Trillionaires' War

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Gülizar, Isla, and I stood back in shock while the famous Cora Verdell Aslan stands before us with flames in her eyes, but with a posture of a queen.

"Andrea, please get me some coffee. I'm sick of all the tea in Turkey. Also have someone do a deep clean to my office immediately."

"I'm right on it." Andrea disappears down the hall.

My mom turns to us and hugs us individually. "I missed my girls. Come." We follow her into my office. She takes a seat in my chair behind my desk.

"You're really divorcing dad? This can't be happening." Isla takes a seat on the sofa, clearly lost in the news. Gülizar rolls her eyes at her theatrics. Out of all of us Isla is more emotional, which my other sister has very little tolerance for.

I ignore them and focus my attention to our mom. "Mom, what is going on?" I ask her, finally able to find my voice.

"You'll see soon enough. It's alot to explain. I'm hoping we have about ten mintues before we are all reunited."

Andrea comes in with a cup of coffee in her hands. She places it in front of my mom. "The Aslan Helicopter landed. Mr. Aslan is heading down right now with John." She informs her.

Mom calmly takes a sip of her coffee, before setting it down. "Took him long enough." She says sarcastically.

"Mom?" I try to find an answer. "Can you just tell us what's going on? What did dad do for you to want to divorce him? I thought you were both happy. There must be a mistake here."

She taps the desk. "As far as my intel goes, there is no mistake. As for the divorce, that will depend on your father solely. We will see how things work out, but as of now I need you to forgive my manners in a few moments."

"Mom-?" I was about to continue asking, but was interrupted by the door slamming open

The famous Omer Aslan comes in with such a force. His tailored suit is immaculate just as I always remembered. His presence has never once flawed without intimidation. You just can't deny the power radiating off him. And now well I am so happy I'm not the source of his clear rage. His eyes are so cold it would probably freeze you over.

My brothers trail behind him with John looking just as lost as we all are. We all step aside and let Omer through. His eyes focus only on his wife.

My mom calmly sips her coffee with a bored look. Oh, she good. No wonder she was a great actress, she's naturally talented at hiding her emotions. I aspire to be like her. I sware.

"You made me follow you across the world." Dad says furiously.

Mom sets her coffee down and leans back in my chair causally. "I didn't make you do anything, Aslan." She spits out. "You should have at least cleaned up a little before coming to see our kids. You look like a raging caveman." She's not wrong, although the hair hair and beard does make him seem alot more... serious. If that's even possible.

"Cora..." He warns.

"Tread lightly with your tone, Omer. I'm not the one who fucked up."

Dad takes a deep breath to calm himself down. Gülizar is right my mom has my dad wrapped around her finger. If it was anyone else he'd snap, not caring about hurting anyones feelings. "We'll talk in private. Let's go." He doesn't leave room for argument.

"The time for talking is over. I have decided that it'll be best to just divorce you. Save myself the headache of running after you."

"The day you get that divorce is over my dead body."