One thing I noticed about the media houses in the United States of America since I became a well-known and affluent person is that you could still be on air, answering questions from the interviewer, but newspaper companies, magazines, blogs, and social media handlers have already published written documents about you. If care is not taken, they could even be sold out before you come out of the TV station.Funny right? but that's just the case around here and honestly it's a shock to most people.That was not a surprise to me, though. I just smirked when Robert walked in and brought me two of the newspapers out of the many that were published just a minute ago. Just like my late uncle said, my name trending on the internet is a great thing because it means more money for me.*Scoff*Checking out the first newspaper Robert brought for me, I saw Tyler’s face, his mother’s face, and his siblings' faces on the front page. The caption was:“Do These Family Members Know What They Are Saying
Just as I knew he would, Robert came to me, bowed, and informed me about a visitor waiting for me in the 'visitor’s meet.' According to Robert, the visitor was a reporter.This made me smirk like a cat because I knew Tyler was about to face a daunting challenge. He was about to experience the most terrible ordeal ever, like a mouse caught in a lion's den. If you know what I mean,.Slowly but deliberately, I put on a nice blouse and jeans, like an artist carefully selecting their brushstrokes. It was my home, after all, and I could dress informally, right? I also wore a hat that perfectly suited my outfit and an expensive wristwatch on my wrist, like a finishing touch on a masterpiece.Walking out of my grand room and down my grand stairs, I eventually arrived at the 'visitor’s meet.' As soon as I arrived, I saw the reporter rise to his feet and bow to me immediately, like a subject greeting their queen.I was definitely a person of value. No one would see me and not give me my due res
We were soon done with the questions and answers, and I watched how Reporter King devoured his meal. If I said I didn’t like how he emptied his plate and swallowed everything into his stomach, I would be lying.I watched him rise to his feet, bow to me, and be escorted out of the mansion.I smiled silently to myself with my legs crossed, like the boss I was. Then, immediately, I began to envision how everything would happen on this day.In my imagination, I saw the audience in the church clapping their hands as I walked in, wearing a white wedding gown with a veil covering my face.I saw cameramen and women taking sporadic pictures of me as I walked elegantly and stylishly, just like the beautiful Celine Dion walking to receive her award on stage.I saw myself finally climbing the altar and standing before the priest, where Tyler was looking at me, his eyes gracefully watching me. He couldn’t wait for my beautiful name to be changed back to his.Then, I saw the priest asking us to say
Tyler, ever since his recent interview, has been granting interview after interview like a relentless torrent, flooding the media with his presence. He has made himself a kind of celebrity that people want to hear from and is gaining popularity everywhere.But only if he was indeed a celeb. He was more of a laughter stock, which would make the mockery company rake in more profit than ever before.LolThis is, of course, an obvious sign that he is an opportunist. He cannot hide his lust for my money, as if it were a stripper dancing naked and shaking its curvy buttocks at him....While watching television, I saw that Tyler had granted an interview with a television channel called AM News.AM News, short for American Morning News, was a television channel that gained popularity in the 1980s. It was the channel that announced the first richest woman in the country in that century, and since then, people have trusted their news to be authentic.However, since 2002, AM News has been losin
Knowing fully that his face was what was showing boldly on the TV screen right now, Tyler immediately crafted a smile on his face again. His eyes blinked. And thus, I smiled.I knew that look. I recognized it like I recognized the back of my hand, only that I was a fool back then.This reminded me of whenever Tyler told me he was not coming home for the night but would come in the morning because he had a meeting. Whenever he arrived in the morning and I asked how the meeting was, he said that blinking was what he’d do before he’d answer.Stupid me, I always thought the blinking was meaningless. I did not know it was an unconscious act of Tyler whenever he was about to lie. But now, I am really glad I know better.“If Matriarch Alessandra lost all her wealth tomorrow, I would still be by her side. I would love and cherish her because this is genuine love, not lust for her money. And in fact, they say, two heads are better than one. We are meant to help each other rise, not suck each ot
While the interview was ongoing, Robert came to me, bowed, and handed me a newspaper as he said, “Ma’am, this newspaper was just released into the market barely 20 minutes ago, and I thought you should see this.”When he handed it to me and said this, I immediately scanned the words on the newspaper, and what I saw at that moment amused me.“Mr. Harrington claimed he did not abuse his ex-wife; his neighbor disagreed.” At the top of this caption, I saw a picture of Tyler wearing the big coat, shoes, and trousers, just as he was dressed in this interview with AM News.Immediately after reading the caption, I smirked and took a gentle sip of my wine. Then I began to read the rest of the newspaper.“Today, Mr. Harrington was seen in an interview session with AM News and has been saying a lot of things, including that he wanted the matters from his previous marriage to remain a secret. However, he plans to marry the same woman he divorced. Isn’t this odd?While Mr. Harrington was speaking,
I was still sleeping on my luxurious bed when my phone continuously began to sound like an alarm set to wake me up at 5 am. With my peaceful mind and heavy eyes, I stretched out my hand to the mahogany stool near my bed and picked up my cell phone.Immediately as I picked it up, I saw several email notifications on my phone, and if I were to count correctly, it was around eighteen to twenty email notifications.To me, as important as my status was in society, emails were very crucial. They were the place I received my official meeting invitations and updates on every other project I laid my hands on.But if I told you the email notifications I received were invitations to an organization, or to speak at a conference, or for any other project I was handling or contributing to, it would be a lie.These emails were responses to the invitations my assistant had sent while I was asleep. Starting from the bottom, I began to read the first email:“Hello Matriarch Alessandra, I hope this email
Matriarch Alessandra's POVFinally, it was the day of reckoning, the day the world would hear a crawl louder than the Catholic bell, and the day it was going to rain fire on the surface of the earth.I rose from bed like the witch of Samaritan, who was going to make everyone who made her ordinary life miserable pay for their sins. I walked into the bath, slid into the bathtub, and sipped my drink from a wine cup, even while soaking like the cool and confident rich woman that I was.Once I finished my luxurious bath, I was still in towels when Robert knocked gently on the door."Let them come in," I said softly. With that, a group of girls proceeded into my room, each wearing a white garment and carrying a tray like servants willing to serve their mistress.These were beautiful ladies with a rare occupation. Under my orders, they had been tasked with dressing me for this beautiful and horrific day that was about to unfold before everyone present.I smirked gently as I watched each gemst