Spoiled By A Zillionaire

Engagement party

“Are you okay?” Lola asked before following his line of vision. They were now standing in the middle of the hall with cameras flashing at them from every direction.

There was no doubt that many media companies came hoping to catch a glimpse of the lucky woman who tied a knot with the country’s illegible bachelor. Cameras zoomed and flashed at Lola before focusing on the man holding her arm.

Shane had such a dominating aura, everyone could feel his rage. Lola made eye contact with him, hoping to understand the change in his jovial mood.

“A pestilent has defiled your throne. I was clear that I will not tolerate any disrespect towards you,” Shane grit his teeth, sending a fear of god to everyone around him.

Lola stared back at him, confusion written all over her face. She had no throne as far as she knew. Did she?

Even she could not think straight. It was the first she got to witness his unforgettable rage everyone in the company told her about.

Everyone exchanged looks and watched with confusion as Sir Mike rushed to bow before Shane, who looked ready to murder someone.

“Please forgive my son for his shortsightedness. He should have taught his fiancée our ways before inviting her into these premises,” Sir Mike pleaded while Mike’s face turned as pale as a sheet. He had not realised that he or more like his fiancée was the cause of Shane’s anger.

“Deal with your rats before I do. I expect a replacement for my queen’s defiled throne.”

Lola narrowed her eyes before it dawned to her that Samantha was seated on the same chair Shane had seated her on earlier that morning.

Turning around, with his wife still holding on his arm, Shane left the hall with every Foster member, besides Mike, behind him. It was clear to the guests that the engagement party was not going to happen.

Samantha watched the group in disbelief before tears welled up in her eyes. The esteemed guests she personally selected did not look very pleased. It was enough that they had to wait, now they had just discovered that it was all for nothing.

“I am sorry everyone, but there will be no engagement tonight,” Mike informed their not-so-pleased guests while Samantha wept. Some of the guests huffed before storming out. They travelled from far and waited for over an hour for nothing.

“Stop crying. What the hell were you smoking sitting on Madame’s throne?” Mike snapped at his fiancée.

“How was I supposed to know that the chair is only reserved for her?” Samantha squeaked, trying to pull at his heart strings, but he knew better and had a lot to lose.

“Cut the crap, Sam. The maids told you before you sat on it!,” Mike yelled. “What are you trying to do exactly? First it was the bracelet, now this!” Mike could not hide his displeasure. Shane was mad and that was bad, not just for him, but for his whole clan.

“I am so sorry, Honey. I did not think that it would be such a big deal,” Samantha explained with misty eyes.

“Everything in the Foster family is a big deal, damn it! Get that into your head or we are done!” he yelled before storming out to join the rest of his clan, who were not pleased.

“I have lost my most valuable painting because of you,” Sir Mike said angrily the moment his son walked in. “Do you know how much replacing that throne is going to cost us?” he yelled while Mike casted his eyes down. He did not know the exact amount, but knew that, like all Shane’s belongings, it would be a fortune.

“Do you know how much a chair made of pure gold costs?” Sir Mike roared while his son kept his head down.

“We will use my trust fund, Honey,” Wendy suggested, already feeling sorry for her son. She was from a wealthy family and had millions in her trust fund.

“We were supposed to use those funds in cases of emergencies. We will be left vulnerable after this,” Sir Mike stated, still fuming.

“We could sell off the so called defiled one,” Silvia suggested while her father frantically shook his head.

“Foster things never get sold. Have you all not learned anything?” he asked.

“The maids are going to send it to the storage. Surely…” Silvia did not complete her sentence.

“Surely nothing!” Sir Mike roared. “You will not get all of us killed for degrading this family, and believe me, it won’t be Shane, but every other Foster you call family who will wipe us out,” Sir Mike shouted before storming to his chambers. It seemed to him that his clan was hanging by a thread and blamed Samantha for it all.

“You two need to go and read your family scrolls in the archives before getting us bankrupt and killed,” Wendy warned her children before following her husband.

“You f****d-up big time, Bro,” Silvia told her brother. “That Samantha better be worth it,” she added and left her devastated brother alone in the lounge.

Mike was left punching a wall, bruising his knuckles. Things were not turning out as he planned. Shane was living to his word to make certain that his wife is respected, which meant he and Samantha were in trouble for everything they did to Lola. He took a walk to the garden to clear his head and found someone who had been waiting for him.

“Foster’s must always be respected. We might have our internal fights, but to the world, we have to be indestructible,” Sir Henry stated the moment Mike was in his vicinity.

“Messing up your engagement and humiliating your clan with guests watching is unroyal. It makes all of us look weak, while only he looks mighty. We have a royal blood that should be acknowledged and respected,” he continued while Mike listened. He completely agreed with his sentiments. Samantha did mess up, but he felt that Shane could have raised the matter with him later not end an engagement party he paid thousands to host.

“Why are you telling me this?” Mike asked. His father’s older brother hardly spoke to him. He was smart enough to know that he had his own agenda. Not only was he more ruthless than Shane, Sir Henry stood to benefit the most if Shane was no more. He did not buy his seemingly empathetic attitude.

Sir Henry chuckled. He had not expected Mike to fall so easily to his trap. He got straight to the point he knew very well will hit a nerve.

“I am just stating what we all feel. We have our rules. One can never cheat with a family member’s partner. He might be our head, but those rules apply to him too.”

It was no secret that Mike was very possessive of Lola and went crazy over any man who so much as ogled her. It was also no secret that he only chose Samantha because of her social standing. Being experienced in gathering information and deception, Sir Henry had watched Mike’s every expression when Lola was with Shane and saw an opportunity to get his crown without getting his own hands dirty.

“I broke up with Lola,” Mike responded, suppressing the anger rising inside him.

“Yes, you did. She was in prison immediately after that and Shane was abroad. Do the math,” Sir Henry suggested.

“What are you saying?” Mike asked, his heart already pounding.

“You know exactly what I am saying. Those two don’t look like they just met and decided to wed. A Foster rule was broken and it is not right,” Sir Henry said with certainty, affirming what has been at the back of Mike’s head. To him Lola and Shane looked so in love, but he thought maybe his mind was playing tricks with him.

Mike let out a sigh. “I have no proof.”

Sir Henry took out two photographs and handed them to Mike. I might not be the Foster head, but I have eyes everywhere,” he said and watched Mike’s every reaction.

The Foster’s had well documented fines and punishments for breaking their rules, most, very harsh.