The Hated Millionaire Heir

Don’t lie

Her fingers thoroughly canvased her purse, she dipped in each pocket but still she couldn’t find them, “Where are those damn keys!” she cursed. After her meetup with Tony Abigail walked straight home thinking on whether she made the right call or not, however it was at the door did she realize she couldn’t find her keys. Normally the kyes were at the bottom of her purse after the tissues, napkins and other necessities, but today they weren’t there, desperate and stressed Abigail poured down the purse contents. She squatted with her legs closed and brushed over all her quantities, once, twice, she repeatedly brushed till she confronted the truth that she lost her keys. Affirmed of her suspicions she packed all that she poured back in and pulled out her phone, she went straight to her contacts and on the search bar she keyed the contact “Sis”, the named contact appeared which she clicked, she then placed the phone’s microphone piece on her ear as the call rang, rang, and rang.

On the other side of the call, her sister, Angel, was having a good time socializing with her new friend. “You cannot be serious.” She bluffed, “True story it happened.” She affirmed, “So what your saying is a CEO in charge of a company worth billions dressed as a beggar to find true love.” She summarized, “Mmmh!” she agreed her mouth filled with juice. “Damn love really is everything.” She commented on the story, “The one thing money cannot buy.” She teased; the two ladies had gotten along quite well since they met. Angel hours ago, walked in the bar stressed and disappointed but after opening up she felt lighter psychologically, “I had my own love drama. It’s the reason I walked in here in the first place.” She opened up, Mary, the other lady she made friends with, brushed her lips with her palm and turned to listen. “I had this relationship and I messed it up. I tried every option to end it or overcome what I did but I couldn’t so I decided to get back with the guy.” She stated, “Whoa!” she gasped shocked by the twist, “Did the guy agree?” she asked anxiously. “He did but it wasn’t a direct answer.” Angel answered, “Well girl, men are simple beings and we ladies like complicating things so if a man gives an indirect answer,” she paused taking a sip from her glass, “You had really damaged him.” She finished. “I did. But I have been trying to and trust me it has made progress. I have been checking up on him. Making calls though he avoids them. Asking him out for dates and walks.” She explained, “Well then if you have been trying that much and the guy is responding why did you walk in here like the guy was engaged to another lady.” She confusingly compared. “A really close friend of mine um…” she hesitated, “… she and he are um,” she paused, “I passed by the French restaurant and found them kissing.” She revealed. “Wait what!” she jumped, “The two kissed.” She whispered her voice lowered, “What happened exactly, did you find them actually kissing? Did you see them from far? How close was the contact from how you saw it?” she charged question piled on the other.

“I kind of wasn’t close enough. What I saw was my man his head tilted and in front of my friend and they were close like nose-to-nose close.” She explained, “So you didn’t walk in and actually see them kiss?” Mary questioned. “I didn’t how could I? I trusted my friend and she knew how much I wanted to get back with my ex so I couldn’t confront the scene of them kissing.” She defended herself. “Give her one more.” Mary requested, a mug filled with beer was later slid and onto Angel’s grasp, “Drink and let me explain.” Mary advised. “I also assume you didn’t stay there for more than ten seconds after what you saw. So, what are the odds your friend didn’t kiss your ex. What are the chances she declined his approach. Sure, they may have kissed but from your angle that isn’t hundred percent sure.” Mary ushered. “There is a chance your friend actually cared for you and maybe she didn’t. but the best thing I advise is go talk to her. If she is your friend she will tell you exactly what happened okay.” Mary finished brushing her hand on Angel’s back. “Okay.” Angel agreed, minutes after she agreed to her friend’s advice the two changed the subject and conversed, laughed till both realized it was time they go their separate ways. Paying their bill independently the two ladies walked hand in hand out of the bar, Mary had her purse and Angel had her towel wrapped around her hair like initially, they interacted down the street till Angel was on the opposite side of her saloon. “Guess this is goodbye.” Angel began, “Yes it is.” Mary continued, “So I’m going to take a cab.” Mary stated and the two laughed, “Bye girl.” Angel bid hugging her friend, “Bye. Talk to her okay. Call me if you need a friend to drink with okay.” Mary whispered before they pulled themselves apart. “I will.” She promised, with smiles on their faces Mary stayed on the same street while Angel crossed to the other side, opposite to each other Angel pulled out her phone and on the contact info with the phone number typed she saved the name “Mary”, eventually she walked away.

She took another bite, she studied the various fruits she was yet to taste and checked those she had already, “How much for the melon?” she asked the vendor. “Five.” She sighed, the vendor had answered non verbally via his clenched fist, in currency terms it was five of the lowest currency they had, opening her purse she gathered five coins and handed them over to the vendor. Dynamically cutting the huge melon into an elbow length slice Abigail began the journey launching continuous bite attacks on the juicy red fruit. “Thank you.” She appreciated the vendor for his services, full of fruits and satisfied she threw the melon carcass into a green bucket with a triangle shape drawn at the center of its body. Her purse in hand she decided to go back to the apartment and check if her sister was back, when she called she didn’t answer so Abigail assumed work stuff made her not to and perhaps she was too tired to check her phone for any missed calls. So, she began the walk in her jeans back to the apartment, walked up the staircase and took the turn into her row, the sudden green illumination that struck her eyes after she neared her sister’s door indicated Angel was back.

“Hey.” She greeted brushing the melon juice off her lips, “Hey.” She answered reaching for the keys in her purse. “Can I ask you something?” Angel posed, her keys were centimeters from the keyhole, she was about to open the door but she had insecurities, the major was her sister kissing her ex she was struggling to get back with. “Um I want you to be honest with me. Where were you today? You weren’t feeling well so I thought you wouldn’t leave the house.” She addressed, “I decided to take a walk and come back.” She answered, “You took a walk. Then why aren’t you in the house till now?” she asked. not sure of her sister on whether or not she wanted to be honest Angel returned the keys in her bag, “Well I went out and when I came back I realized I lost my keys. When I couldn’t get in I decided to wait for you. I took the opportunity of the free time to fill my stomach with fruits from the vendor down the street.” She expressed. “If we need to talk can we do it inside the house. I had a long day and I am sure you did too.” She insisted, Angel for a second froze before pulling out her keys and opening the door. In the house, Angel placed her keys on the counter on the kitchen window, Abigail rushed to take a shower, “We need to talk Abigail.” Angel addressed seriousness in her tone.

The brown leather sofa held the two twins, Angel on the left and Abigail on the right end, “Where were you today?” she asked, “I already told you I was out for a walk.” Abigail answered. “I said where were you don’t lie to me Abigail.” Angel harshly asked, “I told you I was out for a wa…”, “Don’t you lie to me!” she broke down. For a brief moment the tables turned from a harsh stature to a collapsing woman aching in grief, “Please tell me where were you, I know where you were, who you were with and what you did! I want to hear you say it.” She demanded. Abigail didn’t want things to turn up like this but she was on a one-way road and honesty was the only path she could walk on, “Um I was with Tony at the French restaurant.” She began, “I knew it was you, I f*****g knew it was you!” she yelled.

“So, the two of you kissed! After all I told you! The sacrifices I have done to get back with him and you take him away from me!” she shrieked agonizingly, “You betrayed me!” she yelled tears shedding out. “I didn’t betray you.” She defended herself, “Don’t you lie to me you…” she paused looking for the appropriate insult, “… I hate you!” she cried. “Angel listen to me. I didn’t,”, “Spare me the drama and honesty I don’t want to hear it.” She interrupted her. “If you could give me a chance to talk, you would know that I didn’t betray you!” she proclaimed highly, “You are my sister and I could never do that to you. Not after what you have been through.” She emphasized. “But you two…”, “Yes we were close but we didn’t kiss. He brought himself close to me but I pulled myself out. He wanted us to be in a relationship saying he saw me as a replacement for you. He insisted but I turned him down.” she explained. “Angel I don’t know you as much but the fact that you are my sister is enough knowledge for me. I could never hurt you like that. You are fighting for the one person keeping you alive so if I did do that I couldn’t have the guts to show up in your apartment.” She thoroughly defined. After a brief silence and recess period between the two sisters, Angel brushed off the tears from her eyes and Abigail prepared her some coffee to calm her down. “Look I know it sounds hard to believe but trust me I love you and I can’t betray my family at any point. Not even for this husband-Romeo man you are fighting for.” She consoled her resting her head on her shoulder. Breathing in heavily and slight wheezes from her nose Angel turned to Abigail, “I’m sorry for my outburst I shouldn’t have…” she apologized but her sister shushed her insisting she rests.

“I am going to Becky’s house for the night or two. I will give you your space to think okay.” She muttered, “No you don’t have to! I’m fine.” Angel insisted, “No you’re not.” Abigail opposed. The guilt was chewing her alive that she blamed her sister despite not knowing what exactly happened, she was the one who kicked her out and now she wanted her to stay irony was the basic agenda there. “Call Tony and ask him what happened okay.” She advised, Angel adherent to her sister’s advice she moaned in agreement as she wrapped her hands across her sister’s waist pulling herself closer.

During dinner that night, Angel excused herself from the table to make an urgent phone call. She was in jeans shorts and a loose top with her hair free, she headed to the kitchen and neared the fridge at the far end. She dialed a number on her phone and pressed call, she tucked the phone on her ear as it rang, eventually the rang was cut into a beep. “Hello.” She began on her side anxiety building up, “Hello.” The male voice answered back, “Can we talk?” she asked, toying with a magnet on the fridge door she waited for the caller to answer afraid for the worst but hopeful for the best. “Yes we can.” He answered a minute later.