Triumph Of My Cheating Husband

Chapter154

ELSIE

Twenty million bucks is a lot, but I got it, and I'm leaving the country with it.

No one would believe Ciara if she points at me tomorrow and claim I abducted her and stole from her, because she already had a record for mental issues.

And by the way, that should be after she must have recovered from the shock of betrayal, and find those she would cry out to, and suffer the pain of being ignored for being a one-time mental impotency patient.

I relaxed my head on the headrest of the car that was getting me ferried to the airport.

I had the good of telling her I was going to the airport, and also telling the boys to free her and leave before she realizes the helpless situation, I had tossed her into.

"Don't you have a good music, man?" I posed.

The driver shot me a glance through the head mirror and turned on the stereo. I slipped on my sun glasses and smiled while the stereo blessed me with Adele's, I can't love you in the dark.

That was exactly the kind of music I need at this very moment, after making Ciara know that nobody in planet earth would make the mistake of loving her.

Not even me who she had made the costly mistake of accepting in her already messed up life. The thought of her not ever finding anyone who would be genuine to her brought a smile on my face, and though the driver could see those stretches on my face through the head mirror, I was sure he couldn't discern what the smile was for.

Maybe he would guess the music made me smile, but what on earth is there to smile for in a song that is meant for the heart broken?

I adjusted on the seat as though I wished to occupy every inch of it with my little body, and once again, I saw his eyebrows raise as I did that.

I don't think he knows that I see him the same way he sees me through the same side mirror from which he sees me.

Maybe the young fellow likes something about me, maybe my hair, or my pretty skin. Yes, it could be my skin. My skin is not as beautiful as Ciara's because I'm not getting younger, but it's still beautiful enough to attract young men.

And, if only the driver knows how much I worth. If only he knows how much I got in ransom from that daughter of wet assholes, he would come licking my pu**y.

I laughed at that silly thought. I didn't mean to do such, but it escaped my lips, so, I let it out. Who am I to keep it back when it yearns to break out free.

He shot me a quick glance and continued with his business. That's the bad thing about poor people. They can never tell when they have a big-time opportunity by their side.

I knew this from experience. I was one of the poor masses, until I found a way to align with Ciara, who was rich beyond measures, got her mad, had her luxury, abducted her, got big ransom, and now on my way to Miami where I booked a hotel reservation online.

Good lord, how good it feels to be so rich, but that bastard daughter of fat asses was never happy with all these wealth, maybe because she wasn't destined to ever be happy.

We got to the airport before I knew it, and the driver pulled into the parking lot. Then, he alighted from the car, came to the back door and opened it for me.

I was going to Miami without luggage because I have enough money to go pick myself the luggage, I wish from the boutiques in Miami.

I would get Zara and Gucci, and the whole of Miami would know that a rich woman flew into Miami to show off luxury, and mesmerize the boys in the colorful corners of Miami.

I alighted from the car, and touched the driver's shoulder. He was such a handsome young man, but he is dumb.

Had he been such an outspoken sort of person who would do the good job of telling me how beautiful I look in my pretty gown, I could have spared him a chance in my wealthy life.

But I was going to pay double for his little service of getting me ferried to the airport.

I slipped two fingers into my purse, fished a thousand bucks and slipped it into his palm. His charge was a few hundreds, but I just gave him more than his palms could bear.

"Keep change."

I saw the shock in his eyes. Maybe it was now that he understood he had been conveying a wealthy woman to the airport, and he had missed a chance of harking his shots at me.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Come on, that wasn't what I expected from a poor dude like him. I wanted him to scream and hug me tight for being good.

How much does he make in his silly business every good day?

I waved a hand at him and strutted off to the airport building. I wouldn't like to miss my flight and spend a day more in this goddamn city.

"Hey, miss."

I looked to the left and saw a media man taking video of a reporter who was speaking to the video.

They weren't the one who called me in that harsh manner, so, I turned, and advancing towards me was a dozen police officers, led by an inspector on suit.

Holy shit.

Ciara is way too big than I thought.

How did she managed to get the police into seeking me out here in the airport before I could step an inch close to the airport building.

Well, that's by the way. She would have to plead for her reputation if she was here, because I was up forthe craziest thing in the universe.

I approached the news men, pushed the reported aside and fixed my face to the camera.

"Help me! Ciara is mentally sick over the death of her brother and she is coming after me with the police. Please, is just sick in the head, and just returned from the psychiatric hospital. I didn't steal from her!"

The police cramped down on me and took me off the camera, but I had done just what I should do.

Her reputation is hereby declared a mess indeed.