My phone rang for the 90th time. When will they realize that I am not coming to that place? I don't want to complicate my life. I am perfectly happy with my life here. I don't want to live their kind of life.
I ignored the call. Let them call but I don't want to talk to them anymore.
I'm Prince Lorenzo Saavedra. Enzo for those close to me. 19 years old. Half Filipino, Half Dutch. My Mom is a Filipino and my Dad is Dutch. They're not married therefore I am an illegitimate child. My dad has his own family and so is my Mom. I neither live with both of them. I have my own home and I live alone. Except of course for the helpers, the driver, the guards, the secretary and other people who helped me. I lived a very simple life. As simple as I could ever have. As low profiled as I could ever be. As normal as I can manage. I was born here in the Philippines, raised by my Mom, and bears my Mom's family name. I never knew my Dad until I was fifteen years old. We suddenly had a visitor and he introduced himself as my Dad. I didn't doubt coz I looked like him. The next thing I knew I was in Amsterdam and everything changed. I stayed there for a year but I just couldn't take it so I threatened my Dad with rebellion if he didn't send me back. He'd got no choice. He bought me a house full of guards and allowed me to stay here and live a normal life. A life my three stepsisters envy and now, he wanted me to return in Amsterdam for a duty I am born to fulfill, a duty I do not want to do yet I cannot refuse.
"Steven" I called my secretary slash bodyguard
"Yes His.. Sir?" I ignored his lapses.
"I'm going to the bar." I stood up and headed to my room to change.
"But Sir, it is not proper..." He started to protest but I will not have any of it.
"This is the Philippines, no one knows who I am."