CHAPTER EIGHT
906 Words
New York City, A week before the k********g…
Opening my eyes, I stared up at the white ceiling of the room I’m sleeping in. Confused, I turned my head to stare at the cedar wood desk across the room, the lilac-coloured bean chair next to it, the TV screen mounted on the wall and the lilac-coloured walls before recognition registered.
When I arrived at the mansion a week ago, I never thought I’d be hit by so much new information at once. I was treated like a guest in my father's mansion and directed to a guest room upon arrival.
If it hadn’t been for Mae’s timely arrival which put to a stop the ministrations of an egotistical b***h, I have no idea what I’d have done to her.
Sitting upright, I get out of bed with a sigh. I appreciate the fact that Mae went through great means to decorate my new room, but I don’t like the colour lilac.
Normally, I’d be starting my yoga exercises to get my mood improving, but today I just feel so… listless. Last week my day started great, then my father died and it felt like my world was turned upside down.
Arriving at the mansion I didn’t expect to find two trolls living in my father’s home and I’m now past the point of pain and sadness. What I’m feeling is anger and resentment.
I’ve gone through the funeral procession and decided to throw away any attachment I might have felt to his name, now I’m just going to be Aquamarine… not Aquamarine Maximilian Walker.
My father’s little mistress, Sarah, opened my bedroom door without even knocking and the nauseating smell of her perfume infiltrates my room and assaults my senses.
“Good, your awake, ” She eyes me with a look of indifference, but I can see the simmering anger still blazing in her eyes. “Get showered and come downstairs, Mae is here with the family’s lawyer.”
Oh, what I would give to rip her hair completely off her head, the arrogant b***h is getting out of here as soon as I’m sure my father left his entire wealth to me.
I glare at her retreating back in disgust, rolling my eyes I head towards the bathroom for a quick shower. 40mins later I walked out with a towel wrapped around my body before moving to my new walk-in closet across the room to dress.
Finding out my father had a mistress called Sarah Mackenzie, and he had adopted her daughter Lia Mackenzie as his own, was a big blow to the gut when I arrived.
There are pictures of the three of them on the walls, on the internet, and even in the f*****g family room. It makes me feel so stupid for sitting in Paris waiting for him to develop even a tiny bit of affection for me, now he’s gone and I realize I only have myself to rely on.
Shaking off my thoughts I quickly got dressed in a short black dress. Grabbing the custom made charm bracelet which had been one of the many presents he’d given me for my birthday as a consolation for never being there, I clench my hand around the jewellery before slipping it over my wrist.
I twisted my curls into a bun and got out of the room, people always said my best feature is my eyes but I always thought it was my dark chocolate brown hair. At 5’8ft, I not only inherited my father’s height but also his straight nose, and angular cheekbones.
From a mother I never personally knew nor will I ever meet, I inherited my blue-green eyes, hour-glass figure, and heart-shaped lips.
Downstairs, in the living room, I found everyone waiting patiently for my arrival, and as soon as she saw me Mae stood to wrap her arms around me in a comforting embrace. We haven’t had a chance to talk since the funeral, considering I’ve been avoiding everyone as much as I can.
She held me for a long minute before patting my back and stepping back, she must have read something in my eyes because she offers a reassuring nod before turning to introduce my father’s lawyer.
I ignore the glaring trolls staring daggers at me from across the room and study the gentleman with honey blonde hair, he’s dressed in a dark blue Armani suit and brown oxford shoes, his sapphire eyes staring at me with a twinkle. His appearance spells money and it should, after all, he worked for my father.
Everyone knows he pays those who serve him with loyalty, very generously. It’s probably why half the people who work for him are still so loyal to this day, and in a few short minutes, they’d be loyal to me. “This is Mr Knight, Grey Knight, he’s your father’s lawyer.”
The older gentleman stands to offer me a handshake and a sympathetic smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Walker, I offer my sincerest condolences for your loss.”
“Thank you, and please just call me Aquamarine.” I let go of his hand with a nod, settling down on the armchair I motion for him and Mae to take their seats on the couch. “I trust you have my father’s will?”
“It’s right here.” He pats his briefcase and I nod.
“Good, please read it to us.”
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