Anatomy of an Heiress

Chapter 11

TW // VIOLENCE

Sa sobrang galit ko, wala na akong pakialam kung sino ang mabunggo ko papunta sa table ng tatay ko. Nagpupuyos ako sa galit, gusto kong sugurin si Lucas ngayon. 

I plastered a fake smile on my face when I reached his table, he was talking to a Chinese businessman when I interrupted. 

"Mr. Chua, may I borrow my dear father for a while?" I asked politely, keeping my temper controlled. The businessman smiled at me and left. 

I faced my father with tears about to escape my eyes but I violently wiped it and turned my fake smile to a stiff face. 

"Do you know anything about what Lucas did?" I asked, emphasizing every word to show my anger, my indifference towards the "brother" I came to know. 

"What is this about?" He questioned. 

And I shook my head, smirking. This is all so disappointing. 

"We need to talk a-and we need to go back to the house. I also need you to call my dearest brother. Talk to that son of yours." I collected my words and left him there. I got my bag and asked Yonna if she'll be coming with us back but she told me we should just go, she'll be fine. 

Ate Viviene refused my offer to take her back to her apartment so I just called her a cab and told one of her colleagues at the company, whom she trusted, to accompany her home because she was really not okay.

My father did what I asked him to do, surprisingly. I also texted Lucas where he was and told him to go to the house this instant. When we arrived, Kingsley hasn't arrived and Lucas was already in my father's study. 

My father and I went inside and he immediately stood up. 

"Pa, what's the rush? May ginawa na naman bang kahihiyan 'tong kapa--," he implied and I pushed him back to his chair. 

"Ako pa itong may ginawang kahihiyan? What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked calmly. But I know my eyes are furious. Kung nakakamatay lang ang tingin, inuuod na sa ilalim ng lupa 'to ngayon.

"Carmela Bautista! Use your words. Anong problema ninyong dalawa?!" My old man shouted, slamming his hands on top of his table. 

I smirked and scoffed. I turned my back to face my father.  

"The problem is not between us and it is not my place to say anything about what the fuck my precious brother did. Go ask him yourself." 

And then I faced Lucas.

"Or better yet, ikwento mo na lang, Kuya. About how your grip on my arm tightened so hard it caused bruising." Salaysay ko habang nanlilisik ang mga mata kong tumingin sa mata n'ya. 

He looked so guilty. It was so easy to reveal his fragile ego and his pea-sized respect for himself, for the company, and for the freaking family name. 

I was about to walk away when I realized that he might not tell everything about what I learned just a few hours ago.

"Oh, and make sure to let our father know about what you did to Miss Viviene. Go and tell everything, brother. You will face jail and I swear to God, justice will be fucking served." I added. 

I faced my father and walked towards his table. 

"Also, way to run a business, Pa. You don't even know how to take care of your own employees. Be careful because next time, it's not me you are going to talk to next-- it's the lawyers. Your business is facing a scandal and a damn lawsuit, all because of your beloved son." I said last and turned my back to walk towards the door.