The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)



"Then why are there people saying he deserves it if you is not spread it? Do you think we do not know you are the one who spread things about Melanie?" she asked.

"Is it a lie? I was married to Donald, was I not? Besides, this is the daughter-in-law you wanted for your son, what doe it have to do with me" Elena asked.

"You better come out and defend him or else!" Cecile insisted.

"Or else what?" Elena asked and she paused. They both knew there was nothing he could do.

"If you speak out, I will consider letting you two get back together," she said and Elena laughed.

"Who wants to marry your son? Even if he was served on a platter, I would never want him again. A mother like you might as well be a curse to him. Who cares what happens to him? Who cares if you consider him. I would never consider him again until you drop dead," Elena said.

"Hurry up and get back here and refute the rumors! You want me to die before you do it? What nonsense. You are the one who had always been obsessed with my son. Get back here if you still want to marry him again!" Cecile screeched.

Elena was furious even though she finally understood. It seems that this old woman is still banking on her love for him.

What rubbish.

"Old witch, have you lost your mind? If people are spreading tales about your son, shouldn't I take out some gifts to thank them for their public service? Maybe even go around and bow a bit, probably donate money to sew a wedding dress for their children. Why would I come over and help his dispel rumor? If you are done opening your dirty mouth, go back to that grave you crawled out from and have some eternal rest!" she ended the call.

By the time she finished talking, she was fuming. She had completely forgotten that J was in the car.

She could not seem to control her temper these days and J was laughing hysterically the car.

"It is obvious that hell is missing an inmate, why are they lazying around instead of coming for their in mate?" she muttered under her breath. She was fuming and wanted to break something.

J had a good laugh, but her laughter could only stop when she received a phone call from her mother.

"Ma," she started to say the moment her phone touched her ears.

“J Ava Kent, do you know what time it is?!" her mother's roar rang out into the now silent room.

"I-I-- she glanced at the time on her phone and realized it was one Am in the morning.

"Why do you ask?" she responded.

"Why are you not home at this hour? Is this how you behave in the city?"

"What are you talking about? Did you dream of me again? I am safe at home, go to sleep," she responded.

"Then I must be a ghost then, or your house is the ghost, It is either I am hunting the wrong house or your house is hunting the wrong person. I was wondering why the pots did not break when they fell." her mother's sarcasm floated from the phone to the ears of Elena in the car and it was Elena's turn to laugh.

But J was too shocked to notice her reaction.

"You are in my house? You dropped my pots?"novelbin

“No, maybe I trespassed on the wrong house, who knows the owners may be back soon to get me."

"Ma, Why are you in Magma city?" she asked.

"Why are you outside at this hour of the devil?"

"Ma! I have plans this night, you should have told me you were coming. And why would you come at this hour?" she asked.

"The plane was delayed and I wanted to surprise you."

"It is dangerous to move around at night, you did not think to call me to pick you up?" she asked.

"The ancestors were telling me that you are out there fishing me a son-in-law, so I respected myself, but to think you are still out by now," she said. "Ma!" J was so frustrated she wanted to pull her hair out at this point.

"What?! If you are not out there fornicating your way to the alter, you better be back in this house in one hour!” her mother scolded and disconnected the call.

By the time J ended the call, Elena was happy none of them was driving because she could not hold back her laughter.

"What are you laughing?" J scolded.

"I had forgotten how funny your mother is," Elena said, "We better get you home quickly."

Getting home as quickly as she could, she rushed into the house to find her mother on the couch watching a telenovela.

"So, you know where your house is," she heard her mother say as she locked the doors behind her.

"Ma, why did you suddenly come?"

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she asked as she entered the living room, but she did not pause to greet as she rushed past her into the small galley kitchen. She opened two of her cupboards to find that her pots were still intact and sighed in reljef, only to turn and meet her mother's fierce gaze by the kitchen door.

"Ma," she started.

"You went to find your pots the moment you came home? You are more worried about your pots than to greet your Ma," her mother started. "Ma, you are the one that scared me to think you had touched them. Besides, you broke my last pot, you broke two frying pans, even a very nice wok," Elena answered.

"Why can't you buy actual pots? Who's pots break like plates?" Her mother scolded.

"Its porcelain, it's expensive."

"Who uses porcelain to make a wok? They are not afraid of Chinese ghosts flogging them at night? And you dare use it," her mother sneered and walked off, returning to the living room to sit on the couch.

"Ma..." she started, "You have not even told me why you came?"

"Do I need a reason to come see

you? You, talk. Where are you coming from?" her mother asked,

"Its not as though you have to hel

me a son in law, so why are you? walking the night? Haven't we warned you that you are bound to the dark? You have been ignoring these words since you came to the city, right?"

"I have not been, Ma. I sometimes have no choice, my editor says I should handle this interview no matter what. If I can't finish this, might loose my bonus this year But you, why did you come out of the

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blue? And don't tell me you came to surprise me, only an idiot-would believe that," she said.

"What have you been doing in the city? Your Abuela woke your Tia and I up late last night to ask about you," hearing her mother's words, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

J was used to this. Her father had married a South American from Colombia and brought her family over.

Her aunty and grandma were superstitious.

"What did she say?" J asked retraining the urge to roll her eyes, but her mother did not respond.

She had escaped her big family to another city, but her mother would pop in once in a while to see her and always came with wild stories.