The Women In His Life. [Ongoing]

Chapter 13.

Bilick tower Diohr's penthouse apartment.
8:09am.

Diohr's pov.

It's been twenty-four hours since the plane incident, and since I left the hospital this morning, my mom hasn't stop ranting on about how she's going to sue every last dime away from that airline.  One could assume with tangible reason that she's more concerned about the  financial losses than the fact that I can't walk.

Yes indeed. I Diohr Bilick can no longer walk. Shocking how the mighty have fallen.
My genius escape plan was foiled when my chute lit up in flames mid-air, causing me to land on the hard, concrete runway.  My ankles gave way under my weight and got fractured way beyond repair. Sad really!!
Your  favorite friendly neighborhood billionaire...... crippled. Guess the Russells won in the end.

Atleast that's what I want everyone  to think.

Why did I resort to this?   I should know by now that being underestimated is the best form of espionage there is.

Projecting this sort of weakness, has a lot of advantages.  Not only do I get to walk less, I get to hire a certain very intelligent and attractive lady as my personal assistant. You know since I am helpless and all, I need a lot of help if you know what I mean!

I sometimes impress myself with how ingenious I get.

"Now mother, do you mind giving me a break from your plans to bankrupt-....."
" Oh shut it, you overgrown baby." Was her immediate reply.
"I see the years haven't taken away any bit of your spunk."
"Are you calling me old?" She replied lifting her eyebrows and cocking her head
  I would have loved to have a little fun getting into a nice old argument with her on how I am not an overgrown baby or how old I think she was, but I  know better than to get my mother in a raging mood given that she looked half her age and that I have a certain lady to add to my pay list.

"Take me to my room." Was the order I gave to the home attendant my mom had decided to hire for me,knowing fully well how much I'll hate the idea of someone having access to my home. As she put it, it's my punishment for pretending but I know she just wants an informant on my activities.
"And mother, I take it you are aware of who will replace this new spy you want to plant on me. By the way what is his name?"
"My name is Abel. sir."
"Abel, by evening your replacement will arrive. A gentleman named Antonio Bonucci. You will hand over every item that grants you access into my home. Am I Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good." Turning my attention to Abel's employer. "I have to admit mother I admire how silent you have been in my dismissal of the chaperone you hired for me."
"I cannot say I am surprised. But a mother has to try right!" Her tone expressed all the love I know she possesses for me. This is how she says I love you.  By sending someone to make sure your ok, even when she knows you are more than capable of protecting yourself. 

And if it isn't evidently clear already. Yes people she knows. Even an MI6 general can't escape the all knowing eyes of his mother. It took her a few minutes after she set eyes on me to decipher the truth. Maybe it's also because she's a psychology expert. Bottom line is she is an extra-ordinary woman.

My dad is one lucky bastard.

Abel began pushing me around my apartment in my wheel chair. Faking helplessness was hard it was a feeling I definitely did not enjoy portraying, and to imagine Catherine has been doing this since I met her.  Maybe I have been a little too harsh in my judgement of her. She deserves more credit, pretending is not an easy task.

I noticed the changes and modifications I told Anton to carry out.  There was now a sort of flat staircase by the stairs so. I could comfortably roll up and down my home,when need be. I didn't plan on being a cripple even in my own house of course,but it had to appear convincing enough that I was now unable to use my feet. Also, Abel's presence gives me no choice at the moment. Another reason why I preferred Anton over him or anyone else. The kitchen counter had been lowered as well so It looks like I could seat and still use it effectively.

When we reached my room, nothing had changed, much to my satisfaction.

"U can leave, I'll handle myself." Was the simple order I gave Abel.  The bewilderment of how a cripple would handle himself in a room that seemed designed for a normal human was beyond his comprehension. But he knew it's best not to disobey me.  Plus the is no way in hell am letting him touch my naked body.

After the attendant left, I rose to my own two feet and bolted the doors just incase.  I had a huge secret now so I had to be wary even in my own house.
I quickly scanned around the room for any hidden cameras and upon finding none, I went ahead to take my bath and cloth myself in a classic navy blue suit and black shoes.  Satisfied with my appearance I walked to the door, unlocked it, moved back to my wheelchair, sat down, and rolled my way out of the room.

Its time to hire, my new personal assistant.

A/N: How long will he be able to hide his secret??
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