Chapter 13- A Not So Happily Ever After

'Hello?''

''After all those years, I've finally been able to reach you, Linda!?

'' I'm sorry but my mother passed away four years ago''

''Wait...what?''

''Yeah...''

''Is Fredrickson still there?''

''Who?''

THUD

''Hello, is anybody there?''

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Ok, now this is getting more creepy. Normally, I would say this is another prank call but only people in my family circle knew my mothers' nickname. Telling Dad about this mysterious phone call on his big day would be disastrous but I'm pretty low on options right now. Calling Phil would not be such a great idea, but what choice do I have?

Phil Davenport, the son of the secret spy billionaire, Bill Davenport. I know him because my dad linked us up back in middle school when he was investigating a break-in at one of his holiday villas. Used to date him in my early years of high school, but he ended up hooking up with this gold digger cheerleader because of her plastic basketballs. Ever since he has tried to send me gift baskets full of luxury goods like rolexes as a way to win me back but I lost count after 290 baskets. Although he is a complete right nutshell, he does have full access to his dad's super-spy squad, the team I urgently need now with out dad getting suspicious.

Making this phone call was a pain in the butt, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

''Hello''

''Princess Peaches, you finally couldn't resist my charms, saw how lonely you were getting on Insta."

"Lol dreams,so look i need you to borrow your squad."

"Sweetpea, even you know that everything comes with a price tag, so what is yours?

"Your dad is hella loaded so what could you possibly want from me?"

"Your love is the only priceless thing around is you,Queen!"

"Nice try lover boy, but how about i send you a real special basket as a thanks...

"Say no more, your sweet treats are the best, be there in a sec!"

" Meet me in the back of the catering kitchen in 20"

"I'll be waiting...."

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My dads' ceremony will begin in a hour so I hope I get back in time.

"Chloe, i couldnt help but overhear you talking and i seem worried. Is it alright if i can come with?"

"Sure, but if things get messy, make a run for it"

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"Dad might freak if he didnt see me at the reception, so I'm gonna go out back to make some calls."

"Just dont go to far, wouldn't want to get lost!"

As I was talking to dad about some catering mixup, I could see Crystal talking anxiously on her phone in the janitors closet.

After apparently yelling, she slammed the door as i could hear her talking spanish. Weird, for the last three years, I haven't heard her speaking anything but English with a side of Arabic. I could feel the coldness and hatred in her eyes every time she'd talk to me about anything. Even if she is gonna become my 'new' mom, something with her just doesn't seen ok. I wonder if there's more to her than a filthy rich face?