CEO Leo’s Baby Mama Is Back

Chapter 73 Gossip blogs

MILLER’S HOME, LOS ANGELES.

Abigail kissed her teeth in disgust at the disheveled state of the whole house. It looked like an unkempt pig pen. She felt her mother absence way too much than she would have imagined. Her father annoys her more each passing day. To make matters worse the presence of her supposed older brother makes her want to scream out of her lungs. She hates every passing moment of her life that feels stagnant. There is also her worst nightmare, Darby. Just knowing Darby is doing so well on her own makes her question her own existence. Abigail feels the best way for her to be happy is when Darby loses everything. It would feel more like a victory phase for her.

Scrolling through her phone, Abigail gasped at the image notification from the high school WhatsApp group, where jobless people like herself keep tabs on the life of people like Leo. The image was a front page of LA times magazine. Leo and his entire family were on the page, including a little boy that has some kind of resemblance to Darby. Curiosity gnawed at her, causing her to type in the sight of the magazine hurriedly.

Reading through the content, she saw Darby’s name boldly written as the mother to Leo’s heir, Sinclair. Her speculations were right after all, Leo was the father of Darby’s child. She didn’t know how to feel about it. But an unexplainable rage filled up her insides and Abigail wished there was something for her to claw at and destroy. Not only did Darby become successful with the business she indulged in, she also gets to settle with the country’s most wanted man. Every woman’s dream. She didn’t concern herself with the fact that Leo was finally married, Abigail hated that Darby would always have wealth and peace of mind at the end of her life no matter what. Gnashing her teeth hard, she felt more livid when her phone was roughly snatched from her.

“Give it back.” She growled.

Harold looked like he was having fun. “Why? What is it that you are so vested in? Is he your boyfriend or something?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Abigail stood up rushing towards him to get her phone back. “You son of a gun. Give me my phone back!”

Turning his back to her, Harold let her hit him continuously until he was satisfied with reading through the content. Seeing there was nothing of interest to it. He tossed the phone on the couch not minding the string of curses Abigail sent out to him.

“Not so fast.” He pulled her back when she made her way upstairs.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind? What the fuck is wrong with you?” She screamed at him.

Harold stared at her calmly like he had all the time and patience in the world to spare. “Chill. I need to discuss something with you and I can assure you it’s important. Just spare me few minutes of your time.”

“Five.”

“Sure.”

“What do you have to say?” She inquired returning to her seat.

“Alright!” He huffed rubbing his palms together. “So, I heard you and dad having an argument about a fifty thousand dollars he received from one Darby?”

Abigail kissed her teeth in contempt. “Weren’t you the one who he spent it all on?”

“No, he didn’t spend it all on me. The money he had to help me pay off was a twenty. I have no idea what he used the rest to do.”

“It’s still the money that was meant to be mine and you took it.”

“Can you stop trying to raise hell and calm your nerves? From what I heard this Darby is our father’s bastard daughter. Do you think there is a way we can get more money from her?”

She squinted her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard dad signed some papers to not ever bother her again. But I heard she is super rich and people like us can leech off her for as long as we want.”

“You make it sound like you share the same mother.”

“But I might have some sort of likeness towards her than you do.” He retorted.

“Fuck you.”

“Say all you want, I am sure you need money just like I do.”

“You keep mentioning money like there is something you have in place to earn from her downfall.”

Harold shrugged. “Of course there is. You know there is something about LA top socialites, they hate having any kind of dirt on themselves and they would pay off any blog that has the slightest correct information. I have a friend who writes out dirts or fake stories about these people for five thousand dollars. That implies anyone who can provide him with such info would get the money. Even if it’s yet to be affirmed, they know how to use the right words to attack.”

“So, I would only be getting five thousand dollars for selling someone out?”

“Now don’t be stupid, we won’t give it to just one of the gossip blogs. Don’t forget there are top gossip blogs. We sell to three of them that I am in contact with and yes we are in money.”

“Why would anyone want to pay such ridiculous amount for just gossips?”

“Stock crashes if it’s a bad deal for whoever they have the dirt on. Contracts are lost and families are ruined. This bloggers get their money from posting controversial articles. They get paid tons of money to bring those posts down.”

The idea sounded great to Abigail’s ears. “Okay that sounds really nice. So what do I do?”.

“Where you come in is that you find a traffic worthy dirt on this Darby lady. With that we are going to go places.” He whistled.

“What makes you think I can get any dirt on her?”

“Dad already told me how much you hate her and would do anything in your power to ruin her. Malicious feelings like that is exactly what one needs to get this money.” He winked.

“What’s in it for you?”

“Stop asking such an obvious question. The money of course. If we are getting fifteen thousand, I would take seven and you can take the eight. I just need to get out of here and survive by myself on the streets for a few days.”

Abigail scoffed. “Typical of a prodigal son. You go and come back again like nothing went wrong. Come to think of it, why should I trust you? How can I be sure that your fake ass wouldn’t run off with the money?”

Harold cackled. “You are in every way just like our dad. I might engage in so many things, I do not cheat people I do business with. It’s against my rule. The money would be sent into your account right in front of me and then I expect you to Venmo me my seven bucks. That’s it and deal is closed.”

She kept quiet holding up her phone to stare at it. Her eyes lingered on Leo and she remembered clearly the man who had come to bail Darby out of her father’s greedy clutches. A wicked grin appeared on her face, if not for the money she would love to play a game of damnation.

“How long do I have to gather this information?” She asked.

“One week max. And I need pictures for proof, it doesn’t have to be a complete set, but something convincing enough that would have them eating out of our hands. This might actually be a start of a good deal.”

She eyeballed him in distaste. “Don’t even think about it. I am not going to involve myself in such messy deal with you again. It’s just this one time.”

Harold grinned in amusement raising both of his hands in surrender. “Alright, baby sis. Whatever you say. Just ensure to do this well. I’m counting on you.”

Rolling her eyes as he walked away, Abigail smirked in delight. Darby wouldn’t even know what’s about to hit her until it’s about to get to her.