HI, MR BILLIONIRE

ISLA’S POV “Isla, will you marry me?” The words reverberated in my head for the umpteenth time, and a slight smile caressed my lips. It had been four years of dating Lucas, and I was more than glad that he finally popped the question. I did my happy hippy hop dance as I made my way to his room. I know damn well that it was wrong to see my man before the wedding. But I doubted that there was any harm in showing him a picture of the dress. To get the shock off his face firsthand. “You taste good, baby.” His voice said intense, and I froze the second a female moan followed. My fingers trembled, and I wished more than anything that I was mistaken. “I could be in you all day.” were his next words, and I felt my heart break into tiny little pieces. Blinking back the tears, I pushed the door open, and the phone I held in my left hand came clanking the second they landed, alerting them. My breath hitched, and I let the tears fall. “Mom..” My voice quivered. Pain spread through my chest and caused a tight knot. There they lay, my Mother’s back arched while my dear boyfriend held her butts firmly in place. “Oh! You are here.” He let out, his waist moving regardless as he thrust in and out, his eyes sparkling with each one. “Your Mom tastes so good, Isla. You should try this.” He grunted, causing Genevieve to chuckle as she turned to hit him slightly in the chest. “You are too naughty, and that's why you are my favorite.” She teased. I felt my blood boil, and I clutched onto my gown so hard that my knuckles became white. A loud ringing went off in my head. “Mother!” I screamed, my throat hurting so that it caused both of them to startle. “Will you both just stop!” My tears blurred my vision this time, rolling down with no control. “Can you….” My shaky legs hit the floor, and I clutched onto my chest, the ripping pain shredding what was left of my heart. It suddenly felt like a bag of nylon had been wrapped over my head. “Why…Why Mother?” My cracked voice gave out my weakness. “Why!!” Silence engulfed the air that one would almost think they were suddenly remorseful until Mother’s laugh swallowed everything up. “You are so dramatic, aren't you?” She said as she picked up her dress putting it on. “You are not the only one deserving of a sweet man. Besides, I’m not asking you to leave. It’s more like…” She paused, her steps resounding as she made her way forward, then leaned in to look me straight in the face. “You know, since your father died, I haven't felt so whole. So…wanted. He makes me feel good, Isla. Can’t your poor mother have this one thing?” I scoffed in disbelief, and my stomach clenched hard. My lips became dry, and I felt a little thirsty, thirsty to pluck her eyes out. “He is my boyfriend, Mother. Can you even hear yourself? Can you...” I dragged in a shaky breath, closing my eyes briefly as the pain swallowed me up. “Do you have no shame?” My voice rose. My vision was blinded by the slap that followed, leaving a sting behind. But it was nothing compared to the pain. “I loved you, Mother. I…I…cherished you. I saw you…saw you as my role model for being strong and…” My voice broke, and the hot tears stung my eyes. “I hate you, Mother. I hate you.” They came out as a whisper, and my fingers dug into my chest, letting the pain run to my brain. “You are being dramatic, Isla. You know that. I can always satisfy your Mom and you. I am more than capable. Besides, you insisted on no s*x until marriage. A man needs to be a man, Isla.” He let out with a smile plastered on his face before his arms wrapped around Mom’s back, and he rocked his naked waist against her behind. His member dangling. “You want some more, baby?” Mom laughed hard. Her eyes brightened with the trace of life. Ever since Dad’s death, this was the first time I had seen my Mother being genuinely happy. And the only one to bring that out in her was my boyfriend. A head-splitting headache ran through me, and I blinked back the tears as I tried to stop my body from shaking. “You want him, Mother? Then you can have him. You can have him, Mother!” I yelled, my palms searching the floor as I tried to get up despite the weakness that had eaten deep. “The wedding is off, Lucas. Have fun with my Mother.” I clenched my jaw as I spoke, my breathing getting shaky as my eyes produced a new set of tears. “Don’t you think that’s a little too harsh? I’m not complaining about you being a Mother of one, you know. Too bad I like my women used and torn.” He let out, laughing maniacally as he reached out to touch my face, which I immediately slapped away. “Don’t you dare touch me!” I was staggering now. The pain was way too much. The blow from being hit by the same people I would die for. “Don’t…touch…me...Lucas…” The tears found their way down as memories of his lies flooded through my head. Our little dates. Our sexcapades. Our little late-night talks. The movies and reviews. The giggles and little runaround. “Why did you ever lead me on if I was never the one?” Somehow, I knew I deserved an answer. I needed to understand why I was a pawn in their game. In his hands. “Because you, Isla, are too trusting. Wanting love. A happy family.” His laugh contaminated the air once again. “I can love more than one woman, you know. I will treat you right, I promise.” The way the words rolled down his lips slowly made me clench my palms into fists. My jaw clenched before it eased into a dry laugh. “I deserve better, and you are not it. Have a sorrowful life, Lucas. You too, Genevieve.” My heart broke as I said the words, but I don’t show it. Turning around and walking away, I let the tears fall off. Picking my phone, I made my way straight into the taxi I had stopped. I let it all fall out. The pain. The mask. Everything crumbled into nothingness. But one thing was sure: I had to be strong for Theodore. I had to stay sane for him.