Divorcing Billionaire Vincent

CHAPTER THREE – CONFUSION AND CHAOS

CHAPTER THREE – CONFUSION AND CHAOS

“How about we let them go. She might not have understood the meaning of her actions. I don’t think she doesn’t really want a divorce. Give some time to reason with her.” My father says nervously.

“I do very well want a divorce. I’d like for them to come in” I say, taking my seat and crossing my legs. If i had any thoughts of changing my mind to preserve my family’s honor, it had definitely cleared. Regardless of everything, i once loved them all dearly but seeeing how they were already treating me today intead of protecting me from my inlaws, i no longer was putting the Croften name before mine.

“Very well then, We can’t deny the Croften girl her last wish. Lets not keep our guests waiting.” Madam Kensington says, nearly beaming with a smile. This was more than perfect for her. She couldn’t wait for me to be embarrased.

“Yes Madam.”

We all get up and begin to walk to the ballroom. The event below was in full swing as all the important names of society were in the room tonight. My father was soaked in cold sweat, realizing he was done for. His clothes tick to him like a second skin. But still i refuse to give in. it’d only end up being a cycle.

All eyes turn towards us as we descended the stairs.

Collins offers the group of journalists in. It was their first time in the Kensington mansion.The Kensingtons were far too royal to grant interviews or talk to the Papparazzi. The papparazzi had always had to resort to outrageous methods to get inside scoops about the family. But now, they had been invited inside the huge mansion. They should be thanking me for that.

Gasps of awe sound around us as they snap pictures quickly, flashlights going off. I don’t blame them the mansion was huge. I was the same the first time i stepped in here. The upper class people of society looked down their nose at them, their eyes were so judgy. They scremaed we are better than you.

A large grand chandelier sits above us like a goddess, casting a warm glow. Plush, deep sofas chairs upholstered in fine leather are arranged around sleek marble center tables. With little groups of threes and fours around them. A number of them had contracts and papes on them. This was another networking event. They didn’t guve two craps about my wedding.

Almost every noble daughter was here tonight, dressed to the fullest. They must have seen the recording i leaked and are already dying to have a taste of Vincent. I can’t help but feel a bit jealous. Not because i thouhgt they didn’t have the right to him but because even if i left, he’d still make anopther woman his victim. He could liive freely without worrying about being bullied. i would not have that freedom.

Expensive floor to cieling glass windows are coverered with luxurious silk curtains. Curated art pieces and sculptures from the finest artists around the world adds a touch of rare elegance Every detail had been carefully done, exuding sophistication and refined taste.

“Bring out the alimony.” Madam Kensington calls out, directing the attention of the Papparazzi to us.

“Alimony ? Are the rumors really through ?”

“Mr and Mrs Kensington are getting a divorce”

“I thought we were called here for them to debunk the rumors.”

The journalists whispered among themselves, shocked at Madam Kensingtons declaration.

I understood her perspective now. She was going to make this look like the Kensington’s were the ones calling for the divorce in order to save her pride. She didn’t even let me annouce that i wnated a divorce

“Yes Madam” Collins beckons the maids in.

Luxury gifts are brought in. A suitcase full of cash, limited edition bags, custom made shoes, Designer purses, beautiful dresses and a few set of car keys.

Ana and Lauren’s eyes widen like saucers at the luxury gifts. Eager to get their hands on them.

“Sign the divorce papers and all these will be given to you, ” Madam Kensington says haughtily.

I walk towards the gifts. Spreading my fingers and feeling the quality materials caress my finger tips like a wanton.

I grab a purse, and fling it away. It clattered loudly in the distance.

Everyone gasps in shock.

“What the hell do you think you are you doing ?” Ana demands.

I grab another dress, spreading my arms wide and tearing the fabric its only then that Lauren rushes forward, grabbing onto the rest of the items, and pushing me away.

“Stop it! Your mannerless behavior is bringing to shame to the family” She shouted at me.

“Shame ? What do you, Lauren know about shame ? Are you trying to prevent me from being shameless or are you trying to protect the items for yourself ?”

“How dare you speak to your sister like that ?” Ana stood up from her seat, glaring at me. But we both knew i was right.

Madam Kensington smiles, enjoying the drama unfold. She liked to be a puppeteer, manipulating and controlling situations without getting her hands dirty.

The journalists and guests are living for the drama, cameras flashaway. I can already see the disgusting headlines

“Croften girls scramble over luxury goods alimony from Kensingtons”, “Croften girl gets divorced, Family fight over compensation”

I walk back grabbing a pen and signing the document.

“I have no need for your alimony. All i want is to bid good riddance to this awful arranged marriage.”

Murmurs break out in the crowd and Madam Kensington’s regal and swanlike posture slouches a tiny bit. A small telltale sign that she did not like my blunt language but i didn’t care. I had signed the papers and i was free.

“Mrs Kensing- I mean Ms Croften, Can you tell us what you mean by your statement ?” A bold journalist asks.

“She means we had an arranged marriaged and that is now over..” A deeply smooth but commanding voice speaks.

Vincent. All eyes turn to the stair case, turning silent.

Vincent stands tall beside the polished railing, his intimidating gaze pierces the room below. Soft light casts shadows across his chiseled godlike features, enhancing his allure and making him seem untochable. He’s dressed in a tailored suit made just for him. He had a way of making everyone feel his presence and i was definitely not immune.

The soft creak of his shoes echoes on the stairs as he comes down. He walks straight towards.

I don’t get to say anything before his hands circle my nape possessively, and he crashes his lips to mine, taking my mouth in a passionate kiss. Warmth pulls somewhere deep in my lower belly. His chest presses against my breasts as he devours my lips shamelessly.

Flashlights go off, nearly blinding me as the Papparazzi takes pictures of us. The room is in pure confusion and chaos.