Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

Disgustingly Rich

Athena's Pov

“Is that? Oh my God!” I gasp as I kept looking at the beauty in front of me.

She's too pretty to take my eyes off. And it hurts to see her with assholes like them.

“Grandpa,” I whisper to him. “Tell me I'm not dreaming.”

“Ouch!” I cry out when he pinch my arm. “That hurts.” He laughs in return.

“What happened now?” He knows I overreact to everything so it isn't a surprise to him that I've lost my mind over something again.

“That car,” I say, completely awestruck by it. “It's the newest model of Bugatti, it hasn't even hit the market yet. And the paint job, I bet it's custom. And did you notice the number plate on it? These people are disgustingly rich, grandpa.” I tell him dramatically, keeping my voice low so nobody hears us.

“I know.” He shakes his head.

He doesn't like how much money and material things charm me. This same allure ruined his sons. It made them into who they are today. Selfish but content with their life.

I don't know what I expected them to look like but who they are was not on my mind.

They looked…. well.

They looked like all these years without grandpa —without me— didn't affect any part of them.

They were all dressed in the best possible jeans and jackets with their hair well kept and face lacking any sign of distress.

They looked so satisfied with where they were. They had the life they always wanted. The life that they got after abandoning an unborn child.

But I don't care what they did or how happy they are now. They don't matter to me. Their existence doesn't make any difference in my life.
 
“We'll go in that one.” Grandpa tells Zyphre.

He looks back at him as if he knows why grandpa picked the sexy car. The other two simply ignored the scene and went to sit in a jeep with men who I'm assuming are their bodyguards.

It's obvious why men this rich would have protection but it seems to be a little too much. There's more than fifteen cars which I'm assuming atleast consist of four men each.

Maybe they had more security come in because grandpa was attacked. I expected them to bring the police but I’m glad that atleast they didn't skip on the paramedics.

“The one driving us is Zyphre, right? Which one is Ares and Hades?” I ask grandpa when Zyphre goes to sit in the driver seat.

“The guy with a ponytail is Ares, the other one is Hades.” He replies as we walk to the car.

Since he was shot in the shoulder, walking on his own doesn't seem to be a lot of trouble which is why he refused any help from the trio.

My jaw drops as I open the car door. The matt black leather seats begged me to sit on it and I didn't waste any time before hopping inside.

I was putting a cushion behind grandpa so he could sit comfortably when Ares came towards my side and opened the door to throw a jacket on my lap.

“Wear this before we get home.” He didn't wait for a reply and just left.

It makes sense that they wouldn't want me to dress inappropriately in front of their staff. But I didn't realize I was dressed inappropriately.

Grandpa shook his head at Ares' behavior letting me know he doesn't approve of it. I decided to not spoil my mood because of a stupid person and took out my phone.