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Chapter 2 - ۞ II ۞

BUT THAT IS, IF I EVER HAVE CHILDREN OR GET MARRIED. I'm too young to think about that. So, it's a big if on this.

My childhood was lonely, and the times it weren't was when my siblings and my parents were bullying the shit out of me, the same happened in school since I was the creepy-edgy-nerd and everyone thought I gave psychopath-vibes so they constantly picked on me. But my focus on school was studying and always coming up first on all tests, be it study related or physical tests, I was always the best, which pissed every one else.

I got so much bad attention that the Queen Bee of the school, Marie-Estella, my currently-third-sister-in-law, who was a year older than me, picked on me constantly. And the reason why I never fought back was that I thought they were all brainless people, and fighting would taint my perfect record. Although I did talk back constantly when a bully picked on me, always cursing the shit out of them.

They knew I could fight back, since I was always great at martial arts, but kept bullying me until I left earlier to got to the MIT at 15, shocking every one and pissing them off. It was delicious. And that paid off for not fighting back.

But that was then. I used to hold my shit together. Even with my siblings, I never fought back physically, only verbally, because if I beat their asses like I knew I could, our parents would be angry to the point of not emancipating me so I could leave for college earlier. And I couldn't afford that.

So, I went to US and felt free for once in my life. Everyone in college loved me and treated me like their younger sister, since I was one of the youngest kids in MIT. My life of being bullied died there, and I was finally able to make friends since they were all smart and not dumb like the people I was used to.

And the biggest thing I ever did was tricking my parents on believing my college needed to be paid, so they sent the money monthly to my bank account, since I was the one to handle all of my college papers. Whereas, it was my best lie, since I had gotten a 100% scholarship, and didn't need to pay for anything related to college. They also sent me a monthly allowance to keep their image as great parents who had a kid in MIT.

They never actually entered in contact with my college, since they couldn't care less, so they were unaware of the truth. And I was able to take all of that money, invest in technology companies, and buy real states with it. All without them knowing about it.

My parents deserved it. They mistreated me my whole life, so this was my way of revenging myself. Now we are even, I don't hold stupid grudges.

While the money I actually spent on myself while living in the US during 8 years, was all the money from the fat allowance my maternal and paternal grandparents insisted on giving me monthly without my parents knowledge. Like I said, they are filthy rich, and love me the most, since they think all of my siblings are arrogant assholes. I'm not ambitious like that, I tried to refuse, but they said that they wanted to do this and take care of me since my parents were useless and didn't.

The old emotional manipulation. It worked though. I accepted the money and made good use of it, using for myself and to buy the best materials I needed to use in college. Ha, they were aware of how I fooled my parents to get their money too, but they thought they deserved it, which helped me not to feel guilty.

And both came to visit me in separate dates, also keeping it from my parents. It was quite fun having them back in my apartment. They are my four favorite human beings after myself, and I wish I could keep them forever with me.

They also come constantly to my home in Birmingham, since both my maternal and paternal grandparents live here too, and it's one of the reasons why I chose to live in this city, instead of London. I feel more welcomed. And I have friends here whom I met in the MIT.

My grandparents both pick on me for not having a boyfriend and only be messing around, since, opposite to their children and my siblings, they know about the flings I had. Both the first boy I had a fling with when I was 15 before leaving for the US, who happened to be the most popular and wanted boy in school, and the flings I had back when was in college. The boys I hooked up since I came back too.

Quite funny. I'm not honest with parents or siblings, but I'm brutally honest with them. Maybe they are right and I have an older soul, since I tend to mix well with older people.

It's not an understatement to say that both my maternal grandparents, Alice (ENFP) and Matthew (INTP) Arceneaux, and my paternal ones, Scarlett (INFP) and Christian (ENTP) Van den Hoek, are millionaires. Not billionaires, but millionaires. Although together they would definitely be billionaires. My parents are also millionaires, that's why my siblings prey on them and they let them.

Whereas, opposite to my siblings, I build my own bank account. Yes, I took my parents money, but I was the one who took the lemon and made not only a lemonade but a lemon pie out of it. My grandparents taught me what I know about business and always gave me tips of how to administer my money, and how to make it last. So, thanks to my investments, my works, and my real states, my net worth isn't that of a billionaire like Tony Stark, but I'm easily a millionaire alone.

Again, only my grandparents are aware of it. If my parents or any of my siblings got word of this, they would probably try to prey on me, faking kindness and pretending to like me just to get a slice. That ain't gonna happen. Even if they know about it, I'm not giving them a penny.

If I had to give my money to anyone, it would be to my grandparents. And if not them, then I would give it to my two best friends, Flower Banks and Chase Montello. In the worst situation where I couldn't give it to any of them, I would donate it half to orphanages from Birmingham and London, and half I would pass to Sara LeMahieu, my favorite professor from MIT who has four children and raised them alone (although she's rich). Sara was more of a mother to me in my time in the US than my own mother during my first 15 years alive.

All of this is already settle in a testament. We never know when we'll die, so it's better to be prepared for the worse.