Possessive Rich Bully

Epilogue (Pt.1)

Playlist - Come Back Home by Lauv

Axel

five years later...

Born to rule, raised to rule.

That was my motto in life. Drilled into my brain from a young age. I succumbed to the desire to be the one that commands attention. It was a drive I needed to fulfill since a young age.

Like a waft of my very favorite band of poison, Astoria walked into my life, shattering it with her innocence and vulnerability. Her defiance and determination. Her magical ability to have me down on my knees, kissing the ground she walked.

It was a hit I couldn't resist breathing in despite its life-threatening nature. I had succumbed to the disease of love and it took everything in me to not act on my instincts when it came to my love. Astoria. My toots.

My thoughts were laced with the need for retribution from my family. First up, it was mom. Let's just say, I knew what she had done to separate me and Astoria back in highschool. She told me she always had my back, but it was her who was holding a knife to my back.

I know how much she wanted Astoria out of the picture. I gave it to her. I didn't protest or stir up any tension in the family, instead played the perfect son and listened to everything she said.

She thought I was turning into an obedient son, but little did she know what I had planned to do.

I admit, it took me some time to get everything in the right formation. Now, I get to sit back and watch it unfold right in front of my eyes.

"You look scary." Sofia's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "I bet you can't wait any longer." She took a sip of her champagne. 

I whirled her towards me. "How can I, dear fiancée. It's what you had been waiting for." She smirked, knowing too well what I meant. The diamond ring on her finger shone under the bright lights of the ballroom. "I smell a scandal."

It was going to be more than a scandal. All left on her shoulders. I took the champagne flute from her hands and chucked it down my throat.

"Show time, princess."

                                            ***

One month ago...

Astoria

I am a wreck inside, but I find myself the happiest when I am doing what I love. It was early in college when I realized I had an intense passion for early education. To be able to guide kids at an early age is a make or break for them. You can be the one who will shape their mindset. Make them the people who can change the world.

So after graduating, with the money left to my name, I opened my own play school in the city. It was a place that nurtured and fostered kids from less fortunate backgrounds. I wish I had someone who cared for me when I was neglected by my mom and abandoned my dad.

Speaking on dads, mine reached out to me on my birthday last year. To say, I was astonished would be an understatement. No, I thought my dad was an enigma who couldn't care less about me so it certainly was a big shock.

When I first heard his voice, it was etched with misery of its own. It had brought out emotions from me which I thought I wasn't capable of. I had cursed him, called me all the names on earth and hung up on him. After I hung up on him, it gave me a stark awakening.

I had a dad who knew about me and after 21 years of my life, he finally made himself known. But at what cost? My mom ruined herself for him. I could never have her back and he was the reason why she was gone.