We Didn't See It Coming Part 1

We Didn't See it Coming.

Christine Young-Robinson.

Dear Reader:.

Welcome to the upscale, flashy, and prominent world of the Houston Family. From the outside, the Houstons seem like the perfect American dream: successful husband, beautiful wife, and three amazing daughters. Sheltered throughout their entire lives, the Houston sisters are thrown completely off-balance when both of their parents die suddenly on the same day. Without any direction, and having never been allowed to have relations.h.i.+ps with men, they are all faced with decisions that they never antic.i.p.ated having to make until well into the future.

We Didn't See It Coming by Christine Young-Robinson is a true eye-opener on many levels. Skeletons fall out of the mansion closets as the sisters find out that their parents who seemingly could do no wrong had somehow managed to pull the proverbial wool over their eyes over and over again. The sisters find themselves struggling to hold things together, forcing the bond between them to remain strong, and discovering that generational wealth can come with a huge price tag of its own.

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Acknowledgments.

First and foremost, I would like to thank G.o.d for making me a miraclewriter4u.

To my parents, Celess and Ruby Young, thanks for always being there for me and teaching me the true value of love for family and friends.

To my hubby, Joseph, thanks for being such a great husband, father, and grandfather.

To my children, Nis.h.i.+ka and Rahim, you're my hearts. Thanks daughter for two wonderful and smart grandchildren.

To my siblings, Tynetta, Maxine and my twin, Christopher, you're my rock. My heavenly siblings, Celess, Jr., Lonnie, and Charlene, I miss you so much but I know you're smiling down on me.

To my mother-in-law, Ola Mae Smith, thanks so much for your love.

To my G.o.d-brother, Marc and wife, Laura, G.o.dson, Rahmell, and G.o.ddaughter, Deborah, thanks for your love and support.

To my angel, Mrs. Witherspoon, I thank G.o.d for the time that He allowed me to be in your presences. I'll always cherish the fond memories that we'd shared together-Priceless.

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Chapter 1.

Rupert Houston must pay, Aniyah, twenty-eight years old, thought as she stared at the number on her cell phone of one of the wealthiest self-made businessmen in South Carolina. She was his mistress-until he decided that she was no longer of use to him.

Without hesitation, Aniyah tapped the touch screen with the tip of her middle finger on her right hand, allowing the call to go through. As she paced the kitchen floor of her apartment, three rings chimed in her ear before his voicemail came on.

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" she yelled; she knew he was avoiding her call.

His home phone was next on her list to call. Aniyah did not care who answered. Extremely frustrated with him, she called the number. To her surprise, Rupert picked up.

"Kenley is not home, call back later," Rupert said, a.s.suming that the call most likely was for his youngest daughter.

"Why didn't you answer your d.a.m.n cell phone?" She startled him.

"How did you get this number? This is a private line. How dare you call my home?" he yelled.

"Obviously, it's not too private. I got it. Again, answer my question: Why didn't you answer your cell phone?"

"What if my wife or one of my girls had picked up? Have you lost it or what?" Rupert was furious.

"I'm one of your girls, too. Don't I count for anything?"

"Aniyah, okay, you made me aware of that. I've left you in my will. I'm willing to give you any money you need right now to take care of yourself, but that's where it ends. My wife has medical problems, and I don't want to do anything to upset her. Her doctor's orders are to keep her calm."

Aniyah listened to him. She had convinced him that she was his illegitimate daughter from his pregnant Mexican servant, Tessa Sanchez, whom he fired years earlier.

"I don't want your pity story. I could bust up your happy home anytime I want to."

"I know that, Aniyah, and that's what I'm over here fighting for you not to do. My girls and my wife think the utmost of me," he said as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. He wiped the sweat that began to moisten his face.

Aniyah giggled. "They won't be thrilled to hear that you slept with me. Your family will flip over the shocking news. I'm the daughter that knows the real truth about you."

Rupert played the situation over and over in his mind, how she was supposed to be his treat for one night on a business trip that ultimately turned into an affair. How was he to know that she was the child of the Mexican servant that he had impregnated and then fired?

"What kind of creature are you? You knew I was your father, yet you still slept with me."

Aniyah laughed out loud. "Get over it. You want a better story than that one? I do have one."

Puzzled, he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about one of your other precious daughters."

"Which one?" Rupert said, wis.h.i.+ng he could reach through the phone to grab and shake her for the way she was talking about his daughters. "Just say what you have to say."

"I don't know those d.a.m.n high-cla.s.s b.i.t.c.hes' names. But one of them is banging your dear lawyer friend." Aniyah laughed wickedly.

Rupert stood up and yelled into the phone, "You're lying."

"Don't call me a liar, you poor excuse for a d.a.m.n papa. I know what the h.e.l.l I'm talking about. I may not be one of your high-cla.s.s daughters, but I can find out s.h.i.+t when I want to!" she shouted back. "If I say one of them is banging the d.a.m.n lawyer, then she is. Call the b.a.s.t.a.r.d and find out."

Rupert slammed the phone down in her ear.

"Oh, no he didn't!" she hissed as the dial tone rang in her ear.

Aniyah tried to call him back but he did not answer. Infuriated, Aniyah began to throw whatever was within her reach across the room. As much as she hated the way that he treated her, there were redeeming factors about Rupert. She admired his natural hair with salt-and-pepper waves. The suits that Rupert wore were tailored for his muscular body. His skin was as flawless as hers. They used to endure facials when they were together, when she was all that he thought about. All she thought about now was that he had to pay. She sat on a plush white loveseat and began polis.h.i.+ng her toes in a deep beet-red shade.

Rupert was relieved that he would have some time to himself. After all, his favorite girls were out having a day of their own.

Stepping inside his walk-in closet, which was filled with his collection of designer suits, ties, s.h.i.+rts and shoes, he removed his silk blue tie and tossed it onto an ottoman, followed by his blue pinstriped suit jacket.

Too exhausted from a long day at his construction company, Rupert walked out of the closet and made his way to the double-pane plate gla.s.s window. He looked out at Lake Murray to relieve himself of the tension from work and the personal problems that dominated his mind. The water always kept him calm when work became too stressful, but now his personal life was in turmoil, like the choppy waves of the water in the wintertime.

Leaving the vision of the lake, Rupert picked up his cell phone and called his attorney.

"Baron Chavis' office," the secretary answered.

"This is Mr. Houston. Get Baron on the line, Sara." he ordered.

He waited for a moment until his attorney picked up.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Houston?"

Instead of bringing up Aniyah's gossip, even though it baffled him about the accusations she made about one of his daughters, he simply asked, "That new will I had you to draw up...you better still have it on hold. You didn't file it, did you?"

"I have it right here on my desk in front of me. It won't go any further until you give me the okay."

He sighed. "Thanks, Baron; I don't know what I would do without you. I'll get back to you soon enough. I wanted Aniyah to see me give it to you. Talk to you later, buddy."

Rupert hung up and went back to stare out of the window. His cell phone rang, distracting him from a sailboat going by. He looked at the number displayed. No way was he answering another call from Aniyah. The last ring grew silent and he was relieved.

Once again, the gossip that Aniyah shared with him ran across his mind like a marathon runner. It can't be true. Everyone who works for him knew the Houston Rule. Plain and simple-n.o.body dealt with any of his girls. Period! It was his duty to pick the right men for them.

Baron was his longtime attorney for all of his personal and work business. Rupert trusted him like he was his son, but to clear any doubts he called the Chavis Law Firm again.

"Sara, get Baron on the line immediately."

Baron again picked up. "Mr. Houston, you needed something else?"

"Are you or are you not messing with one of my girls?" he asked calmly.

Mr. Chavis hesitated. "Noelle and I only met up one time at a coffee shop. We chatted over a cup of hot coffee," he said, speaking of the second of Houston's three daughters.

"You son of a b.i.t.c.h." Rupert realized that Aniyah's gossip was true. "What happened after that?"

"Absolutely nothing," Baron fibbed to cover himself.

Rupert marched back and forth on the white carpet below his feet; tension etched furrows in his forehead. He didn't believe a word that his attorney was saying.

"I'm warning you, Baron, there better not be anything else."

"I promise you, Mr. Houston, it was a brief encounter."

"Get off my phone." He hung up and called Aniyah back.

"I spoke to Baron and he swore to me that he and my Noelle only met for a cup of hot coffee."

"Your precious girl is your lawyer's wh.o.r.e," Aniyah insisted.

Rupert yelled, "No one bad mouths one of my girls. Aniyah, you're despicable!"

"Your lawyer is lying to protect his a.s.s. He's banging her and I can prove it." The phone beeped.

"Hold on, I'm not finished with you. I have another call," Rupert said as he switched over to another line.

"Yes, Kenley."

"Dad," his youngest daughter said, but was corrected in the background by her oldest sister, Milandra.

"I mean, Father, I need to talk to you."

"I'm busy. Make it quick. What is it?" he asked abruptly.