CHAPTER FIVE
763 Words
Paris France, 2 weeks before the k********g…
Being the illegitimate daughter of Donald Walker, I’ve had to live in exile since I was 5 and could talk. My father always said it was the only way to protect the family’s lineage, after all, what good would it do to reveal the fact that I’m not the biological daughter of Henrietta Maximilian Walker.
One of New York’s finest elite, and the reason my father amounted his entire wealth.
The mother who wasn’t biological but adopted me still died due to cancer and willed her families entire fortune to me. She never trusted my father after he cheated on her and had me, so as a f**k you to him she ensured he’d never lay a hand on her inheritance.
Instead, she put me in the middle and ensured he’d regret ever having a brief affair.
Despite having built his fortune, my father always had been greedy, he always wanted to accumulate more, and I’d been a tool used to ensure his plans would never work. With the excuse of me being illegitimate I was sent away and wasn’t publicly acknowledged until I started becoming a renowned Violin prodigy for King’s Orchestra, and the young teenager Paris calls The Bella of Symphony.
From age 5, I’d been Aquamarine Ross, daughter of an unknown opera singer from a small town in England, but now I’m Aquamarine Maximilian Walker, daughter of New York’s philanthropic Conglomerate.
I just never thought I’d have to take on a new title at the age of 17, the newly orphaned Aquamarine Maximilian Walker.
“I’m sorry Mae, I’m going to need you to repeat that.”
“Aquamarine, I know this is hard to hear but-”
“How did it happen,” I ask, cutting off whatever sympathetic speech she was about to throw at me.
Right now, I don’t know what to think or what emotion to feel, the shock of the news still a puzzle to my mind.
“He was fine the last time he called.”
“It was an unexpected accident, a drunk driver fell asleep on the wheel and crashed into his car. He died on impact. I’m sorry Aqua, I’m just heading to the hospital right now and I felt like you should be here.”
“But,” I swallow back a sob as tears cloud my vision, breathing in I clench my hand around the phone and take a second to calm down before stuttering. “T-the contract said I ca-can’t-”
“It’s invalid now that he’s… dead. I already bought your flight tickets. Be ready in an hour.”
“Oh, I, uhm-”
“I know the words are hard, you don’t need to say anything dear.”
The clicking of camera’s and the bustling sound of people talking over one another could suddenly be heard through the receiver, letting out a curse underneath her breathe she says in a rush.
“I just arrived at the hospital so I need to go, get packed and head towards the airport. When you arrive in New York wait at the mansion till I get there. Also, as you can probably hear the press has gotten hold of the news so it would be best if you don’t bother coming to the hospital anymore when you arrive.”
She cuts the call before I could even respond and I let my hand fall limply at my side, my cell clattering to the floor. Folding my legs closer to my body, I wrap my hands around my knees as my breathing starts to come out in laboured gasps.
I sat there crying for an extended period before I forced myself to get it together. Heading towards the kitchen, I found Fredrickson ordering the maids and wiped away my tears quickly.
He turns to me with a bow and I handed the phone back to him. I struggle to take in a deep breath and say through the huge lump in my throat.
“Tell Maria to pack my bags, I’m going to New York.” He straightens up from his position in surprise and stares at me, but doesn’t say a word nor ask any personal question even after seeing my red eyes and running nose.
I’ve got to give him props for his professionalism.
“Also, tell her to pack some black conservative clothes, I’ll be attending a funeral.”
“Right away miss.”
Hurrying away I head to my study for privacy and didn’t release a sound until the door closes behind me, as a sob escapes my lips my knees buckled and I slide down the door because I couldn’t keep myself upright anymore.
- Writer
