The Wealthy Fiance

Part 1

M O O N B Y U L

The office isn't the same ever since both of my grandparents died in an accident. It wasnt as lively as before, all the employees seemed affected for my loss, especially for the loss of the company.

They were both in a chopper on the way home from a weekend getaway. It was supposed to be their way of rekindling the fire, but then there's been a turbulance that caused the machine to fail and stopped working.

They crashed in the suburbs causing a massive fire that led to the death of 20 people and 10 injured residents.

As much as I was grieving for my grandparents, I was also grieving for the families that was affected by the crash. A house burned into flames as the chopper exploded, leaving us with nothing but ash and the remains of the victims.

While my parents I havent seen my parents since my 6th year of existence. It was their 8th year anniversary, they were cruising along the ocean for the whole month of June until something happened, my father was the captain of the yacht, they must have been lost since they weren't able to spot that they're in a very dangerous part of the sea. Most ships get sucked up by a whirlpool near the said area, but there's no proof to confirm that their boat sunked. They just disappeared until now no one has seen them ever since.

I genuinely believed that I was born unlucky since birth. The fact that the doctor thought that I was a boy and how the news brought great glory to my dad. My father was so happy that he even bought me a car as a gift for being his first born son, or so he thought. At the same time my mother was in tears and too overwhelmed that she donated a million dollars to a bunch of orphanage. They were happy, so much happy, until I was born.

I can't even imagine the look on my parents face when they saw me coming out. I heard the rumors about how my dad just walked out of the delivery room without even looking back. And my mom wouldnt even hold me when the doctor finished cleaning me.

No matter how shitty my parents was I still tried to love them. I understand what they were going through. Although it was painful I'm still thankful for them and especially my grandparents for letting me live in leisure.

I owe my Nana so much since grandma took me away that time my mother refused to hold me. Nana and Pops were the one who was there for me throughout my 27 years of existence.

Even after a year that I was born, my parents couldn't even look at me as their child. My father started drinking and staying up late in his office while my mother would stay out til morning gambling and partying with her socialite friends.

Even though I was little I felt like I was being thrown away by my own family so I was desperate for their acceptance that as early as 2 years old I told my grandparents I want to start homeschool.

I never understood my dad, he would always show up during every meal but wouldn't even spare a moment to talk to us. He would always talk about business matters especially when mom is present.

He would look at my mom like it was her fault for giving birth to a daughter and not the son that they hoped for. My mother would obviously ignore me in everyway possible, wouldn't even acknowledge my presence nor my achievements in school.

For the past 6 years that they were in my life, I've never felt as if I was inluded in this household. I was only acknowledged during events and get together with friends and families.

My father would introduce me to his business partners and associates while my mom would fakely bragged about my achievements to her fake friends.

I tried to fit in, to catch their attention, even taking a private tutor to teach me everything about business. Yet outside the special events and occasions, I was back to being nothing.