Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Delia’s father

I was in debt now after everything I had done to pay off those stupid taxes which I had not even managed to finish. I had also managed to get the charges dropped but in the end I had lost all my properties and even the shares in my company.

This hurt me so bad all I could do was cry myself everytime I had the chance to do so. What was going on? How could this have happened to me?

Ever since that rumor about my tax evasion happened, I had not been seen the same way again as everyone had seen me as a disgrace and an embarrassment. My ego had run into the ground.

I was mad at this. Asher could have protected me. He was my in-law for crying out loud. How could he leave me to the wolves?

The highest he could do was leave me on bail. What was that going to do? I was poor, all my properties were gone and I didn’t know where to start.

Even my mates didn’t respect me anymore and these stupid guards had looked down on me while I entered Asher’s home.

“Fuck!” I yelled out loud just as someone came out of the house and it turned out to be that bitch Zendaya.

She had a smug look on her face. She was a whore. A cheap, lying, dirty, scandalous witch. If I had my way I would kill her off.

She had entered our lives to take over what my daughter had built with the president but I would not allow that.

She even had the audacity to have me thrown by security the last time. Seeing her here brought a little fear into my body as I didn’t know if she would decide to throw me out or leave me be.

There was only one way to find out, I was going to engage with her.

“You stupid witch,” I said in anger. “You think you can come in here and take over from my daughter? She is the First Lady. What are you?”

“I was Asher’s first wife,” she said with a calm I hated. “I also have three of his babies. What does your daughter have again besides taking over from where I left and having no children?”

“How dare you?!” I growled. “I will have you thrown out of here in no time.”

“I would like that but going through your data on how many taxes you’ve evaded over the years makes me wonder how many companies you’ve ripped off. Also, should I have given the press that information too?”

That was when it hit me. She was the one who had released that information. How could she have known? I covered my tracks so well that no one could have seen it.

“You dirty…” I rushed to have her strangled as a guard stepped in, pushing me away.

She had been the source of my life being ruined. This was all her fault. I had lost everything because of her.

She had to pay with her life.

“Get him out of here,” she ordered the guards around the house. “And don’t let him back in this house ever again!”

The guards grabbed my arm as I struggled against their strong hands.

I was powerless against him. All I could do was watch as the house got farther and farther from me before I was thrown out of the compound.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

The guards stood in front of the gate with their arms crossed.

“Keep it moving sir,” a guard said, his deep voice growing menacingly.

There was no need to engage with them. I would lose.

While walking home since my car had also been taken away, I had my phone buzzing by the credit card companies calling me.

“Hello,” I picked the call.

“Hello sir, your black card status has been declined and all expenses made on the account have been paused. Do pay for all the expenses you put on the items through another means, thank you.”

The call went off as I growled and punched the fence in anger.

That little bitch had ruined my life. This was all her fault. She was going to pay for it.

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Delia’s POV

“You!” I yelled to an attendant. “Come here.”

He walked to me with a smile on his face.

“Wipe that smile off your face,” I said before pointing to the most expensive item on the rack. It was in a league of its own and since I had seen it on television, I wanted it. “How much is that?”

“That is worth a million ma’am,” he said with wide eyes. “But that one there is an art piece. It’s not part of the clot…”

I grabbed his collar. “You will call the manager for me this instant or you will pay with your worthless life. Do you hear me?”

He nodded and rushed off to get the manager who sold it to me for the price I wanted.

I went around the store getting more things that I wanted and when I was done, I excitedly headed for the cashier.

They were going to know who I was. I was done with my shopping anyway.

It would not be bad to spend my time going over the items I had bought with the entire store staring at me.

I loved the attention.

I gave my credit which she swiped hurriedly after seeing it was a black card.

It beeped weird as she looked at me.

“What is it?” I asked. “Is your machine broken?”

“It’s… declined ma’am,” she said as I raised a brow.

“Excuse me?” That had never happened to me before. This was the first time my card was being declined. “What do you even mean?”

The woman tried again just as I saw the male assistant smirking with pride. He loved the way I was panicking. This was bad for me, I sighed.

“Try the card again.”