DIEGO’S POINT OF VIEW
It’s been a long time since I have been out here in the country, how old was I when I was first here? Eleven? Twelve? I don’t know but I am sure it was one of those ages. We had always seen my brother Dester as our brother, our older brother not our step-older brother so when we found out about his mother we were indeed shocked.
I feel like we kinda always suspected that he wasn’t fully our brother, I mean he did not completely look like us, I mean sure he had the signature Fernandez’s nose and emerald green eyes, and he also shared some of the other features that we had but he was also different in some ways, some undeniable ways. He did not tan like we did, he was way whiter we called him a ghost sometimes when we wanted to get on his nerves which was very hard to do since he was the kindest person, the kindest person I have ever known.
We found out that Dester has a different mother, that he wasn’t our mother’s son when his own mother came back into the picture.
Sophia Islavia, the second child of the then king of Islanvic, the sister to the now queen of Islanvic, Queen Isla Islavia, my aunty who isn’t technically my aunt but is my aunt since she is Dester’s aunt and I like to think of him as my brother forgetting the step part.
We got to the airport, my driver and I, only a few people know about my relationship with the Queen of Islanvic and her daughter, my cousin Leilani.
Ahh Lani, she was just about twelve years old the last time I was here, that was after my brother died and the whole house became a crossfire. I don’t remember most of what happened because of my accident but I remember the tension that used to feel the air, I remember how it felt, it always felt like we (Damian and I) had to walk around egg shells around my mother. She loved Dester in a way that she never loved the both of us, I think she liked Damian more than she did me, I was her least favorite but I did not care, I still do not care she was nothing but a weak trophy wife anyway.
The last time I saw her was the night I killed that bastard I used to call father. I still remember her word, I remember her eyes, if looks could kill she would have killed me there and then.
I was going to forgive her of all those years she spent constantly picking my father over me not because she loved him or cared about being his wife, far from it, she chose him over me over all her children constantly because she knew that without him, without my father the heartless Raphael Fernandez she would be nothing and she liked her status in society too much to let it go.
I do not miss my mother, that Stephanie Fernandez was never a mother to me, she was nothing more than a major inconvenience in my life, I’m glad she’s gone…dead or not I never want to see her again.
“Diego!!!” Leilani squealed as she literally bolted out of the royal ride and into my arms. I hugged her close, my cousin, more like my baby sister. I remember spending all my time being protective towards her, I never had a sister so when I found out that I had a cousin was a game changer for me.
Leilani! My favorite sibling… after Dester.
“Oh my gosh, you have grown so much!” I exclaimed. She has really grown so much, she looks nothing like that giggling twelve ocean who had the walls of her entire room covered in Justin Bieber’s face, that kind cute twelve year old who freaked out when she got her first pimple.
“No! No! No! Now Justin is never going to ask me to the dance.” Leilani had screamed as she surveyed her face in the mirror, with a frown on her face as she poked at the pimple. The Justin she meant was not Justin Bieber of course, the was Justin Omaya the Governor’s son, they went to school together, he was the hottest guy in her school because of two reasons first; he is/was the governor’s son (duh) secondly he was actually hot (according to Leilani and her other squeaky friends), however the only or major reason why Leilani like this Justin was because of his name ‘Justin’ if she couldn’t have the Bieber boy than she did not mind having the next best thing.
Well that squeaky delusional teenage cousin of mine is gone and in her place is his absolutely stunning woman, I hope this prime minister’s son knows how lucky he is, if he doesn’t I’ll just have to show him through some fist work.
I held Leilani at arms let so that I can study her face, beautiful just beautiful.
“Okay, let’s go to the palace. I have a meeting in approximately one hour.” I turned to see my aunt Isla. I looked away from her, she is still the same. She still has that hot flirty seduction gaze, the type that can make any man do whatever she pleases, including me.
She was the actress in many of the wet dreams I had when I was young after all she was the one who took my virginity, it was a long time coming and when it finally happened it ruined everything.
“Oh Diego thank you for coming.” Aunt Isla said taking me into her arm in a hug. I tried to keep my cock from responding to her touch. Tried and failed after all these years.
I moved away from her and cleared my throat.
“I’m glad to be here.” I replied. I was not glad to be here, I would much rather be away from here, I would much rather be far away from Aunt Isla and her sizzling hot sexy body. She is the only woman that has somehow managed to make me feel weak and I hate it.
“Let’s ride together Diego.” Leilani squealed and pull me into one of the limousines. Aunt Isla got into one of the other ones and the remaining three SUV trailed us.
“Cousin now that you are here maybe you can somehow convince mom not to force me to
marry that stupid prime minister’s son. Sometimes I wish I could just marry you instead.” Leilani said. What bugged me is the fact that when she said the second part she did not seem to be joking nevertheless I chuckled because she has to be joking.
We drove for sometime about thirty minutes, the palace is just how I remember it with just a few renovations. I stared at the imposing statue of the royal of the royal family, Isla, Leilani and the king, the family.
The car rode through the long garden which had beautiful flowers by the side of the concrete driveway, this long garden continued for like ten minutes before we got to the second gate of the palace, this is were the queen hosts foreign emissaries. Then the third gate where royal functions are held then finally the main palace.
The two queen’s guards carried my things to my room, I went into my room, ready to just get rid of everyone else and just be alone with my thoughts. It’s sad how most of those thoughts are completely made up of thoughts about Valentina, about her smile and her tears, about how much I wish she would be with me at this very moment.
I have tried to tell myself countless times that this love, this longing I feel for her is something I shouldn’t feel, a taboo, the only thing I should feel for that bitch is hatred and anger.
I should hate her, I really should hate her but I can’t stop my heart from loving her, ughh I hate myself, I hope Valentina is suffering wherever she is just like I am suffering right now, just like how I am suffering because of how much I miss her.
I heard a knock on my door.
I opened without asking who it is because I know who it is aunt Isla, I know how she knocks.
I opened up the door to let her in. She had on her night gown, the moon is already out. The night gown was a bit exposed, I tried to focus on her face instead.
“I need your help Diego. I need you to have sex with your cousin Leilani, that is the major reason I called you here.” Aunt Isla said and I gasped in utter shock…