The Billionaires Club

Chapter 1

Lilliana's POV

"Welcome to the 10 o'clock News. I'm your hoist Wendy Marshel. Recently the stock markets have been doing exceptional well this week...."

My flat screen tv blasted sounds of voices talking about countless businesses, but importantly about The Presidentials. My eyes felt as if they were permenently glued to the screen as Wendy continued on to the weather girl.  I was currently sitting on the long grey leather couch in the living room with a massive piece of red velvet cake on my lap.

I'm litterally in love with red velvet cake. I mean seriously who needs boys when there's cake?

 A 1 and a 7 candle were carefully placed on top of my piece. There were tiny colorful dots everywhere on them but I was waiting to light them and blow them out. On the oringinal cake it said " Happy Birthday Lillianna!" but now my piece only had the "Lilli" part on it. I know its weird to cut the cake before any celebration happened but I couldn't bring the whole cake with me. I would probably eat it all by my self.

'And thats the kind of thinking that answered to why i couldn't get into my old bikini last summer'

"No it's because you're like the definition of a fatty"

I snapped my head around to see margret happily skipping around the couch and sitting right next to me. She had a smug look on her face that didn't even faulter under my glare. But the more I thought about it, I realized that I must've been speaking out loud for her to hear me. A blush creeped onto my cheeks and I quickly refocused my attentionto the flat screen. I could've sworn I heard her chuckling but I couldn't be sure. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she still had a smile on her face but her attention was now on... the floor? What was she lookig at? I got my answer when she picked up a Dr.Pepper can of the ground and started drinking it. Man now I want a Dr.Pepper but then that requires me to get up, and if I get up then my seat will get cold and then im going to have to spend 5 minutes adjusting myself and if I-

Wait a minute..

I had a Dr.Pepper....

On the ground...

In front of the couch...

'This little bitch'

"Hey! That was mine Magret! And on my birthday? Wow sista that's cold and after everything we've been through... Even when I helped you get milk out of your nose last month..." I couldn't help but give her a sly smile as her face turned strawberry red.

"You little trator! You promised you wouldn't talk about that EVER again! I can't believe-" She was literally fuming with embarressment and hatred as she glared at me. I swear she must've been holding her breath of something because she getting redder by the second.

Hmm I didn't know people could change colors that fast. Interesting....

I cut her off before she started her 'Friendship Laws' rant. "Hey look their talking about the Washingtons..."

I could feel my smile slowly fading as I looked at the perfect family.

"Honey, you know you're a Washington too right?" She picked up my chin to make me look at her. I didn't even know I was looking down. "And in my book, you're perfect just the way you are." I smiled a her and returned my focus to the tv once more.

Even though my partents aren't able to see me on my birthday they do some kind of charity work to show me they remember. It seems like a really pathetic way to say happy birthday to your kid but its all they have. On the recliner beside me is Bernard. He is currently relaxing with his head back and his eyes closed. I don't know how many times I tried to prank him but he always knows when I try.

" Eyes on the screen princess" he said, grinning at the end.

I whipped my head back to the screen just as he cracked one eye open.

'Like father like daughter' I think to myself.

Now Wendy was reporting something the Washingtons were doing tonight.

Giving Bernard one more glance, it still amazes me how bi-polar he is. Make no mistake Bernard is a trained-to-kill assassin. He keeps cool for me but the moment he senses something off, shít gets real. Oh and he's Magret's dad.

And in case you were wondering, she's crazy too.

"Reporting in, I'm at River Ridge Hospital. This is a charity concert for the children of the hospital. The band, The Cab, is about to go on and play. Apperrently at the end of this concert, a list of all the children's names with birthdays will go up on your screen. Please sing along as the band and everyone here sings happy birthday to them."

Asdfghkl OMG I love the cab! Especially their first album Symphony Soldier. I tried to contain my excitement as the first song they played started flowing into my ears.

"Come feel my heart
It’s beating like a drum
And I confe-ss.
When you're around,
It’s like an armies marching through my chest...."

At the end I was basically squealing as my servants who are also my friends crowded around me. Bernard lit my candles as the band started singing and the list popped up on the side of the screen.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear.."

They were singing off the names but the last one caught my eye.

".
.
.
And Lilliana! Happy Birthday to you!"

I was literally on the verge of tears. The monent was perfect and I was i could stay there forever. I looked around me as I took a big breath and blew out my candles.

Everybody on the TV was clapping too. The TV crew took a close up on the billion dollar family. My mother and father looked happy yet sad all at the same time. They were matching, mom had on a long beautiful purple gown and my father had a black suit with a matching purple tie. I can't believe they remembered that purple is my favorite color. My sister on the other hand was clapping as if she had been forced to. She was wearing a black gown with purple rhinostones fading out with the dress. When they noticed the camaras, they all gave big smiles but my sister still looked off as if she was bored or had something better to do. I think she was turning 20 in a few weeks.

"And that's all tonight from the 10'o clock News team. This is Wendy signing off. Good night America."

I looked straight at Bernard as I finished my cake. This year he was going to listen.

"That was amazing....and I know this sounds selfish but I still wish I could just see them. I mean its been 9 years..."

"Lilli-" Bernard started but I cut him off. I stood up walking over to the stairs. Magret was walking over out i stopped with my back turned to everyone. Next thing i know im pacing the carpet.

"I know, I know. Code states that they can't leave there private hide out unless they are in danger. I got it! But where's the code saying that they can't be my parents?! I was the mistake, and mistakes dont get to be loved but I don't want love I just want to feel wanted." I could see my cooking servant and Bernard's wife, Silvia coming over to me but I just raised my hand, stopping her.

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow everyone" I walked up the stairs and turned down the hallway to my room. I closed the door behind me with my foot. I walked over to my bed and collapsed under the sheets.

I looked up at my ceiling and realised that every year I wish for the same thing. That's pathetic but I can't talk to them or even send them an email. I mean if I was that much of a mistake they should've sent me away when I was a baby not when I was eight. At least that way I could have a family that I could see on more then just a big tv. I couldn't tell if the tears or the darkness took my vision from me but either way I feel asleep shortly after.

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Well the tension is high in this house right? Anywhoo I hope you enjoy! XOXO

-Mari