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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: confronting the families

Anastasia is sitting in her office, replying to the never-ending flux of emails in her inbox when Brielle knocks on the door. The beauty mogul can see her distressed face through the glass. She gestures for the younger girl to come in.

"Miss Hildebrand, I don't know how the hell this even happened, but your mother obtained the phone number to this office and will not stop calling. She made Elizabeth cry."

Oh, that won't do. No one disrespects her hard-working assistants and gets away with it. Absolutely the hell not. She is not having it. "Okay, I'll handle this. Call Harold and tell him that we need a whole new number that she cannot get ahold of. I'll transfer the money in an hour."

"On it. Elizabeth is more distressed than I am. My main hope is that she doesn't make herself sick." Brielle says, extremely worried for her sister. Oh yeah, that's what I forgot to tell you guys.

Anastasia nods and pulls the girl into a comforting hug. "Don't worry. I will take care of this." She bolts out of her office down the hallway. "Liz, calm down love. It's okay. I'll see to it that she's never rude to you again." She dismisses everyone for the rest of the day and heads back to her office only to grab her black Louboutin tote bag and laptop/other files, putting them in the bag so she can leave.

Once in the Lambo, she swiftly drives out of the lot, straight to Hildebrand Manor so she can confront Celine about her heinous behavior because this shit is getting ridiculous. Why the hell is she doing this? For revenge or something? I mean damn. When she drives up the brick driveway and parks near the water fountain, she narrows her eyes at the sight of a familiar black car.

Outside, the moving money vault that is the Bugatti drives past the rose gold gate and up the long driveway. Cameron shakes his head at the fucking paparazzi swarming all over the estate. He cannot believe that these assholes are following him. left. He'll have to check with the security detail and enforce them to have these idiots off the property before they leave in the morning. Turning the car engine off, he slumps in his seat and runs a hand through his hair.

A gentle knock on the window brings him out of his reverie. He lets the window down to see his fiancee standing there clad in her blue ensemble from this morning and her favorite white pumps. Her face is neutral and he still can't get over how beautiful she is. "Long day?" Her pristinely manicured hand gently caresses his cheek.

He immediately leans into the touch and sighs. Before leaving his office, he received a call from Allen. Both sets of parents have planned a 'family dinner'. Cameron has to tell Stassi this and he already knows she's going to go the fuck off.

"Most definitely a long day. Stassi, I have something to tell you and you are not going to be happy about it."

Anastasia narrows her eyes at this. His tone is telling her that it involves their parents. She doesn't like where this is going and he just started talking.

"Our parents want us to have dinner with them, here at the manor, tonight. They want to 'talk'. I'm fucking tired of this."

This news doesn't surprise Anastasia in the slightest, but Cameron is right. She's not happy about it. Those two are always up to some bullshit. There is absolutely no doubt in the beauty mogul's mind that they're going to criticize and complain like they always do.

"I can hear the incessant disapproval now. 'why didn't you tell us?' 'We are still disappointed in you for keeping us out of the loop.' This damn dinner better fly by quickly."

Cameron gets out of the car and pulls her body closer to his. "Get through tonight and then we focus specifically on our wedding. Speaking of which, your favorite magazine ever wants to do an exclusive piece on us."

Shut the fuck up.

"You're right." It takes a minute for her brain to register what he just said. "Hold on. My favorite magazine... VOGUE??? They want to do an exclusive?" She squeals loudly.

Cameron chuckles deeply, locking his car, and holding onto his fiancée's waist as they enter the house, well okay, after warning their security to clear the premises.

Once inside the manor, Cameron pulls Anastasia into a searing kiss that makes her insides burn with pleasure. At this moment she wants to drag him upstairs to her old room, strip him out of this damn suit, push him down on the bed and ride him hard. She can't though, not yet, because they need to be present for this unnecessary ass family dinner. So she reluctantly pulls away from him and saunters into the grand dining room.

Sitting at the table already are Thomas, Celine, Allen, Giselle, Alicia, and Catalina. Anastasia pays them no mind and takes her seat. The look on her face is completely unreadable.

"So Anastasia. What's new with you? Get any calls lately?"

Anastasia's face is blank now. "Yeah. About 50. All from you. Stop calling my office, mother. It's irritating. You made my assistant cry and I don't like that shit. Moreover, I hid a part of my life from you people for obvious reasons. LET IT GO ALREADY. I'm sick of hearing y'all complain about it. Shut the fuck up." She slams her hand down loudly on the table, causing everyone to flinch at the loud harshness of her voice. "Until y'all learn that I don't need to let y'all know every single detail of what I do, don't call me, don't look in my direction. Stay away from me. I'm sick of this. I need to get out of here. Cameron, I will see you at home."

With that, she's out the door. Y'all bitches done fucked up now. Oof.

"Cameron," Giselle says but stops using noticing his raised hand. The universal sign for be quiet.

"I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Stassi is right. You guys have absolutely no respect for either of us. It's disrespectful. We work our asses to get your recognition and none of you can give us that. Our mothers keep trying to control us, our fathers don't give a shit about us, and our sisters keep minding everyone else's business but their own." Cameron grabs the phone that he put on the table and stands up. "We don't. Like Stassi just said, don't call. When you see us in public, pretend that you don't know us. Furthermore, you all are officially uninvited to the wedding. Don't even attempt to fight me on it." and just like Anastasia, he's out too.

"How dare he uninvite us? After everything that we have done for the two of them." Celine, please shut your ass up. You've done nothing but bitch and complain, try to steal your daughter's business that she's put in hard work for, and be in the WRONG. 

Thomas would usually agree with his wife in this particular moment, but he has an inkling that Cameron has a point this time around. He, as a father, should be attentive and share in his child's success. He's done none of that shit. All he has done is listen to Celine and Alicia, tried to acquire Serene Beauty, and ignore everything wrong. He knows that if he tells Celine this, she would throw a bitch fit. So he keeps his mouth shut. But he does plan to talk to Anastasia, apologize for his behavior.