Chapter 9 Jorel And Gabe I

JOREL AND GABE POV GABE What the fuck would make a woman wear an orange dress to an event? I'd seen some go for dark green, almost black, but orange? No, I've never seen a woman in an orange dress before, especially in that style: loose, with long colorful sleeves and full of frills at the end of the skirt. And the shoes? Yes, ladies and gentlemen: she was wearing sparkly blue boots that went down to her thin knees, the little bit of leg left between the fabric and the boot showing that she hadn't been in the sun for a long time. Chuchu wasn't so tasteless, odorless and insignificant. He was a chuchu dressed for the carnival. She wanted to attract Jorel's attention, so she left her dark brown hair, which contrasted with her extremely fair and ghostly skin, falling in waves down her shoulders, covering part of her chest, but not showing her breasts, which were hidden under lock and key. Possibility of seeing them before the wedding: zero. And why the fuck was Jorel making her laugh? Of course, in that useless man's mind, he'd eat the girl, slurp her up and then go on to eat others. But... What if he fell in love with Chuchu Palito? Yes, because Chuchu Palito... Was... Strangely engaging... In a way I'd never imagined. While I was wondering what the fuck that girl had to laugh about and enjoy during an arranged marriage to a being who ate everything that walked and had a pussy, she came towards me, firmly, staring at me as she hadn't done for a long time. He wasn't afraid of my name or my fame. He looked at me as if I were the servant who had opened the door for him, someone normal he had met in an unassuming way in a nightclub. I took a step back when he came close enough for me to smell his sweet yet woody perfume. Yes, it was the first time in my life that someone had made me give way and leave the place fearing that they would walk over me. I saw a thin hand, with fingers as white as the fabric of my shirt under my suitKiton K-5 , stretched out towards me. - Good evening. You must be Gabe Clifford. - He smiled - my future brother-in-law. I swallowed, having no idea what to say. I thought things like: Are you crazy? Do you have access to the Internet? Have you understood everything that's going on here? Do you... Do you need me to explain to you in all letters that you're nothing more than a "nothing", as significant as a chandelier in this house? How dare you address me without being authorized? Her brown eyes framed her small, thin face, with a snub nose and plump lips covered in lipstick the color of her mouth, but with a lot of shine. Her thick bangs fell over her forehead, making her look even more fragile than I had seen her in photos. It smelled of life, of warm blood, of wood that would burn a forest if set on fire. It was... An invitation to love for my brother, Jorel Clifford. For the first time in my life, I took a wrong turn. That woman would be my brother's undoing. The bastard might like his own wife and stop being a shameless whore-fucker. And he was still entertaining her, instead of ignoring her completely. That was fucking revenge! I almost told him to stop everything and let me marry the chuchu, the "daddy's heart", so that I could make sure the job was done right. Jorel's only role was to destroy the girl's heart. And it seemed to me that it would be just the opposite: she would destroy the shred of dignity that that wretch still had. I looked at her hand and made a point of saying: - I don't greet bastards. I expected any reaction from her, except a wry smile: - So why do you want to have a bastard as part of your family? I doubt you didn't have better options! As far as I know, I was hand-picked. - Who do you think you are? - I squeezed the glass of whisky between my hands to the point of itbreaking. - Who do you think you are? You don't deal the cards alone here. I agreed to the marriage, but my house still doesn't have a single piece of furniture in it. What kind of fucking deal is this? - My God, Olivia! - the stepmother was totally stunned - She's not like that! I swear I don't know what came over this girl, Mr. Clifford. - She tried to take Olivia Palito's arm, but she broke free of her grasp and took a few steps backwards, her eyes still on mine, facing me. I looked at Ernest, who had a debauched smile on his lips. No, he wouldn't win. The "Heart", as he used to call his bastard daughter, would be broken to such an extent that he wouldn't be able to stand it and would have regretted being born. Jorel might even have taken a real interest in the insipid, odorless and insignificant girl. But my brother did everything for money. I could manipulate everyone and everything with money. And little did the chuchu know that I would be able to give everything I had for his father's suffering. And I would watch the end of Ernest Abertton sitting in a box, using his favorite daughter, Olivia, as my puppet, or rather, a puppet in the hands of my brother, who just like any other human being, was commanded by me. I had already done my good deed in life: I had accepted that Ernest and his family of rats would set foot in my house. And from that moment on, family gatherings would be frequent, or I wouldn't be able to watch the end of the man who destroyed my only chance of happiness in life. I lost my son and he would lose his, to pain, failure and sadness. - The wedding will be in a week - I announced - My secretary will contact you - Please, everyone leave my house now. You stay! - I pointed to Jorel, who took the last sip from his glass, as the alcoholic didn't waste anything. - What about the furniture? And our house? - The youngest Abertton brat wanted to know - You stole my sister... You have to do what you promised. - They'll have a house and furniture... But you deserve it, baby. By the way, are all of you boring like that? - I looked at Ernest - I can understand your chaotic life. I'd want to end mine myself if I had to live with people like that every day. Your family is awful! - I couldn't help the look of nausea on my face - I'll see you at the ceremony. The prenuptial agreement will be sent to you beforehand. I won't pay for a lawyer so you can understand the details. But as the Aberttons have nothing to lose, I know you'll return the signed documents. Now, out of my house! As soon as everyone had left, I grabbed Jorel by the collar of his shirt, which he had already opened half a dozen times to show off to the girl: - You're worthless, you son of a bitch. - I screamed, and if I were an animal I'd eat your kidney right now. - Why? - his eyes looked like they were going to pop out, he was so frightened. - Do you think this wedding is about you being "happily ever after" with Olivia Palito? - I... I didn't think so. - He pushed me away, freeing himself from my grasp and straightening his shirt - And... Don't ever treat my future wife like that again. I swallowed, incredulous. Had Jorel hit his head? Had he had Olivia's pussy tea before I'd even introduced them? - Understand one thing: I will reduce you to dust if you don't make this girl's life a living hell. - You know what? If you want to fuck her so badly, why don't you marry her? - What are you saying? - I almost didn't believe it. - I'm saying I'm fed up with you telling me what to do and what not to do. You're not my father! - he shouted. - And I wouldn't want to be, you idiot. Our father never even had time to talk to you or me. - And you think you're better than him for this? - apart from the fact that he was a man busy with his work, he wasn't a soulless monster. - Do you think you're offending me by suggesting that I'm a "soulless monster"? I don't give a damn what you think about me. In fact, I don't care what anyone thinks about me. The only person who has a space in my heart is Rarith. Except for her, no one has or will ever have my attention, except when it comes to work. - Is Olivia work? Who do you want anyway? Her mother? Her father? Because I doubt that poor Olivia has done anything for you. - This doesn't concern you, Jorel. - You talk... As if everything that comes out of your mouth is normal and digestible - his countenance looked disgusted - When will you understand that you're not God, Gabe, that you're a man and like all flesh and blood you have weaknesses? - I'm not willing to waste time discussing my life with you, Jorel. I've made you my proposal. If you think Olivia is worth more than everything I've offered you, feel free to say no to marriage.