Birthmark

The downpour had come to a drizzle as the sun sluggishly took its rightful position in the dull sky. 

That morning he wasn't awoken by the melodious voice of Tessa nor by the sweet morning kiss but something entirely else. 

“My fucking gosh! They're here!”

A shriek - one that could annoyingly snap a hibernating bear from slumber penetrated his ears, and a groan escaped his lips.

That morning, as Tony parted his eyes, he didn't behold a set table filled with numerous mouthwatering breakfast meals but a frowning Mary. 

She stood right in front of him, akimbo, with displeasure boldly written on her face. 

“Mary, good morning.” His voice came out huskily while sitting upright on the bed. 

Gradually, sleepiness left his system and hunger took that place as his stomach growled lightly. 

“Uh… You've made breakfast, right?” Tony stood up and since he was slightly taller than her, he towered over Mary. 

“Breakfast? Don't start shit with me!” Her tone was borderline impolite before walking towards the single wardrobe in the crapped room. 

There, Mary began rampaging through its content but grew immensely irritated at the realization that all the clothing there was…. Cheap. 

None seemed classy, and the sole ones that did belong to Tony. 

“Did that stupid bitch buy these beauties for you, but can't buy anything presentable for herself? How idiotic!”

Mary laughed mockingly at the thought of Tessa being so madly in love with Tony. 

She truly did spend everything and anything on him, huh?

“Stupid” Mary, smirking, settled for a hoodie — one that belonged to her lover, and was costly. 

“Don't stand there like some fucking fool, babe. Why don't you go downstairs and prepare something for me?”

“The fuck!” Tony arched an eyebrow, confused — he always knew her attitude was downright bitchy, but to this extent. 

Could he condone such bullshit?

She was already heading for the tiny bathroom but halted to glare at him. 

“I said make breakfast for me. Or do you expect your pregnant wife to stress? — you're so heartless, even to your child!” Mary sounded so dramatic and wordless, he walked out of the room.  

“Thanks, babe!”

Like a vile witch, she chuckled and then went into the bathroom. 

There, she undressed herself, since there wasn't enough time to bathe and perform her morning essentials. 

The chauffeur of the Williams family mansion was here. Yes — today, Tony Williams was returning to his family, and she, his pregnant girlfriend, would ultimately become part of the family. 

“Oh! To be a daughter-in-law of the famous Williams family — how overwhelming!”

★

“Greetings Young Master, and Miss.” The chauffeur holding onto the opened door of the posh limousine uttered decorously with his head bowed. 

The rate at which light rain droplets fell from the sky had lessened drastically, yet Mary was enraged. 

“I can tell your brain's filled with shit unless you'd know it's only sane of you to bring an umbrella!” Her yell was quite raucous, and the aged chauffeur could tell that she was a total bitch. 

“Forgive me, Miss.”

“Oh, shove it up your fucking asshole!” Mary rolled her eyes and then slid into the car and Tony, who acted oblivious to everything, did the same. 

Shortly after the door was locked, the limo's engine was ignited and as the wheels began rolling out of the neighborhood, Mary beamed in excitement. 

However, those hazel brown eyes of hers glanced once more at the apartment. 

The one Tony and that bitch lived in, and an evil grin crept on her lips. 

“Babe, I love you so much. For picking me over that dimwitted whore!” She slid her arm into his, then placed her head on his shoulder. 

“I love you too. That bimbo ain't shit compared to you” Tony responded, then kissed her sweetly on the head. 

About half an hour went by yet the limo was still rolling through the beautiful streets — with due time they were going to arrive at the W Estate.

An otherworldly estate that housed only the richest beings imaginable and though Tony's father, Mr. Roger, shared greatly in the Williams wealth, his junior brother was the true billionaire. 

He was rarely seen, and Tony himself had never encountered his dastardly rich uncle. 

“My gosh! Is… is that a ballet center?” Mary, who now sat close to the rolled-down glass windows, squealed like a kid. 

The drizzle had come to an end, and she kept gaping as the car drove by. 

Tony snuck a glance and at the sight of a gigantic yet glamorously designed building became disinterested. 

“It is Miss.” The chauffeur answered her question, yet Mary's eyes were fixated on it. 

“I've… I've always wanted to be a ballet dancer. It's my dream!” Mary gushed dreamily and Tony went closer. 

He kissed her cheek and she turned to him fully. 

“Then why don't we enroll you in the classes after we've settled down?”

★

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“A-Angel?”

Their eyes were locked in a long stare — one that he never wanted to break. 

Doreen was an excellent being when it came to reading one's emotions, and currently, the beauty entangled in his sheets wasn't… Confused. 

She was shocked — there wasn't a glint of perplexity in those mesmerizing blue eyes of hers, but… panic and surprise. 

The precise emotions of one guilty of something or an offense would have. 

“Yes, the Gracious Angel; the greatest ballet dancer that suddenly went missing”

Tessa wished desperately to control her feelings yet failed — her heart pounded aggressively fast in her chest after he made such an utterance. 

“Your birthmark is similar to hers”

Effortlessly, Doreen got her gasping as his slender fingers once again caressed that spot on her waist. 

She had a rather uniquely shaped birthmark there, yet it was rarely seen — she kept it that way even from Tony for a reason. 

“I… I don't know what the fuck you're referring to!” Tessa seemingly came back to her senses abruptly, and she rolled out of the large bed.