In a billionaire's eyes

3: Elias

Chapter three: Memories bring back memories.

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A wide toothless smile on her face, her brunette hair was so long, it reached below her butt.

I was only six, but I still remembered every move she made and every word she said when she told me she was moving.

I didn't realize it until I was in bed when my mom tucked me in and reminded me that I would make new friends.

I didn't want new friends; I wanted her.

I cried every night, but nobody knew. Even though everyone wanted to sit with me, I sat alone in school, but I didn't want to sit with anyone.

I was heartbroken by the age of six, and I didn't deserve to feel like this. I could only blame Rae's dad for not allowing her to stay with me and for hurting me like that.

My parents noticed that I was doing everything alone, and they decided that I needed siblings. However, it got worse when my mom couldn't stop getting pregnant.

They first got Luna, then decided that Luna needed a friend her age, so they got Audrey. They wanted a boy so bad "for me," but I didn't want a sibling to begin.

Luckily, they had a boy whose name was Andrew.

He was ten years younger than me.

My mom surprised me when we talked to Rae on the phone, but it got hard for us to stay in touch week after week.

When I was only eleven, my parents started fighting every day. I used to hide my siblings in my bedroom, and then, I only found out that my dad caught my mother cheating on him with his best friend.

So, they tried to stay together for the sake of their kids, but finally, after years of harming our mental health, they decided that it was time to call it off and have a divorce.

Luckily, I met Daniel when I was nine. He was the one who helped me get out of my shell and meet new people. He was there for me when I witnessed my dad slapping my mother by accident and when my mom told my dad that she was in love with someone else.

It broke me, but I guessed that when love falls out, then their relationship will tend to break.

"Get over it," one of the teachers told me. "I witnessed my father cheating on my mom, and he constantly abused her in front of me."

Yes, your father was a psychopath, but that didn't mean my life wasn't a mess.

My dad was a billionaire, women threw themselves at my father, yet he stayed with my mom. He chose my mom.

On the other hand, mom chose another guy over my dad, even though he gave her his all, and she gave him nothing in return.

It made me hate my mother, and I didn't want anything to do with her. So, I chose to stay with my father while all my siblings went with my mother. I did not want them anyways.

I hated how my mom treated my dad, and when I grew up, I started to see girls treating boys like trash in school.

It only made sense to hate them all, which left a gap between Rae and me.

Until my parents divorced, I begged my mom to talk to Rae, but she always refused.

I didn't know why. I wanted to know how Rae's been doing. Did her parents give her another brother or a sister?

Was she okay living so far away from me? How was her school? Did she replace me? With a boy or with a girl?

All these questions swam in my head like fishes in the ocean. I wanted to know if she threw the dreams we had together, we wanted to be a king and a queen, and we wanted to start a club together.

We never understood those memories and wishes that we left in the dust. I knew that I had lost memories that I wouldn't bring back again when I grew up.

It was hard for me to think about those memories now that she was gone. Even though I knew she was somewhere alive and hopefully happy, but my heart couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness that I didn't know how she was or what we could've become.

As a seventeen-year-old boy, all my focus should be on getting a girlfriend. However, as I said before, watching my mom hurt my dad made me hate all the girls, so I became the popular guy who never settled down with a girl.

I was still young, but boys my age managed to find girlfriends or boyfriends along the way, while I only played these i***t girls like they were toys.

They knew the game, and they knew the player, yet they stayed with me because they thought they could beat me.

They couldn't. The girls wanted me to fall in love with them, but none of them made me fall in love.

I wasn't interested in them, and it was somewhat strange because they were all beautiful.

But it felt like I was missing a piece of me, and it felt like my heart wasn't with me. It was with someone else.

As a billionaire, my dad only wanted the best for me, and I wanted to prove to him that I could own the business when he was gone.

He believed in me, and he enrolled me in the most expensive school in the USA.

California high, a well-known high school, only accepted wealthy people and sometimes smart enough students to get a scholarship.

Those people I never respected. Not a personal problem, but the school is for rich people only. Poor people do not belong in this school, and that's why the USA provides many schools that they can enroll in for free.

"Are you ready?" My dad asked.

I grabbed my GUCCI backpack and marched out of the room. "Yes."

"Okay," he nodded.

Did I forget to mention that my dad remarried when I was fourteen? No? Okay, yes, he married another woman. I wasn't pleased at first, but as we spent time together, I realized that she wasn't bad at all.

She wasn't with him for his money, and she took good care of my father unlike my mother.

She was my hope of finding a perfect girl for me. However, when something good happens, then a bad thing has to come out of it.

The good thing was my stepmother, and the bad thing was the boy who came with her.

Blake.

What a cool name for a sociopath.

"Brother."

Speaking of the devil, he appeared in front of me. With his wet golden brown hair and his blue eyes, Blake took my spotlight away. Thank God he never attended our school, or else he would've stolen my spotlight.

Good thing he was in college, and I was worried that my father would give him my spot in his business.

"I am not your brother," I scowled at him.

"Come on, bro," he shuffles my hair even though I wasn't short. I was almost his height, yet he treated me like a kid.

"I am not your brother," I repeated. "Do not call me brother or bro ever again."

"Elias, do not talk to your brother like that," my dad scolded. "Let's go, or we will be late."

"Yes, dad," I scoff as I walk past the annoying 'brother.'

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Once I set my foot in the school, all eyes were on me, and they were sending me flirtatious looks.

I ignored them, but I smirked at a few girls here and there. I never winked at them because I didn't want to give the wrong signals.

My eyes caught my best friend, who was smirking at me, mirroring my facial expression. "Danny."

"Elias," he greeted me back. "Are you ready for the new football season?"

"More than ready," I nodded. "I can't wait to be the captain this year again."

Daniel grinned. "I can't wait to be your side chick."

We laughed and began to walk in the direction of our class.

"Hey, Eli," Ava patted her eyebrows at me as she stood in front of us with her friend, who I never memorized her name.

Eli

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Eli?" I grumbled.

Whenever Daniel asks me why I hated it when someone calls me Eli, I lie and say it was a girly name. Even though the name only sounded better, coming out of Rae's mouth.

I still remember her voice when my nickname rolled out of her tongue. It made my stomach fill with butterflies.

I didn't tell them about Rae and how badly I wanted to know more about how she was doing and what she was doing.

Daniel asked me about my first kiss, but I always avoided the answer and said it wasn't a big deal. It was a big deal, and it mattered to me.

I shouldn't have kissed other girls after her, even though I was only six, and it shouldn't matter at all, but it felt like my lips only belonged to her.

It still brought a smile to my face, and it was just because I remembered her. "So, the boy is smiling."

"Shut up," I punched his arm playfully.

"Girls, we will be late to class," Daniel ignored me and looked at the two hopeless girls in front of us. "So, if you don't mind."

We walked past them, and we tried not to look back at the confused girls. They were clingy and annoying, and I hated them.

I hated them with a passion, especially that blonde-haired girl. Ava was an annoying brat who thought she owned the school and thought she had boys drooling over her. However, she wanted my attention, but I wasn't giving it to her.

"Good morning, Armani," one of the boys patted my shoulder as I walked into the classroom.

"Morning, Smith," I smiled back, and I raised my eyebrows at him. "How is your dad's mistress?"

"Low, Armani! Low!" He grinned as he took a seat next to his friend.

They never knew a thing about me, and I didn't open up like everyone in school. They thought my parents had a divorce because it didn't work out between them. It was partly true, but I forgot to add my mother cheated on my dad and ruined our family.

She broke our family.

I shook my head and took a seat in the front of the classroom with Daniel.

I was a straight-A student, and I never failed a class in my school. I was never late, and I was known as the most intelligent student in the school.

I was trouble, I broke the rules here and there, but no one dared to do anything since I ruled the school.

Some of the teachers hated me, but they still managed to give me A's because they had no other reason to provide me with a grade lower than A plus.

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only eight. The teacher would be here in five minutes, so I started a small conversation with Daniel.

Talking to Daniel sometimes got boring because he only spoke about football and girls. I loved football, but not much about girls.

He loved all of them, but he only had a few girlfriends here and there. He was a loyal boyfriend - sometimes - it depended on the girl he was dating and if she was fulfilling his needs, which I found pretty disgusting.

Anyway, my mind wanders off, but my eyes are still focused on Daniel to make him think I was listening to him.

I loved staying in school because whenever I was home, I always had to interact with Blake, and he was my least favorite person in the world, so I'd always find a way to avoid him.

Blake was a snake.

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