The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

Chapter 14

Angelica

I get out of my sleep with the happy birthday tune ringing on my phone. Dad had been a lot sneaky now-a-days. He sure would have set the tune on my phone. Rubbing my eyes to rid the sleep, I hear him knocking at the door with a huge smile adorning his features. He sets the tray of chocolate chip cookies on the table and smiles holding a cookie to my lips. "Happy birthday my princess"

Cookies have been my all time favourite since my toddler years and daddy bakes them fresh every time there is something significant happening in my life. His cookies have been a sign of good luck for me and knowing that he always bakes them wishing me success. "Dad you should have been a chef." I tell him enjoying the taste of freshly baked cookie in my mouth.

He kisses me on my forehead and brushes my hair back looking at me with so much love. "So what is my princess going to do today?" He asks me with curiosity but there was something missing on his semblance. I looked around the room and everything began to reel back in my head from yesterday? Oh shit! I messed up big this time. But how did I reach home?

Yesterday I sneaked out of the house with my friends' not informing dad. Jack forces me to have a drink in spite of my repeated no's. Finally I yield to him. With the first drink itself I felt light. Probably it was because of the first time having a cocktail. But there was something wrong happening in between. I rub my eyes ones again trying to remember what happened. And then after a few seconds everything was crystal clear.

Jack tried to force me. Unable to resist him anymore in my near unconscious state, I almost succumbed to him but suddenly there appeared a man. He was tall and lean. Dressed in a casual wear he looked like an Adonis but felt more like my saviour at the juncture. Landing two blows on Jack's face he lifts me up like I was a feather. He felt huge and muscular. I look at him for a second with my dropping eyes trying my very best to thank him and appreciate his beauty for a few more seconds but the next moment everything went blank.

Looking at dad's awry countenance beside me, I came out of my beautiful stupor of the handsome man. Sweet Heavens! How am I going to handle dad's umbrage now? Everything was clean cut about his almost irritable face. Angelica you are in for a major problem. But thank God today is your birthday. The storm will be serious but not for long.

For the next half an hour I hear yelling and screaming about all the things that I had done yesterday but after sometime it dies down slowly. I look beside me on the bed and hear my phone buzzing. Looking at the caller-id my lips twist to a smile. God still dwells and continues to love me. Thank the almighty rescuer. "It is Sasha daddy." I answer my dad's curious looks and start my conversation with my best friend leaving him in his own thoughts.

By the time I finished showering and getting dressed, my favourite breakfast Strawberry pancakes was already set on the table. Dad was seated waiting for me at the table. Once I was in, he sets the news paper aside and serves me the breakfast. He always felt the pleasure of serving me my favourite dishes by his own with no servants around us. He is the best dad in the world. At the age of nine I lost my mom but dad never let me feel her absence. He became both mom and dad to me. He took care of my every responsibility sometimes replacing my mom and sometimes being a dad that he really is best.

Once we finished our breakfast there was a call at the door. A delivery of beautiful red roses was done with a message "Happy birthday 'My Love'" was placed in between them. "So is it ones again your secret admirer?" My dad asks me looking at the bouquet of roses in my hands. I nod to him and place the flowers in the glass vase on the centre table. I had been getting roses on my every birthday since last ten years. I do not know who this person is. He never mentions his name in the card but I know I am now longing to see him. I wish one day I could thank him for the flowers he sent all these years remembering my every birthday. Slowly he was becoming special to me in an unknown way.

It was 7 in the evening and the time for the party. The guests started arriving. I was dressed in an evening blue ball gown with quarter sleeves pasted with diamonds on the bust and bottom areas. It was the dress that dad bought a few days ago when he visited San Francisco on a business tour. "I knew this dress was made for you in its first glimpse itself." Dad tells me with all excitement in his eyes when he bought the dress. I wanted to make him happier. So here I am with his favourite dress embellished upon me. He wanted to buy me more but I beat him to it. My closet is already overcrowded with clothes and I don't want more.

Within half an hour our huge garden lawn was fully occupied with guests. Drinks were served and I guess some of the guests were already tipsy. I don't know why dad organises these parties on my every birthday. I always tell him we could have private celebration at any one of his holiday destinations but he wanted to make up for the lost times. If these parties are going to give him fulfilment in making up for our lost times then I am sure to oblige him.

A few months ago I found dad talking to one of his friends about my wedding and searching for a prospective groom. Frankly speaking I don't believe in marriages. They leave people broken and exhausted. I have seen both my parents suffer after marriage. Thus mine is always going to be an arranged wedding. I won't deny my dad on anything including the most important decisions of my life. It is completely his wish with who he wants to get me married.

My trance was broken with my dad's announcement. "Dear friends, I welcome you all to my daughter Angelica Evans twenty first birthday. I hope you all are enjoying your party and the drinks." Dad says standing beside me resting his hand on my shoulder with a warm smile ornamenting on his face. He guides me between the guests and introduces me to all the high handed people.