The Billionaire's Daughter

As I was hugging Franco, I realized that I will do everything in my power to ease the pain he was feeling. If only I can do anything to relieve his burden. He has been with me whenever I feel sad or alone and I promised myself that I will do the same for him. With his stubbornness and macho attitude I know it won’t be easy to get him to start relying on me but I will try my best to let him know I will do anything just to make him happy.

After a while, he stopped crying and was just hugging me while I continuously stroke his back as a sign of comfort. How do I know that he was crying despite his silence? Easy, my shirt was soaking wet with his tears.

Still not letting go of me, he started telling me his story.

“I met Madeleine on my last year at Delaney Public School. She was, well, my first love.”

I felt like my heart was ripped apart when I heard his words but of course, I can’t let him notice that.

“She was my everything. All my plans in my life before were mainly to provide a comfortable life for her. She is also rich like you but her parents openly detested me. They treated me like I was a plague whenever I come and visit their home. I heard every insult they throw at me. She never treated me that way but thinking about it, she never defended me either. She just asked me to be patient with her parents and that when I became successful they will love me too, so she says.”

It was distracting how he was unconsciously tracing circles on my back and how his breath was fanning my head as he spoke but I was very much interested in his story. It will explain his behavior towards me.

“I tried my best to give her all the love I can to cover up for my deficit in social status. After our first anniversary, she began to change. She was one of the reason why I applied for a scholarship here. On our last school day before summer, that was the school year before I transferred, she left me. That day I just found this box at our doorstep.”

I felt the hurt and sadness in his voice when he mentioned their breakup.

“She didn’t even have the guts to tell me personally what she thought about me. She gave me this letter. “

He reluctantly released me and reached for the letter hidden on the box. I saw several pictures and letters inside. I was really envious of her. Their pictures showed how happy he was with her. Though I can’t say the same for the girl. She seemed distracted in every picture. I felt like she was hiding something and that Franco was just blinded with his love for this woman. Oh how I hated her for hurting my bestfriend.

“Here. Read this out loud and tell me if I deserved any of her words.”

“Are you sure you want me to read this?”

eyes for any indication that says

I shared this with you. Even my mom was not aware of what happened. She always thought we were doing great. I guess we were both surprised

“Okay. Here goes.”

Franco,

you. I have let this drag on for too long as I was afraid that you will get mad at me, but I guess

chivalry. Nobody treated me like the way you did. You respected me and that was what made me grow fond of you. Thank

loved you. I think never did. I liked you but not really loved. I was just scared to lose someone like you. You have been my rock and strength in surviving that awful school. I just wanted you to believe that I loved

accepted at Berkeley’s because finally I can get away from your grasp. I felt constricted by our relationship. It was like we have our own world where nobody even wants to be in with us. Even my parents hated me for introducing you to them. In a way, you helped me annoy them and that was one of

summer. When you receive this package, I may be on my way abroad. Don’t try to contact me. If possible, just

crossed paths, you have already moved on so I won’t have any more

Madeleine.

She has some

enraged me. Franco does

this time

“What?!”

have finally moved on. The letter does not hurt me

everything in that god damn

calm down. For you it may be a lie but for her, that was her letter.

“Franco, stop defending her!”

caressed my hair and kissed the top of my head and I

important anymore. Her perception about me is no longer