The Billionaire Daddies
45. Giving in

Nothing else matters When you're done, you're just done

- Jacqueline

When morning came, I could still feel Remy at my side, his arms were holding me closely. Then everything came crashing down in my mind and I sat up abruptly, making Remy woke up with a groan. "What... ew, Jacqueline, oh thank God we're still dressed."

"I wouldn't take advantage of you, my dear bestie, I love you too much." Sexy morning voice aside, I tussled his platinum blond locks and got out of bed then went straight to the adjoining bathroom. My bladder emptied, my teeth brushed, and my face washed, I got out of the bathroom to find Remy sitting comfortably in my princess queen-size bed with all the lace-ruffled bedding and throw pillows. "You looked like you belonged there," I teased.

"Well, you're in a better mood this morning?" Remy got up and reached last night's bottled water and drank like he needs to be sober to face the day.

I shrugged and told him, "It is what it is, I'm not harmed. If I do have to marry the guy maybe I should just do it and stop being a spoiled brat. I know the time is coming since I was betrothed to him many years ago." "Jacques..."

"It's okay, Remy. But you might have to find another business partner... I'm cool with you continuing our work and..."

"No, you're not giving up on me." He took my hand in his as I sat next to him.

"I'm just tired of running, Remy, so fucking tired." My supposedly new business partner took me to his lap and he let me snuggle in his arms, we stayed that way for a couple of minutes until he needs to use the bathroom. Then my bedroom door unlocked from the outside with my dad behind my mom. The man didn't even look pissed, his expression was unreadable but he arched his brow when he saw Remy getting out of the bathroom. "Stupid woman, why do you let them stay in the same room."

Remy shields me behind him as if he could protect me from my dad. What Remy didn't know was that dad wouldn't harm me and I know for sure, it was not his kind of abuse.

"Walk with me," dad said offering me his arm with his haughty look knowing I will put mine in his without a doubt because it was how I trained to be. And I did, I rested my hand in his and let him usher me to the balcony outside my room for our private talk.

"You've had your fun, your rich friends made sure my finance is in jeopardy. But today you're getting married and today you will act like the woman you're brought up to be. This is your duty as a member of our family, many women had done exactly this, long before you were born."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I know it was coming, but to hear it from dad himself was the nail to my coffin. It somehow felt more real. In a matter of hours, I will be someone's wife, someone's property and I will at some stage become my mom.

"You will have people dressing you in two hours, go take a bath, have breakfast, and if you behave I'll let your friend stay for the ceremony."

"Bien Sur, papa," I replied in my native language, the words felt foreign in my tongue but I couldn't manage to say them in English, it felt like I was deceiving myself. Because I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be with the twins, my twins. But my voice sounded firm when I said goodbye to my dad the moment we were back in my room. And it only took seconds for Remy to come to my side and squeeze my arm telling me silently that he was there for me.

"Very well, I will come for you when it's time." Dad left with no further instruction and mom hugged me before she followed him out the door. I could feel her stance was a bit shaky in my arms and the stench of her morning liquor concoction was obvious.

"Alright, you win, you have the evilest sets of parents. Well, maybe mine can compare a bit, but I think we have a clear winner." Remy sat in front of the breakfast spread that mom had probably arranged for the servants to lay out. It was beautifully arranged in the small seating area of my room, they must've done this when I was talking with dad earlier on the balcony.

"I think I've had my fun, it's been a good couple of years away from my family. At least I will have my memories. And... I always have Capri with you guys." I sat next to Remy, poured the orange juice, and wished I had vodka in front of me. Damn... I was becoming my mom already.

"Oh... Jacqueline, you're going to make me cry aren't you?" Remy hugged me, tightly, his hand cradled my head as he kissed my cheek.

"You're like the best sister I've ever had. This... this feels like sending you off in front of the firing squad."

I chuckled at his thought but didn't correct him. Instead, I start drinking the orange juice, hoping it'll give me the strength to get through the day. Though I know in a couple of hours I'll need alcohol, the stronger the better. "You can always come and visit? I think Clement will let Ghazi in, the man is obsessed with money and royalties. Your man can pass as a foreign prince, he has that look."

"He does," Remy paused to think about his man dreamily, "and we will visit, but still... I think you should consider this, again."

"Remy, it's not that bad," I said to him while I was still trying to convince myself. I would be leaving the twins and my heart was squeezing in pain, my chest hurts. I was breaking on the inside and before long my tears were falling for them. Remy hugged me as I breakdown and sobbed so hard in his arms.

My Remy convinced me to eat breakfast since I barely touched dinner last night. I did try to eat the buttery pastry but then gave up when my stomach rumbled as I felt nausea. The next thing I know, I ran to the bathroom and throw up my juice and the bits of pastry.

"I can do this..." I sobbed again in his arms, though my feeling stated the opposite of my words. I missed Grady and Percy, I thought I had dried my tears but my eyes felt hot and my body felt a bit feverish when Remy decided to cradle me on the bathroom floor.

"Oh, Jacqueline... I wished I had my phone with me. I'm sure Ghazi will come for us and fly us away from all these people." He kissed my hair, rubbed my arm then helped me up from the floor.

"Come on why don't you lay down for a while, they can all wait for you. I don't think you'll be able to walk out of your room in your condition." Remy was right, I noticed my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I looked pale, my eyes were puffy, and my hair was a mess.

"Why don't you lay down and I'll prepare you a nice warm bath. I'll wash your hair, we'll spend hours before you have to go downstairs and do what you need to do." He paused to caress my hair. "The thing which I still don't approve of." Remy helped me to the bed then sauntered back to the bathroom and I heard the faucet as he let water into the bathtub. "I'm prolonging your execution while thinking of a brilliant plan to get us out of here." But then Remy sighed when he looked out of my window and saw the vast manicured garden surrounding my dad's family chateau. "I need to steal a getaway car. My legs won't make that long run across the yard, damn woman, your yard is like a whole damn city park." I smiled at him, I was glad that he was there to keep me company and worried less.

"It's an old house, we're not in the city, the land is all there is here," I explained while letting him lay me down on my bed and I closed my eyes, hoping that I would drift off to sleep. Even just for a couple of minutes. But as soon as my head touches my pillows my nausea hits and I hurried back to the bathroom.

"Maybe I should stay here and wait for my bath," I muttered, feeling exhausted, wanting the day to end already.

"Oh, honey, stay, I got you." Remy kissed my hair again and kept on holding me. "You will get through this."

I wished I could. Maybe I would when I hadn't met the twins. After them, I wanted my impossible future with them. They loved me, they said so.

But where are they?