Falling For The Billionaire Heir

Debbie drove up her parents’ driveway on Thursday evening for the usual family bi-weekly Thursday dinner. She felt listless and drained more than ever.

She would have loved to just go home, have a soak in her bathtub and sleep off right after. But she knew none of her family members would understand. More so, she missed the last two dinner Thursdays. So, here she was.

She exited her car and walked up to the large front door. She pressed the ball and a uniformed house staff opened the door for her.

“Good evening Miss. Debbie,” Gabriel greeted with a slight bow. “Good evening Gabriel. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Miss. Debbie,” he shut the door. “Your mom is in the kitchen with Amelia.”

“Oh, okay.” She dropped her purse on one of the side tables and headed to the kitchen. Her mom was towering over the stove, stirring the content of a big pot when she walked into the kitchen.

Though Amelia, the chef and her assistant were in charge of cooking for the family, Debbie’s mom usually supervises whenever she feels like.

“Look who we have here,” her mom said brightly, happy to see her daughter after two weeks, though they talk on the phone almost every day. “Come, come and take Mama’s hug.”

She walked into her mother’s embrace. They both patted each other on the back.

“It’s good to see you,” her mom said and gave her daughter a once over. “I hope all is well? You look dull.”

“I’m fine, mom,” she moved to the fridge. “I’m just tired.”

“The weekend is almost here,” she rubbed Debbie’s shoulder. “You should have some rest.”

“Yea,” she picked a small bottle of water and closed the fridge back. “I will do that.”

“How is Jacey?” She turned down the heat under the pot. “Is he coming?”

“No, mom,” she turned her back so her mother would not see her face. “He’s busy with work.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Let me say hi today upstairs,” she dumped the empty bottle of water in the trash can. “I didn’t see him today in the office.”

“He’s in his study,” her mom said while she washed her hands at the sink. “Your brother will be here soon.”

Harper, her only sibling, also worked with their father. He’s nine years older than Debbie and he was the Director of Communication, while Debbie was a Project Manager.

Debbie walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs to her father’s study. By the time she and her dad came downstairs, Harper, her elder brother, and his family had arrived.

“It’s good to see that you are here today,” Harper said as they all took their seats around the dining table.

“Is everything okay?” Daisy, her brother’s wife, asked with concern written all over her face. “You look dull.”

“I’m okay,” Debbie managed to smile. “I have just been busy.”

“Please, take some rest,” Daisy said. “I will,” Debbie assured and picked up a serving spoon. She dishes out just a little food for herself.

“I thought Jacey will come with you,” Harper said. “How is he?”

“He’s fine,” Debbie said in between chewing her food and trying to avoid her brother’s eyes.

“I think you people should start talking about marriage already,” Harper added one chicken thigh to his plate. “At least now it’s clear you can’t have Colin.”

“Stop talking like that,” Daisy reprimanded her husband. “It’s not fair.

Debbie looked at her brother with disdain. He was always insensitive to her. Sometimes she wondered if blood truly connected them.

“I saw Colin’s mom yesterday.” Their mother set her cutlery down. “She told me they had already gone to see the Reverend.”

“Jacey is a nice boy,” their father chipped in. “You two are going to make a delightful couple.”

Debbie swallowed the food in her mouth.

“You just wasted your time on Colin,” he cut off a piece of chicken and popped it into his mouth. “I warned you, you wouldn’t listen. He chewed his chicken. “And to think he had always made it clear to you he doesn’t want you in that way.”

“Let’s forget about that,” their mom said as she buttered her piece of bread. “Now she has put her heart on Jacey. They only need to hurry about getting married.

“Enough everybody!” Debbie set the glass of water with a bang on the table. “I broke up with Jacey yesterday.”

There was a momentary silence on the table.

“Darling, why did you do that?” Their mother asked.

“You did what?” Harper set his cutlery against his plate. “What is wrong with you?”

“Stop it!” Debbie stood up and pushed the chair back. “Stop talking to me as if I am your puppet, Harper.” She shot back at her brother.

“It’s okay, princess,” their father said. “No dad, it’s not,” she placed her hand on the edge of the dining table and faced her brother, “look here Mister, you are only lucky you have it all together. Don’t think you are smart.”

“Don’t talk to me like that! Harper stood up. “What has come over you? I am your elder brother. I won’t have you talk to me like that!”

“What is wrong with the two of you?” their dad cautioned them from the head of the table. “The two of you should settle down and talk this over.

Harper and Debbie didn’t listen to their father. They continued yelling at each other.

“Then behave like one!” She banged her hand on the table. “Be kind to me like a big brother would. Stop talking down on me!”

With that, she pushed the chair away and walked out on her family members. She didn’t answer, as her parents called her back.

Tears streamed down her face as she ran outside. Her parents and Daisy ran after her, calling her to wait, but she didn’t answer anyone.

“What in God’s name just happened, Harper?” Their father, who was now infuriated, asked. “Why can’t you guide your utterances? What is your problem?”

“Didn’t you hear everything she said to me?”

“I was there,” he shouted back at his son. You started it all!”