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1 take a deep breath to calm nty angry nerves and mutter through gritted teeth:
“I’m not a money–hungry whore, Elle. I don’t need your money
She smirks and sahays to the nearest table, running her slender ngertips across the lamp holder.
“I don’t think you’re in the position to educate me on who is and who isn’t a whore when you decided to become Caesar’s wife barely twenty four hours after your ex–husband rejected you
Her words pierce my heart like a double–edged sword.
“You don’t know know me well enough to come to that conclusion.”
“And I don’t want to know you.” She snaps, spinning in my direction. “All I know is that Caesar is mine. He belongs to me. I want him back and I don’t need you in the way.”
I nod, trying hard to contol my temper.
“Are you even sorry for what you did, Elle? Your daughter is lying in the hospital on the verge of death because of you. Are you sorry for that? It seems to me that all you’re concerned about is Caesar and his money.”
Elle is as stiff as a board as my words settle around us. The confident spark in her eyes has long disappeared. Now they’re cold icy.
I expect her to give me a snappy comeback but instead, she stalks past me, making for the door. She places a finger on the doorknob and turns to me:
“Now is not the time to be a smarty pants, Amaya. I suggest you keep your mouth out of matters that do not concern you. In the meantime, consider my offer. I need to know your response before the end of the week.”
That said, she walks out of the room and slams the door.
Jayla makes faces at the closed door.
“I hate that stupid bitch.” She huffs.
I press a finger against my eyes. “But she’s right. atleast about some things.”
Jayla frowns at me. “I’ll swim in an ocean full of sharks before I ever agree that that airheaded porcupine is right about anything.
But I’m very interested to know how you think she’s right.”
A smile tugs at my lips.
“Air headed porcupine?”
She rolls her eyes. “Trust me, that was the nicest name that came to my mind.”
“Noted. Anyways, I just gave birth, Jayla. I lost one of my babies but I have two more to take care of. Children cost money, and I want to provide comfort for my babies. I need to make money somehow.”
Jayla blinks at me. “Wait, are you thinking about accepting Elle’s offer?
“No. Of course not! I would never stoop to that level.”
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She breathes a sigh of relief.
“What do you want to do then? Grandma and I don’t mind taking care of you and your babies in the meantime. You know you can’t get a job right now. You haven’t even recovered from your pregnancy injuries yet.”
“I know you both want to support me and I really appreciate that but I don’t want to be a burden. Which is why I’ve decided…”
Thirty minutes later, Jayla and I are standing before the Blackwell mansion after successfully escaping Caesar’s penthouse.
“Girl, are you sure this is a good idea?” Jayla asks for the unmpteenth time.
I shake my head. “I don’t know yet, but Allistair is the father of our children and it’s high time he took responsibility.”
I decided to pay a very risky visit to Allistair and try to convince him to pay child support for our kids. I’m risking my dignity and pride for this, but I do not care. My children will have to be taken care of. End of story.
After ringing the doorbell three times with no luck, I offer a small prayer to the goddess and ring it the fourth time.
To my relief, the door is opened by our housekeeper, Stella.
“Hello, Stella.” I greet warmly with a wide smile.
Stella was Alistair’s personal housekeeper before we got married. After we got married, she became our housekeeper. Although she’s always quiet, I always admired her hard work and diligence from afar, coupled with the fact that she was very respectful.
And that counts for the reason I’m shocked to my bones when she frowns at us.
“What are you both doing here?” She asks haughtily. “The boss is currently not accepting visitors.”
I blink in surprise at her harsh tone.
“Stella? Is there a problem?”
She eyes me rather insultingly.
“You don’t come to someone’s home unannounced. That’s the problem.”
Beside me, Jayla scoffs.
“I knew there was always something off about this lady.” She mutters under her breath. “I never liked her one bit.”
I shake off Jayla’s words and take a step closer to Stella. Maybe she doesn’t recognize me.
“Stella, it’s me. Amaya. Your boss” ex–wife.”
“And how exactly does that make any difference?” She sneers, shocking me into silence. “If that would be all, I’ve got things to do. I have to go.”
She’s just about to slam the door in our faces when a voice asks.
Stella? Who’s at the door? Why do you sound so upset?”
Stella lowers her head immediately as a sign of respect to whoever just spoke.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s…”
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A second later. Alistair’s mother, the Supreme Laina of our pack appears at the door.
She takes one look at me and her eyes darken with contempt.
“What are you doing here?”
“Hello, Mrs. Blackwell?” I greet calmly. “May I come in? I need speak with Alistair.”
I expect her to lash out and send me away. Instead, she steps bark and waves me in..
“He’s having a meeting but he’ll be with you shortly.”
“In your face, bitch.” Jayla tells Stella as we walk past her into the luxurious mansion.
As we proceed to the living room, my heart lurches painfully when I notice that the paint on most of the walls have been scraped, and the golden banisters on the stairs are in the process of being ripped out.
I
It hurts because when I first moved in here after our marriage, never liked the decor of this house and Alistair gave me the freewill to redesign it however I wanted.
The white, now scraped paint and golden banisters were my idea. We haven’t even been divorced for a week and he’s already replacing everything.
I pause at the entrance to the sitting room when I notice that the white–gold sofas I had personally ordered for the room are gone. In its place are expensive–looking Italian leather chairs.
Whoever is redesigning this house is making it look more like a hotel than a home. I do not envy Allistair one bit.
After waiting for what I believe is an eternity, someone pushes the door open and Alistair appears with Zara on his arm.
Her fake, shrill laughter sounds like sand paper to my ears. She leans closer and places a kiss on his cheek, literally on the verge of slipping right into his body.
1 school my face into a cold, hard mask and clear my throat. The couple turn quickly, their eyes widening in surprise when they see us.
“Amaya?” Alistair calls, pulling himself away from Zara. “What are you doing here? When did you arrive?”
Zara’s face twists in a heavy frown as she scoots closer to him once again and forcefully intertwines their fingers.
I get
to my
feet, lift my chin and stare him down.
“Hello, Alistair. Nice house.”
“I know, right?” Zara cuts in with her fake baby voice. “Alistair told me that he didn’t like your previous design and honestly, neither did I. So I decided to give it a little face lift.”
I nod, my eyes straying to meet Alistair’s panicked ones.
“Oh, really? He didn’t like it.”
He opens his mouth to speak but Zara interrupts once again;
“Anyways, why are you here? Please hurry up. My husband and I have a date in the next thirty minutes.”
Just then, Alistair’s mother walks into the room and sinks into one of the sofas.
“I’m glad that everyone is here.” I fix my gaze on my ex–husband
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“Alistair. I’m sure you’re well aware that I gave birth to our children a week ago. One of them died at the hospital. unfortunately, but I’m not here to talk about that.
I’m here to ask for child support”
For a moment, the room is silent and the air is thick with tension as I watch them digest my message. Finally, his mother speaks up:
“I’m sorry but my son will not pay child support for children who are not his. We all know about your whoring days, Amaya I don’t mean to judge, but those children could belong to any man out there.
“I advise that you go out and look for the father of your children because my son will not spend a dime on your bastard offspring.”
Her words pierce my heart with the precision of a blade. Before I can even form a coherent response, Zara speaks up, her voice dripping with disgust.
“Mother is right. Alistair is not the father of your children. He will never take care of kids that are not his.”
Her lips tilt in a smile and she pats her stomach. “Besides, I’m already pregnant with his heir. Alistair and I will start our own little family soon. He needs all the money he can get to take care of me and our son in the future. I’m sorry but we don’t have any money for you or your kids.”
“What happened?” His mother mocks. “I thought you were getting married to New York’s most eligible billionaire. Did he finally realise that he’s not interested in marrying a whore? Did he chase you away?”
Enough!” Jayla roars, getting to her feet. “That’s enough!”
I don’t know if it’s the new mother hormones but their words hurt me deeper than I ever thought it would.
my see my tears.
Tears burn my eyes but I blink them away and lift my chin. I will never, ever let the enemy
“If both of you are not ready to give us evidence to prove that my best friend is actually a whore, I suggest you stop towing that path.” Jayls snarls.
Alistair’s mother gets to her feet.
kup
“You will not come into my home and speak to me in that manner, little girl. Shut the fuck up and sit back down.”
Jayla’s face reddens with rage.
Knowing my best friend, I’m sure she’s about to come up with some snappy comeback, so I step in.
“I didn’t come here to fight. I’m only here to ask the father of my kids to take up his responsibilities.”
I fold my arms and look him straight in the eye;
“What’s it going to be. Alistair? Will you pay child support for your kids or do you also believe I’m a whore?”
Everyone’s attention is fixated on Alistair as the tension in the atmosphere rapidly increases.
Just when I think he’s about to say something sensible, his lips curve in a wicked smile and he replies;
“I told you that you were gonna come crawling back to me when you ran out of money, Amaya, didn’t I? I bloody told you.”
Taken aback by his cruel response, my eyes
to slits.
“You’re crazy if you think that I’m begging you for anything. Alistair. I only came here because I wanted to give you the opportunity to be in your children’s lives, but I guess that was a bad idea.
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