Trillionaires' War

Chapter 2

*Pic of Marcus up top*

Chapter 2

The lights are so blinding. I knew it was night, but it seemed like day with all the flashes. The shouts of photographers were coming from all over the place. Can they get any louder? I hear them, they don't need to shout my name like a banshee. I don't let my smile falter, but I'm absolutely ready to call it a night. I can feel the chill in the air.  Florida is being bipolar with its weather again. It's definetly not helping the revealing top dress I'm wearing. Curse Zana for sending me this dress. I know it's called fashion, but she knows how easily cold I get. Anything under 75° is freezing temperature for me. I'm trying so hard not shiver. If I do, someone will write headline about me being some kind of drug addict. And by someone, I meant the assholes taking our pictures to make a quick buck.

I envy Fang and Gülizar for how forward they are. Fang doesn't bother to pose for cameras. He doesn't do press conferences. And if someone gets on his nerves, he kills them eith his signature look. All the photographers know when to back off. It's a level of respect that have for him. Gülizar poses for a single shot and then follows Fang to wherever he is. These people love to photograph her, but since she's always with Fang they back off.

I tried to do that, and I get called by Tina. Then my parents get involved and give me this huge lecture how I'm the CEO and there's a certain standard to uphold. At the begining everything was great, but when people try to sneak into your hotel room, try to stalk you in public bathrooms, or even  block your car to take a good picture. It becomes old.

I felt the tug to move forward into the building. Finally. We entered inside. The view was everything to be expected. The ceilings were adorned with breathtaking chandeliers that made women's diamonds shine. The silver and gold decorate gave it a modern, yet classical, twist tlin elegance. People around us danced. Some laughed at stupid jokes. Other's, mainly the wives, sit around and gossip while clutching their pearls and drinking champagne.

We get acknowledged by the people around us. Most of them stare with distaste. Others just give a tight smile and continue their conversations. My siblings start to mingle. I eye the tables. The tables are ranked by wealth. Our table always remains in the middle in front of the stage. I contemplate whether to sit and ignore everyone or eat and ignore everyone. Or ignore everyone and go home to the billions of imaginary cats I have.

"Hello, Chloe." I turn around and find, what my mom calls them, the six wives staring right at me.

"Hello, Alice." I greet her back. My mom warned me to always use their first name. It tones down their egos.

"You look beautiful today."

"Thank you."

"A little to revealing, don't you think?" Rebecca bitterly comments. She's the type of woman that looks down at everyone and is pretty much the mean girl of old people.

"Not as revealing as your husband's mistress." I retorted. The gasps were exaggerated enough to be considered soap opera worthy.

I'm so thankful to the millionaire gods who keep her on the list of people I don't have to be nice to.

"You're just like Cora." She spat out.

I gave her a sweet smile. "I know. My mother is amazing." I take a step towards her. "When are you going to give it up Rebecca? You don't intimate me. Not five years ago, and most certainly not now."

She glared at me, turned around and stomped off. Most of the lady's followed her except Anna. She gave me a sincere smile before she hugged me. "You look spectacular. Don't mind Rebecca, she's just bitter. All of us envy you both. Your mother made this world respect her. And you are now demanding it. I wish I had done something similar with my life. You both have broken the cycle the test of us have failed to do."