𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | ✓

Chapter 18

An hour later and everyone was now settled in the living room to discuss the matter. Another argument almost started because Wolfgang wanted Ryat to sit next to his 'soon-to-be Wife' but he of course refused and sat next his friends instead. Meira was sitting with her mother in a loveseat, Theodore in his own chair and Yulia next to her father.

“This is Mikhael Yevgenviyovich Vasiliev and he is a member of the inner-city gang known as the The Wolvez. He and I were friends back in the day, we both made a deal that one of our children would get married. Then I faced some financial struggles and borrowed money from him, we had a falling out afterward. The deal...still stands. I had already signed the contract. Ryat is supposed to marry his daughter, young madam Yulia,” Theo explained with his head held down low.

There was no response. Not even the chirp od a bird–everyone sat in awkward silence.

Meira looked at Yulia, she was proudly smiling with her hat downward hiding most of her face, then she casted a glance to Ryat. He sat with clenched jaws, folded arms, and one leg bouncing in irritated anger. She didn't know why–nor could she explain it–but she felt as if someone had stabbed into her heart with the horn of a Rhino. The pain was so overwhelming she felt like crying and almost burst into tears, but she held her composure. A deal is a deal. Okay, maybe her big brother was getting married, that had nothing to do with her–besides, he hated her anyway. But she could not, no matter how hard she tried, shake the feeling of just getting her heartbroken.

”Marquez, tell Belinda to bring me a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet,” Syahla said to the family butler.

He nodded and disappeared into the hall that lead to the kitchen, delivered the message and returned. Shortly after Belinda was walking out with a tray that held the wine bottle and a glass. Her stomach was slightly bulging, and everyone who looked at her noticed. She had been gaining some weight too, her maid uniform had sucked onto her body a little more than usual.

“Here,” she placed it on the table and was about turning when Nora–the head maid–called her from across the living room. Belinda began walking to her, when she passed by a table she accidentally bumped into it and a vase was knocked over. “Ouch! Oh no!” the water spilled from it and splashed onto Yulia currently putting face powder on. Unfortunately, splatters of water caught her face, her cleavage and most of her exposed skin.

“Oh my,” Syahla said sarcastically, giggling at the incident.

Yulia, who had her mouth with open and eyes bulged, looked in her direction with aggravation beyond words–but Syahla wasn't who her irateness was pointed to, it was at the retarded maid who did this. She held the tip of her hat and took it off, standing up to her full height of five feet five inches. The young lady looked down at herself again and dropped her makeup kit, then spun her head towards Belinda's.

“You frivolous harlot! Look what you've done? Do you have any idea how much money I paid for this suit in order to fly across the country to look for my fiancé and you've just ruined it?” she raised her hand and landed a thunderous slap on Bella's cheek. “How dare you do such a thing you insignificant animal!” she slapped Belinda on the other cheek, this time she stumbled back, nearly tripping herself and falling but she kept her balance.

“That's it,” Meira had seen enough. She got up from her seat, marched straight to Yulia, grabbed her by the arm and turned her around then slapped her on the cheek. “You want to class someone as an insignificant when you're literally an albino mosquito? Look at your skin how pale it is I bet if the sun shines on you too long the rays will go through you like a magnifying glass and set everything on fire. Don't you ever put your filthy hand on MY cousin again. She's a pregnant woman and I swear to God if she loses that baby because of you I'll dissect your *ss like a f**king lab rat then roast your remains better than my mom roasts sweet potatoes and feed you to the Polar Bears hungry in Antarctica.