Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Delia’s POV

While staying in my fathers house he refused me to leave. He said I was a wrecking ball that needed to be shelved and I hated him for it.

I would scream and yell at him but it didn’t matter what I did, he clamped down on me staying in my room.

“Come on, just let me out,” I would beg him from time to time but he would not listen until o was done begging.

I decided to take matters into my own hands and escape without letting him know.

I ran out of the house when he had been out with the butler, locking me in the house.

The only problem was that I was good at picking locks and they had no knowledge of this.

When they were gone, I picked the locks, freed myself and drove off in my car.

Throughout my time in the house I had time to think of what my next move was going to be.

I had cried for days, eaten and thrown up because I could not keep my food down, been depressed, gone through Iris’s posts online to see she had gotten out a wedding date and even stalked Asher on his presidential account which had millions of followers.

I wanted everyone to pay for what they had done to me and they were going to pay for it. They didn’t know how but they were about to find out how.

I drove through the busy roads to my ex-boyfriend’s house, parking in his driveway.

It was raining heavily by the time I arrived so when I got out of the car, I was drenched in rain water, angry and exhausted.

“What are you doing?” he asked when I knocked on the door and he opened.

“Hello Marcus,” I smiled, pushing him aside to get into the house.

“Why are you here?” he followed me in as I started to strip until I was in my underwear. “Jesus, what happened to you?”

I had been out of his range for days, maybe a week or two, I had lost track of time, but I knew I was not in the same shape I used to be. I was skinny.

“Have you been eating? I can see your ribs from here,” he said.

“The information you gave me, it ruined my life,” I blurted out slowly, falling on his bed with my wet hair as he entered his bathroom and emerged with a towel.

“Here, wrap your hair in that and stop soiling my bed,” he threw it at me which I used. He leaned against the doorframe with folded arms as he stared at me with pity. “How is that my problem?

“You’re dealing with the president, did you think it was going to be that easy? I gave you the information I could find on Zendaya. She’s a fucking ghost. No one knows her or where she’s from.”

“She’s not a ghost,” I smiled. “She’s just that good at hiding away from people like you and I. But it’s fine. I don’t need her anyway. I will destroy her. But first off, I need you to do me a favor.”

“Nope, I’m no longer doing favors. The last one didn’t go so well.”

“Come on, please. I need this.”

“You look sick. You look obsessed. You should rest.”

“Maybe I am obsessed!” I yelled standing to my feet. “But do you know what it means for your husband to suddenly toss you away like a used condom just because he doesn’t find you speaking anymore? You don’t. I do. Now why would I give him up?

“Instead they will all pay. I will make all of them pay but I can’t do it without you.”

We stared at each other before he sighed. “What’s the job?”

“It’s our last job,” I sighed. “It took me a very long time to craft it out so I think it will work. If we do this, we can finally get married after divorcing Asher and I will get billions to my name.”

That seemed to do the trick as he nodded with a devious smile. What’s the job?

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Zendaya’s POV

“But that show is overrated,” I said to Aurora over the phone as I searched for an outfit to wear.

“I liked it better growing up than now when I have to watch the nonsense they have,” she said with a weak laugh. The signs of pregnancy were beginning to show up.

We had agreed to meet at the clinic as her husband was away on a business trip and she did not want to go alone so I had decided to accompany her to the appointment.

I got to the car park to find out the car I usually used was being repaired by the mechanic. This sucked.

The next car that was given to me was a heavy four runner which I didn’t want as that would bring too much attention to myself.

I decided to walk.

As I got close to the clinic, I waited near the car park for Aurora to come around.

I looked at my watch which read 1:25 p. m. It was almost time for her two o’clock appointment but we would hang out at the hospital and talk a little.

Suddenly, a black van drove to a halt in front of me, the door sliding open with three men in masks jumping down from it.

I turned to run but wasn’t fast enough before they dragged me and threw me into the black van.

I struggled as they closed the door, one of them holding down my hands while the other putting something around my nose. It was a handkerchief which had a strange smell to it.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I struggled for a while, my strength getting weaker by the moment. I was left alone as I fell to the floor of the dark van, my eyes closing even when I struggled to stay awake.