Transmigrated Into A Billionaire

"Mom..." Xander said in surprise.

"Araceli?!!!"

"In the flesh," Rachel replied, smiling at him mischievously.

"You won't believe it Christopher, I was just coming from my book club when I saw her ringing the bell," Mrs Miller said excitedly.

"I'm so excited to be here Ma'am, It's been months but it feels like ages," Rachel squealed giving her a tight hug, she also dampened her accent a little southern to match his mother's, just so she could win her heart all over.

"Well??!," Mrs Miller hinted to him pointing at Araceli in the least subtle way possible but Rachel planned up playing dumb, winning Mrs Miller's heart and torturing Xander.

"Whatttt mom?!!!," Xander said, exasperated. He doesn't know why his mother always tried to embarrass him in front of others.

"HMMM HMM," Mrs Miller hummed dramatically, even less subtle than before while pointing to Araceli's yellow sun dress and pale cream shoes, a very old money southern look, Xander finally got the message his mum was trying to pass.

"Oh, nice dress honey, it really brings out your eyes," Xander said, with a tone as dry as sandpaper, he wasn't trying to pretend no more, now he just looked super stressed and worried and Rachel knew she brought about this uneasiness.

"Well let's head inside, there's a lot I wil like to say to your mom," Rachel said with a cherry sweet smile making her eyes drop to almost a slit line, she held onto Mrs Miller's hand who was just beaming looking at the two love birds clueless to the core of what was transpiring beneath her nose at looks of dagger were thrown around by coated by cherry smile and sweet laughs.

"There's really A LOT I wanna talk to you about," Rachel said directly looking at Xander while Emphasizing on alot. He swallowed slowly and closed the red check tie around his neck. "Alright Hun, goodbye and drive safe," Rachel said, stepping in front of Xander to give him a hug, she wrapped her hands around his neck after which he froze for a bit before putting his own hands around her waist.

"Drive safe or not, don't give two fucks, but what I give a fuck about..." Rachel whispered airily in his ear just like Araceli did in her dream, removing her hands from his neck and bringing it to his tie and buttoning up the halfway loosed up shirt and adjusted his collar, smoothening the tie down and making sure his mother got front sit of this display, she continued "Is your Mom, and the conversations we are going to have about everything and nothing, maybe you should expect a call or text or not, I don't know buddy, you try keeping your little dicky in his pants more frequently and we could have avoided this," Rachel finished and gave him a chaste kiss on his ever white cheeks as blood completely drained from his face.

"Ohhhhhh," Mrs Miller cooed, making Rachel blush a little and Xander was still white faced, so she patted him on the cheeks to bring some color back "breathe baby," Rachel said in a sick and disturbing voice only audible to Xander.

"You two love birds really remind me of back in my time," Mrs Miller started looking at the two of them nostalgically.

"I'm will really love to hear about it Mrs Miller," Rachel said sweetly, finally leaving Xander side where he was still rooted looking perplexed little he has been frozen, He slow started moving his hands to check his watch but he was already twenty minutes late for the meeting he wanted to go for.

He slipped back into the house to get his case and ponder over. more disturbing matters like why thd fuck was Araceli doing in his house on a Thursday with a Sunday dress, why was she acting like she was possessed by a freaking demon over night, she completely uped her game and found favor in the sight of his mother all because she stucked up to her. How did she even know that was a way to her heart the old Araceli was barely close to his mother because she wasn't the chit chat type and his mother loved long conversations with youngies and strolls through very kept up garden, sometimes he wondered if his mother had a mental issue that made her stuck in the Seventeenth century, but what he was more worried about was Araceli.

Arceli kept changing everyday after the night of the incident and the Short termed amnesia, she wasn't the same no more. Now she was spontaneous, incredibly outspoken, crazy to the core, too cunning for his liking, and now there was no trace of the character that made him agree to this marriage of a deal, the ease in manipulating her because she was too naïve, weak and too trusting. Now he didn't know what to expect, was she going to really tell his mother about the video, or was she going to...

That's when he realized, he didn't have a single fucking clue about Araceli any longer, she was no longer predictable or readable, instead she hide all that he felt over a giant wall of a bunch of new characters she developed from coma, now mentally, she's unaccessible.

"Hey there buddy,"

"Not to break your already over used train of thoughts

, don't you think over thinking it right now wont help you in anyway," Rachel suggested smiling, she decided to take a break from Mrs Miller who took no mercy at talking her ears off, she finally found a way out of the torture through tea and biscuit she promised to go make and bring for both of them so they could continue their "ageless conversation" which only seemed to please the woman. Now she understood where Xander got his sick persona from, they both had that personality in common, the unending need to have people around them kissing their ass like that validates the whole of their existence. "Do you want to offer a penny for my thoughts then?," Xander asked, picking up his files and facing Araceli.

"Oh please, even if they were free I wouldn't want to get an ear full of incessant rants filled with self centeredness and egotistical endeavors from another Miller in one day, I can only take so much," Rachel said entering into the huge untouched kitchen.

"Such a waste," Rachel thought to herself.

"What are you still doing here, I'm kinda scared when it's just me and you in a room, there are knives everywhere, you could easily stab me on the back or actually do it literally," Rachel indirectly accused him of trying to kill her as he strolled into the kitchen.

"Isn't that a little self centered?," Xander asked, standing at the opposite end of the counter to where she was standing.

"Self centered?,"

"When you are in the equation, It's called precaution, it's what failed me the last time you know," Rachel said looking at him directly.

"Thank God for the totally normal tracker you had on me,"

"It was a real lifesaver," Rachel smiled Thinking of good times.

"Are you psychotic or something because that memory did not just put a smile on your face," Xander said low key, freaking out that maybe He. and Alice had created a monster from a massive traumatic time. In order for her to become more sane, she traded some parts of her humanity and now she was a cold monster of their own indirect craft.

"Look Xander, just go to work alright,"

"Stalling or anything else you plan to do isn't really gonna work make I no lie you,"

Rachel said sprinkling in some Nigerian hood slang she has been picking up from watching king of boys off netflix.

"what the fuck did you just say?," Xander said, greatly lost at the end of her statement.

"It's A Nigerian slang, not that your stucked up white ass will understand," Rachel said exiting the kitchen with the tea and biscuit and headed towards the back door.

He took his cue to finally leave the house and headed to his car where he needed to make an urgent call, but the secretary had already called him, so he called her back and asked her to reschedule their meeting to later in the day and after that asked Alice to come see him by his office that it was something important. Her reply came in quick.

Alice

Is it an Araceli situation or ?????????????!

You

It is an Araceli situation of course.

Alice

Alright, on my way.

You

And if it was otherwise?

Alice left the message on read which was a straightforward answer saying 'don't even think about it'. He got to the office to meet the whole office in a partial frenzy because he rescheduled the meeting after keeping them for forty minutes.

An hour later, Alice arrived at his office wearing jeans with combat boots and an oversized tee, giving her a very cute tomboy vibe.

"So what did you want to discuss?," Alice. said, not even bothering about pleasantries and completely ignored him.

"Well good morning to you too babe," Xander said sarcastically.

"Go straight to the point bro, I don't have that kinda time to waste,"

"What is it about Araceli?," Alice said, not ready to even entertain his wittiness as usual.

"Bro???"

"Seriously," Xander asked, feeling slightly hurt that he was reduced to bro and not even his name.

"Ok ok, whatever,"

"Look Araceli is getting more fiest, she came to my house earlier this morning and met with my mom, now all of a sudden they sound like they both go way back in time, it was creepy, then she went ahead to tell me that she was going to tell her everything and that I should expect..." He was still saying when he got interrupted by a call from no other person than his mother "...a call," he finished. He picked up the call with his hand.'s trembling and Alice eyes went wide.

"hello Mom,"

"How could you Xander,"...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐