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Chase POV
~earlier today ~
I dreadfully drove through the gate of my father’s villa. Every other sim will be happy to be returning home after such an award of honor but not me. Although this week, my name has been on everyone’s lips in the whole country. Singing praises to me. Well everyone except my dad. My dad is supposed to be my support but unfortunately for me, it is quite the opposite.
Earlier this week, I won the award for the world's best model of the decade. The award has brought glory to my country because it's been forty year since someone from America won that award. Everyone is extremely happy about it and like I said earlier, except my dad. He had never for once congratulated me for any of my success.
My dad owns a very big company and also the biggest mafia organization in New York. He had accepted both my elder and I to come and work at the company or join the mafia organization as soon as we became of age. But to his disappointment, I refused and became a model instead. I am very much sure that if not because mom, dad would have disowned me a long time ago. He tried all he could do to frustrate my plans of being an actor but he wasn’t able to succeed. I just hope he is not at home because I don’t want him to spoil my mood. I don’t even know what dad's brother is. Xander, my elder brother, is already working as the CEO and also as the don of the mafia organization. That should be enough for dad.
“Hello young master! Welcome!” The guard on duty rushed and greeted me.
“How are you?”. I exchange pleasantries with him.
“I am a fine young master. Congratulations on the award.!” He happily told me the words I usually wish to hear from my dad. I bid goodbye to the guard and headed for the building.
“Hello!”. I shouted as soon as I entered the door. I am very exhausted. I intended to go to my house directly from the airport but mom called me and asked me to come over. I actually didn’t wish to but I had no voice because she sounded very eager to see me. As opposed to dad, mom is one of my biggest fans out there. She has always supported me since I told her that I want to be a model. She had taken me to my auctions when I was little. I actually started modeling when I was a teenager. When I started, I didn’t actually know what I wanted but I do know that I love taking pictures and the spotlight I am getting. I also act in some movies, mostly action and superhero movies.
“My hero!”. Mom screams as she runs down the stairs. She lunch herself fully at me and hugged me tight.
“I am so proud of you, my hero!”. Mom whispered into my ear and I hugged her tight and smiled. I don’t care if no one else supports me for as long as my mother has my back.
“Thank you mom. I won’t have done it without you!.” I honestly told her.
“Whatever makes you happy. It wants what I want. That’s what every mother wants for her children!.” Mom responded.
“Where is Claire?”. I ask after my crazy younger sister.
“She is in the garden.” Mom responded.
“World one number model!”. My brother Xander hails me; he appears from god knows where.
“ fancy seeing you at home at this time of the day. I thought you would still be in the office by now Mr Workaholic.” I asked him as we did a bro hug.
“Well, I am supposed to, but I wanted to be here when the family congratulates you. Who knows, maybe I need to book an appointment with your managers before I see you next time.” Xander teased me. Before I could reply to him, I heard a familiar voice speak from behind me. It is him. Lucas Cage.
"You guys should stop praising him so much"
I felt my heart sink just by hearing his voice.
“ You guys are the reason he will never understand that the Cage family are meant to be entertaining and not the other way round." Father cussed out.
"Mr Cage, when will you understand that this is my dream? My passion? Modeling is everything to me." I Could feel tears burning behind my eyes. He made it clear that as long as I am still a model, I shouldn't call him dad. Because according to him, a model is not worthy to be his son. Although it breaks my heart, his wish is my command.
"I will never do that Chase Cage" He began walking towards me,"You should be working in the company with me and Xander or you can simply work in the mafia organization like a man but instead you are doing a woman’s job..."
"That can't happen.I hate suits and sitting around just signing the stupid lies. It's so boring. And all the blood shedding and killing are not for me too!"I pointed out.
"Do you know that's what fed you, educated you, gave you the luxurious life you have?"
He began yelling, coming closer and closer towards me. We were now nose to nose “Mr Cage, I think you will never understand me. No point of arguing with you." I said calmly and swirled around to face my mother and Xander.
“Sorry, but I don’t think I can stay here anymore!.”
All my mom did was nod. It's like she read the disappointment on my face.I kissed both her and Xander and walked past Father. I shook my head.
"Do I come with you Chase?" Xander asked but shook my head. "I need time alone Xander, I will call you later."I faked a smile.
When I walked out of the mansion, I found my sister talking to the gardener.
"Chase ?" She exclaimed and ran towards me and hugged me.
“Hey kiddo!”. I hugged her back and ran my hand against her hair.
“Don’t call me kiddo! I am a lady. And don’t do that to a ladies hair.” She murmured. I let out a laugh. I really do miss her.
“Alright lady!”. I saluted her.
“I am going to let that pass because I happy that you won the award. I can't go and brag to my friends that my brother is the model of the decade!”. Claire giggle.
“Anyway, does it look like you are leaving?”. Claire asked me.
“That is because I am leaving!”. I stated.
“Let me guess, you have a fall out with dad again?”. Claire asks and I nod in confirmation.
“O Chase! Everything is going to be alright.” Claire hugged me tight.
“Sure. I brought you what you asked for. It’s inside the house.” I said to Claire and bid her goodbye.
I got into my car and leaned back on the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly. I closed my eyes and bit my tongue so hard not to scream as his words since I was fifteen began playing in a slow motion mode in my mind. The insults, discouragements, the slaps and the night almost slept outside since I got home late from a photo shoot.
The pain was raw, I couldn't breath, I felt choked up with sobs. I hate feeling intimidated and inferior in front of Mr Cage the great. I can't believe I act as a superhero that saves the whole world but I can’t save myself from my own personal villain. What an irony of life.
I really need a strong drink.