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I was in Malhotra Mansion, London.
My fiance's maternal family, her grand father, her uncle, her aunt and three cousins lived here.
Fucking pretentious pricks.
They behaved as if the entire world was beneath them but at the same time they were extremely good at sucking up to powerful people
I really didn't have a clue how Anya could be related to these gluttonous vultures.
When I started to date Anya, I wasn't as rich as I was today, certainly not the second richest in the world.
I was still a single digit billionaire back then and therefore at every family gathering these people looked down on me and my love.
But the very same people did an one eighty as soon as I climbed up the world's richest's list.
They were suddenly so warm and inviting to both me and Anya, they would personally call us and invite us for dinners and gatherings. Which never happened in the first few months I dated her.
They saw me as their personal status update now that I was sitting on top of this world but they wouldn't stop to think even for a second before stabbing me in the back.
I was sitting on a sofa that was kept in Vipin Malhotra's study, Anya's maternal uncle. Who digested all the money and property that was supposed to be his niece's.
His greed knew no limit, when he found out that his sister and her husband died in an accident, his first thought was to seize every trust fund that was left in their orphan's name.
They took everything that was to be hers and sent her to an isolated boarding school in Switzerland.
They didn't give a damn about her well being, they just wanted to grasp whatever money or property they could from her.
But unfortunately for me, I had to come here and visit them because Anya was in London.
Vipin was a viper through and through, his entire agenda in life was snatching stuff from others and making it his own, his greed knew no bounds and his morals were non existent
He was sitting behind his desk with a glass of scotch in his hand and a cigar in other.
I hated my life in that moment, asking this viper for any kind of help or favour was despicable, but I had to. My fiance's missing.
