my make up the way vincent preferred me to look. I’ve always had my make up done this way and never tried a new look. I’d grown to like it but now i don’t even know if it was just so ignrained in me or i actually liked it.

“Young Master Kensington has picked the dress you’d be wearing tomight. One of the women says, handing me a white gown.

“How audacious of him. Tell him to wear it instead if he likes it so much.”

Their eyes widened in shock at my words but they don’t say anything. Just bow thier heads and move back.

I open my wardrobe, lookigng at the different gowns in my closet. My fingers go straight for the only black one. Vincent hated it when women wore the colo black. I had got this gown becuase it was beautifl but once i found out Vincent did not like it, i immediately hid it away. Too scared to attempt throwing it out lest he saw me with it and hated me.

Thinking about it now, i was really stupid. I put on the black gown, perfect for tonight and pair it with black heels. I let the stylists do my hair before stepping out. My stomach was rumbling in hunger. Just my glam to appear in the eye of the public took all day.

By the time i come out, the ballroom is all set up. There’s a slideshow of pictures and videos from our wedding day playing. Ther’es no other memories or pictures and videos aside that. Why did i cling onto a man who clearly never wanted me ? The staff hurry around making small arrangmements here and there before the guests start showing up.

“Ms Jana, the young master request your presence in the living room.” A maid says from behind.

“Thanks for informing me.” I say politely, walking to the staircase. I was ready for him.

By the time i go upstairs, My family is already in the grand living room of the Kensingtons. Seated under the soft glowing light coming from the extravagant chandelier hanging above them.

My father, George Croften bows his head, my step mother, Ana Croften shifts uncomfortably in the luxury sofa chairs that were particular designed for the Kensington home. They must be surprised by my behavior. I have never acted out of character. I was an obedient daughter. A perfect one but i wasn never appreciated.

Lauren Croften is however the opposite of me. She grew up resentful of me and spoiled by Ana Croften. Even now under the tense environment, she doesn’t have any worry. She is in a full face of make up, a red dress that is too short for a family visit with her inlaws, but I’m not surprised. She had never hidden her motive from me. She always wanted to be the Mrs. Kensington and was probably overjoyed at my divorce announcement. I remember the days she shamelessly tried to sabotage me so I’d look incompetent in front of the Kensingtons. I shouldn’t have tried so hard, then maybe she’d be in my place instead.

I take my time, my heels are loud as i approach my family, one step at a time.

Pah!

A slap lands on my cheek, causing my neck to snap the other way. it stings

The print of a thumb palm subtly remains on my cheek.

“You ingrate! After your good for nothing mother passed away, I still took care of you and provided you with everything, and this is how you decided to repay my kindness ? You better get on your knees, show remose, and hope the Kensingtons will be meciful enough to forgive your stupidity and accept you back because you’re not returning to my house. ” My father bellowed.

“You never cared about my mother and I, did you? I see how stupid I’ve been all these years, looking up to you. Is this the greeting i deserve after everything ?” I grit my teeth.

“You dare talk back to me now ?” He waves a menacing finger in my face.

My mother was from a poor family background and had married my father when he was poor. But my father hungry for power had divorced her once he started to succeed in life, and married Ana in order to have a higher societal standing. My poor mother died of heaart break. Now he was using me to do the same for him.

A voice cleared her throat and we all looked up. It was Madam Kensington. Vincent’s mother. She’s dressed in a regal royal blue gown. Beautiful pearls sit elegantly on her neck which still looked youthful from all the anti-aging treatment she did. She was here on behalf of the Kensington family. It was no secret the woman didn’t like me for her own reasons. Her lips lift in a small smile. She was happy I got slapped. She must be infuriated that I was demanding a divorce instead of begging to stay in this sham marriage.

“We are sorry for the ruckus, Madam Kensington.” My father and stepmother bow their heads. They always acted without pride in front of the Kensingtons. Their biggest fear was not being deemed noble and elite enough to be the Kensington's in-laws and now I was ruining their hard work further and further, making their worst fear a reality.

Madam Kensington only gives a little scoff, walking to take her seat.

“It seems she is not liked here either. After one year of marriage and she has still not pleased her mother in law. She is also not with child. It is obvious why they no longer want her.” Lauren whispers haughtily to Ana but loud enough for me to hear. They both giggle.

“The Paparazzi is here. Should we let them in ?” Collins announces with a bow, seeking permission from Madam Kensington.

“The Paparazzi? Why are they here ?” My father asks worriedly. He was scared of the divorce getting online and letting the whole world witness the embarrassment of the Croften family. This will not only turn the Croften family into the laughing stock of society but our business partners will forsake us. Our stock prices will go down once people learn we are no loner affiliated with the Kensingtons.

“Didn’t your daughter tell you, she personally wanted them invited.” Madam Kensington says with a wicked smirk. She must be enjoying the spectacle. After all she didn’t have have to lift a finger to kick me out. In her mind, I was ruining my image all by myself

His eyes turn to me, red with anger. He would have definitely slapped me agian had it not been that he was trying to keep up appearances in front of Madam Kensington.