Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Delia’s POV

That was more than enough, I smiled. I leaned into the bed, kissing him before talking to myself.

“I have finally found what I can use against that bitch.”

“Hey, quick question,” he broke through my loud thoughts.

“What is it?”

“When are we going to be together again?”

I scowled at this. Who did he think he was?

“Okay first of all, I don’t like sleeping with men who stick their dicks into too many holes.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” he smirked.

“What I think is none of your business. What I say goes. Do you understand me?” he nodded. “And secondly, that skank that just left, hope you haven’t forgotten her? It’s clear you were enjoying yourself a little too much there. You didn’t seem to want me then.”

“Delia, don’t do this to me,” he said as I walked to the door. “You already promised me and I am trying to keep my end of the deal.”

I winked at him while blowing him a kiss before walking off as I heard him curse my name. Oh we were just getting started, I thought to myself. He had no idea who I was and what I was capable of doing but he was about to know right now.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I got into my car with the new information I had gotten from my ex as I was ready to deal with that bitch.

I didn’t have her number so I called the mansion and tried to make my voice as thick as possible so no one would recognize my voice.

“Hello,” I heard the butler answer the phone.

“Hello,” I said in a deep voice. “This is Janet speaking. I’d like to speak to Zendaya please?”

A sigh on the speaker and a mumble came off before he spoke on the phone. “Mrs Delia, I know it’s you.”

Oh shit, I thought. This butler was extremely smart and had wonderful ears.

“Great, now you know it’s me, give the phone to Zendaya or call her to pick up the phone or something. I don’t care how you do it. Just get it done.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said. “Give me a minute.”

I heard the phone beep for a long time as I was being transferred to Zendaya.

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Zendaya’s POV

I was beside the pool resting and waiting for Asher to return. It had been a long day and having to see my mother made everything even worse. How she came forth to be a pain in my butt was still a surprise but she was my mother so I wasn’t that surprised.

The butler came to me with a phone in his hand.

“Mrs Delia calling,” he said, handing the phone to me as I rolled my eyes, watching him go before looking at the button phone in my hand.

I was on alert. Had she finally found something. Whatever she found wasn’t going to be worth it anyway. I could destroy her within a second if I felt like it. I had held back since I was going after her father and not her but if she tried to be a problem for me, I would destroy her.

“Hello,” I said over the phone, hearing her breathe.

“Hello. How are you enjoying my husband and my bed? What does my dick taste like? Does it taste like me?”

I scoffed at this. “You should know I used it before you, so what’s the big deal?”

She groaned over the phone.

“What do you want, Delia?” I asked, looking at my nails. “I’m busy.”

“Sure you are. You’re by the bathroom, sitting down by the fire stool while looking in the mirror, aren’t you?”

I looked around before grimacing and scoffing again.

“No, I’m by the pool. What the fuck are you talking about?” She stayed silent as I slapped my forehead. She was trying to behave like a detective because she heard water running. “You’re really bad at this, aren’t you?”

“Whatever,” she grunted. “I have information about you that I know you would love to hear about.”

With the way the entire conversation was going, I was sure she had nothing against me. She was just bluffing. She had already started failing in making me scared. All she did was make me inquisitive. I wanted to know what she had on me. What she had found out.

“Come over to the mansion so we can talk about it,” I sighed.

“No,” she said. “Let’s meet at a restaurant. In the next two minutes.”

“That’s not how time works. I’m not the flash.”

She sighed. “Gosh, why do you have to spoil my mojo all the time?!”

“I don’t know. This is your first time doing this, I expected you would have done some kind of crash course on blackmailing someone.”

“I never said I was blackmailing you.”

“I never said you were.”

“Fine, I’ll send you the address. Ten minutes at the address. And don’t be late.”

With that she cut the call and I was left looking at the phone and chuckling.

That was one of the weirdest calls I had ever received in my life.

She had no idea what she was doing. She was still an amateur in the game. I was even giving her pointers. This was going to be funny for me.

But on a serious note I wondered if she had found something on me. I had wiped everything about me that could pull me down from the internet. What could she have seen that would give her the power to call me and want me to meet her.

The address was received and I saw it on the phone.

It was too far from here. At least she was nice enough to make it a close place.

I would go and know what she had on me. I silently prayed that whatever she had would be something I could easily deflect. I didn’t want my name tainted.