Rich, Famous and Partnerless

Live with it

Special thanks to my Wattpad bestie @Alabihoney for making such a beautiful cover.
Girl, you are one in a million 😘😘

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"When I am assertive, I'm a BITCH, when a man is assertive, he's a BOSS."
Nicki Minaj
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Jules
I enter Dad's study, gently closing the door behind me.

I feel him before I see him.

You know when the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end because you are scared of something or someone? That is exactly what happens to me anytime I know he's near, including right now.

I look behind his big mahogany desk but see no one seated on his leather chair. I walk deeper into the room until I see him, my Intimidator, standing by the window side, intently staring outside. If it had been anybody else, it would have been safe to assume that they were gazing at the stars, but not my dad. The time he would use to gaze at the stars would be used to think about how to acquire more wealth.

I wait for him to acknowledge my presence. When, after a few minutes, he refuses to turn around despite being aware of my presence, I decide to say something, "Annyeonghaseyo, Appa." (Hello, Dad)

Without turning or moving an inch, he finally speaks, "Why did you break up with Diego?"

At this question, I look at him, shocked. I know we don't have the kind of relationship that Margot has with her father or anything close but still...

"Jules, I asked you a question, why on earth would you break up with Santos Giovanni's son?" He questions again, an angry edge in his voice.

If I give Dad one thousand and one reasons I broke up with Diego, I know it still won't change whatever's on his mind, so, to save his time and mine, I simply say, "We're not compatible." I am surprised that even though I'm a nervous wreck on the inside, my voice comes out smooth and even.

Dad whips his head towards me with the speed of lightening, either due to what I said or how fearless I sounded, I do not know.

"Dangsin-eun hohwandoeji anhseubnida?" (You are not compatible?) he repeats, like as if saying it in the mother tongue would change the meaning of what I just said.

"Did you even think before you talk?"

Hurray! Here comes the rain of insults.

"Or do you think I handed over the company to you so that you could destroy years of friendship and partnership? Answer me, Jules?" He bellows. "Do you know what kind of disgrace I would suffer after this your selfish deed? Huh? You useless girl, do you know the new name you've given me?" He asks as he stalks towards me, I quickly move back, he seems happy with my reaction because he stops. "Here comes the father of the whore who couldn't manage to get Diego Giovanni, son of the great Santos Giovanni to put a ring on her finger." His eyes red with anger now, he says with a menacing smile. "Beautiful name, isn't it?"

I look into his eyes. I am not mesmerized or anything, only shocked at the amount of wrath that swims in those black orbs.

No matter how long and hard I look, all I see is selfishness, hunger for power and control and all other dark things. But no love could be found in his eyes.

Just what did I do wrong in my previous life to have this kind of father?

As my eyes begin to well up with tears, I see a small smile I wouldn't have noticed had I not been staring so intensely at him tug at his lips. At first, I don't understand the reason for that smile but then I remember Margot's words the day I cried on her shoulder after Dad had gotten angry and released his wrath of verbal abuse on me again.

That day, as I cried, using her shoulder as support, she had said to me, 'Jules, you might say I'm wrong but I've studied your father. A man like him thrives on belittling people. Control is like air for him, he can't do without it. Dominance is what makes him flourish and until the day you stand up to him and fight for yourself, he won't stop abusing you emotionally or trying to control every area of your life.'

As soon as I remember this, I blink away the tears that threaten to fall and look at him with a newly found confidence.

Enough is Enough!

"So, I'm a whore now, huh?" He seems taken aback by my question. "All because I refuse to continue being in a relationship with a man who doesn't even care about me."

"Jules," he calls in a warning tone but I am not anywhere near done yet. "Do you even know who the real whore is?" I question angrily, all fear gone now. "It's that fornicating bastard you want me to marry."

All of a sudden, he is closer than before, to the extent that I could see the small wrinkles under his eyes.

"Don't you ever in your life open that mouth of yours to call the CEO of Diego Industries that filthy name again, or else..."

"Or else what?" I ask, moving so close to him he is forced to move back. The roles have been reversed, the Lion is now the prey.

"So it's perfectly fine to call me, your daughter, a whore because I got tired of a loveless relationship but it becomes a filthy name when used to describe," just to irk him, I say, "a fornicating bastard?"

For a moment, he only stares at me like as if I've grown a dozen heads.

I know why he is shocked because I am shocked too. In all my thirty-six years, this has never happened before: me looking him in the eye, talking back at him. All because I respected him.

Now, I just can't bear it anymore; the bullying, the criticisms, the name-calling, the list is endless and I am tired, I want to be free from his leash, truly be free.

As if he just decided the perfect way to turn me into a scaredy-cat again, he folds his arms and hardens his face, "Listen to me, you little girl..."

Did he just call me a little girl? "I am not a little fucking girl."

"Did you just swear?" He yawps, looking like he is about to hit something.

Haha, you haven't seen nada.

"Yes, I did and I will fucking do it again. You are my fucking father and I am your fucking daughter, not a motherfucking slave!" I pause to catch my breath while he just stares in bewilderment. "So, it's either you treat me like one or forget you have a daughter."

He was about to say something when the door opens, revealing my mom. "Is everything okay here?"

He looks at my mom, then looks at me. Shaking his head, he storms out of his study, nearly brushing my mom on the way.

Mom looks at me, a scared expression on her face. "I pleaded with you not to anger him, didn't I?"

I rub my face, suddenly exhausted with everything.

"Mom, I know you never side with me when it comes to him and I don't really care anymore. But pass this message to him: he doesn't have to like the fact that I came to this world as female," I declare, "but he has to live with it."

For the first time in years, I leave my parents' abode with a smile on my face.

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'He doesn't have to like it but he has to live with it'
I so 💓 that phrase

So, Gentle Jules has some 🔥 in her after all...

How many of you were shocked by her sudden outburst?

In Joe's voice 'I wanna know...'
Yeah, let me know what you think.
In other words, hold my hand
Haha..Just kidding,
IN OTHER WORDS, COMMENT
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