Chapter 9

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Tiffany

"Okay here's the deal you crazy bastard I am not getting married to you like ever, I am not seeing your mother ever again she's a crazy bitch and I don't want anything to do with you like at all so please for the love of chocolate leave me alone. Or pretend you don't know me and I'll pretend that we never ever met at either way get the hell out of my life" I said and I turned to walk away

"What about my daughter?" he said which made me stop in my tracks as my a chill ran up my spine.

"You have a daughter which clueless girl did you knock up?" I asked when I regained my composure 

"Oh babe don't put yourself down like that and don't act so clueless, you know very well which daughter I'm talking about" he said as he walked over to me with sinister steps

"I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about" I said and my voice trembled a little at the lie. I do know what he is talking about but that issue was not up for discussion nor will it ever be.

"You don't know that's a cute little lie there sweetheart" he said as he sneered at me

"I'm all about being cute" I said as I blinked really fast smiling cutely

"Speaking of cute my daughter is really cute" he said but for some reason I felt like there was a comparison to him missing "like me" he finished well I should have known this was coming. 

"I'm not going to argue with you about your fantasies" I said and this time I did walk away though some might say ran away cause I high tailed out of there so fast I might have left skid marks all over the carpet. 

Okay the wedding is over I should go now grandma won't make me stay for long. Or will she? That woman is more cunning than those women I had seen in a Korean drama once, but still what is the harm in trying to talk to her once.

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"No you can't go" she said. I don't know why she's protesting so much I just want to go back to my career as a stylist. I want to get away from these people (family and ex) it's all I want in life not to be involved with them

"Grandma this wasn't up for discussion I just wanted to let you know of my decision" I said knowing if I act like I am asking for her permission she would try to control me like always

" You would abandon your dying grandmother?" she asked

"But you're not dying grandma you look perfectly healthy for someone who's 78" I said pointing at her 

"But I'm not on the inside, which is what I wanted to talk to you about I realized I might not get the chance to tell you this" she said 

"Tell me what" I asked her tone was starting to worry me 

"I'm sick baby" she said patting my cheek

"Oh my god what's wrong grandma?" I asked

"I have dementia" she said well that came out of her easier than I thought. I though she would at least falter or something. "The doctors said it's developing at a fast rate"

"Grandma can I ask a question? Of all fake illnesses why did you choose the most cliche one to date?" I asked

"Please stay for one more week?" she begged. Whoa she must be more desperate than I thought I have never in my life heard my grandmother beg even when she's asking for a favor.

"Grandma I would stay for you but I feel for the sake of me and my daughter we have to leave this place so please, I'm begging don't put anymore pressure on me" I said on a quite voice as I fell on the couch 

"What's wrong" she said sitting on the couch next to me 

"I saw him today" I said putting my head in my hands as I sighed in defeat. Life has defeated me.

"Who? Amber's dad?" she asked and I nodded 

"Actually I saw him yesterday then again today" I said 

"Did he see Amber? Does he know now? she asked

"He knows which is why I need to be out of here. He's not good for her no matter how much he will want to be he will never be good for her" I said 

"Baby you can't know that, he can probably be the best dad ever" she said "Every child needs a dad"

"Yes but no child needs a celebrity dad" I said. What I say is correct you see children with celebrity dads falling of to the edge cause of being constantly hounded by the paparazzi who love to talk about your parents and this is Korea the celebrity lifestyle is completely different from the one in western countries they don't get influenced by evil comments online made by bored people. I don't ever want Amber reading a hateful comment about herself not even one, that will not be okay with me. I don't want her to get hurt by the number of people that agree she needs to die or something stupid like that and I know as soon as she is found out there would be a ton of those comments made by stupid fan-girls. Most importantly I don't ever want to go through being hounded by those fan-girls.

"Your mum was the famous one in the family before she met your dad, he had to go through all that with the male fans" she said to me as she rubbed my head in a soothing manner 

"That's dad not me, I'm not strong enough to get through those comments calling me a crazy bitch for claiming that my child is his> I don't think I can take that much criticize by people I don't know I don't need them judging me either." I said as tears started forming in my eyes and dripping down my cheeks 

"I know, I know but you don't know those people so you shouldn't care nor should you look onto such sites. Also you're the strongest person ever. You had a baby at 17 and raised her up by yourself, you lived in a country without any family just a maid who wasn't even blood related to you and you got through all the bullying in high school darling you're strong have faith in yourself" she said 

"I want to go home" I said as I stood up drying my tears

"Well if that's what you want I won't stop youu just call me once per day" she said

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For my sexy beautiful readers thanks for reading it so much at liking it too I have finally updated sorry it took me so long also this book is in edit so the progress might have changed a little from the first chapter which are now updated 

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⏰ Last updated: May 03, 2015 ⏰

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