Chapter 63 - Sixty-three : The King And Queen (1/2)

Nik's POV

”Hi Father, you've finally called ” I said, my voice so thin and inhumanly cold like a Popsicle.

I didn't want to call him 'Old Man' this time but 'father' as a reminder that the person who had betrayed me was my own flesh and blood, someone that birthed me. Someone who was supposed to wish for my everyday progress and happiness above any other thing.

”What do you think you're doing ?!” Father snapped from the other end but my lips quirked up .

Oh, I knew what he was talking about.

The engagement news and then my own official statement was a complete slap to his face.

The Old Man had organized the news as a means, a platform to inform the whole world that he has chosen a daughter-in-law but then his own son, his flesh and blood, someone he had done everything on his behalf, turned everything around.

I knew right now he must be feeling I betrayed him, but then he betrayed me first, it was just an act of returning the favour.

”What do you think I did father? perhaps we should meet up so you can specify exactly what I did wrong ” I requested , emphasizing exactly on ' meet-up ' .

For a few minutes, he said nothing and I smiled internally, he was probably weighing the pros and cons while setting up the place where my influence would be at the minimal- that is if he would agree to meet-up.

”Fine then ” My father agreed ” I'll send a car to pick you up ”

Just as I thought.

Without wasting time, I changed out of my suit and donned a comfy ware - a nice breezy T-shirt and jeans .

I knew what I was about to face , a war. It was time to make my stand known, I wasn't that same little boy he had wrapped around his fingers years ago.

As if on cue the moment I was done, my office was notified of my ride so I made my way downstairs and wasn't surprised to see the driver was one of his own people.

I nonchalantly stepped into the car and his chauffeur driver drove away at once. Truthfully, I wasn't bothered about my safety cause I knew he would do nothing to me as his son but I was more concerned about Maya which was why I sent Judy to keep an eye on her wherever she was until I return.

Throughout the ride, a million thoughts were running through my head. Unlike earlier, the boiling anger had cooled and now I was just feeling plain disappointment and betrayal.

I pressed my hand on a side of my head, I could feel a severe migraine headache ; the pounding and searing pain promising to tear my head apart. Today had been a hubbub of activities, I had not gotten the chance to get even a little rest.

This new development made my mood sour and cranky, I wanted nothing at the moment than to have this matter solved, period - the idea of a bed was super tempting.

Funny that the picture of Maya, the both of us sleeping soundly on the bed popped up in my head out of nowhere.

”We're here ” The chauffeur announced and I climbed out of the car once the door was opened by another of my father's men stationed outside.

He led me inside the expensive looking coffee shop obviously bought and emptied out for the night and for this special meeting.

I saw my father in all his glory, sitting languidly in a chair with tapered leg , inhaling and savouring the stem evaporating from the coffee in his hand.

The coffee shop was obviously designed for comfort, coziness and a charming atmosphere unlike what I was feeling right now.