The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride - S01 E01

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The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride - S01 E01

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Three months ago

Elena's POV

"Go home miss, Mr. Pallis won't see you," the intimidating bulky looking gate guard, wearing a dark uniform and peaked cap, said to me again. There was no sympathy in his expression as he looked down at me.

Almost everyday, for the last five days, I had been waiting for long hours, standing outside the huge iron gate of the Pallis mansion, regardless of the weather. I was hungry, thirsty, shivering from the cold, but I bear them all. My fighting spirit was so strong that I overpowered the fatigue that overwhelmed me.

"Please, I need to see my grandfather. This is a matter between life and death," I was like a broken record, pleading to him the same thing everyday.

He sighed looking irritated, "the master said he doesn't know you."

"How can he not? I'm his granddaughter," I insisted, though I said it too many times to him already, "my mother is his only child."

"Which he doesn't acknowledge," he stepped forward, trying to intimidate me, "go home now. He ordered us to get rid of you. We have no choice but to use force, if you won't leave."

My lips tightened in anger.

My grandfather, the aristocratic wealthy Constantine Pallis, callously disowned my mother, Celine, because she fell in love with Dad, who happened to be her driver/bodyguard. He cut all his connection with her when she eloped with Dad.

Unfortunately, Dad died before he could marry mom. He had a car accident on the eve of their wedding and died on the spot.

Mom was left pregnant. Being young, at nineteen, she did not know where to go. She was used to a sheltered life, pampered like a princess and protected like a precious gem. She had no choice but to reach out to Grandpa and begged for his forgiveness. But she failed. He refused to accept her as his daughter again.

For the past twenty three years, she kept on sending him a greeting card on his birthday, to let him know that he was always in her thoughts. But still, he never forgave her.

Despite everything, Mom never wanted me to hate him. I grew up hopeful that someday our family would reunite again, until the time I turned eighteen.

He went to our school as an invited guest, to give an inspirational speech to the incoming high school graduates. I was ecstatic, and proudly told my classmates that he was my grandfather.

"Wow, so you're his heiress!"

Some believed me and were quite impressed. But there were others who raised their eyebrows thinking that I was delusional.

"I don't believe you're related to him. You can't even buy a new pair of shoes," Rita, the meanest girl in high school looked down at my feet, "you've been wearing those since when, three years ago?"

She and her two besties laughed at me, including some students who heard us.

My face flushed so red, but I told myself 'I'm a strong girl,' I lifted my chin up, "believe what you like. We have the same surname, Pallis, right? That's enough proof."

"My dear, I have the same surname as the King of England," Rita said loudly, and everyone laughed.

I intended to prove to everyone that I was telling the truth.

When grandpa finished his speech, I went to him, and with a bright happy smile, I introduced myself to him as his granddaughter.

I remembered vividly how his smile dissolved and looked at me oddly. I only realized later on that it was hate and anger that I saw on his face.