The President's Son

27|| F*cked + Notice

Flashback

The scent of fresh bread filled my nostrils as I sat infront of the oven just deliberating and pondering on how amazing it was to watch the ingredients that was nothing but thick liquid turn into something so yummy.

Recalling, I think mummy said it was yeast that did all the magic though I doubt it. To me it was the love and time she put into making it considering her busy schedule.

"You're going to get all red, hunny. Get back from the oven." She warned, wiping her hands after washing up.

"Sorry." I said, as I moved back from the oven and she sat besides me on the floor.

"Smells good, doesn't it?"

"Um hm." She hummed, as I played with her fingers on my lap. "It's love, isn't it?" I enquired, still focused on the rising doe in the oven infront of us.

"What is?" She giggled.

"It rises because of the love you put into it...right?" I asked, pointing at the oven.

For a moment she stared into it as  if the answer was input on the metallic bearings of the oven illuminated with the light within.

"You could say that."

I remember smiling at her.

"It does take some effort though love causes it to rise. Love does many things, princess."

End of flashback

As I stared into the window of my bedroom, I wondered if love applied in this case as well.

I mean, what could possibly possess my mum to cheat on dad with someone as vile as that poor excuse of a man?

It couldn't be his money, could it? Dad is well-to-do. He spoils her as much as he can finding time within his busy schedule and does other things for her in addition.

Consider the 50k necklace he bought her last year just because she told him she didn't feel beautiful or take the priceless yacht he bought her for her forty-seventh birthday.

Even though material things can never define a person's worth to others, did she really think those weren't enough?

"Lilac?" My boyfriend called my name, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"It's going to be okay." He said, rubbing my arms as he held me in a protective bubble on the bed.

"But why?" I managed to choke out as I cried in his arms.  "They were in love."

"I understand you don't get this and neither do I turtle, but we're going to figure this out. You'll have your closure."

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*******LIAM'S POV********

I'm rich and yes, I adore my riches but to get out of my current situation I'd give it all up.

Dare me...please.

A lot had happened since my little trip with Tyra and since then, I'm very happy we hadn't seen eye to eye. Messing with my sister is one thing but capturing my heart, attaching it to little puppet strings and playing with it was a whole other thing.

I've been thinking about it and I'm slightly happy for her that I'm not my brother or else what I did to her would  just be classified under the minor way of dealing with people. Mathew on the other hand...well, let me not say much though all I can say is that he's scary. Very scary when he's angry.