Chapter 10: Father's bargain

UNKNOWN POV

Moans. Loud throaty moans.

“Mom! How could you? Rick,you too?” I cried, my voice shaking as tears streamed down my face.

“Why? Maria, you could’ve had anyone. You both look like gods, but you chose him,my boyfriend? My Rick?”

“Rick, you couldn’t even cheat with someone else? Anyone but my mom?” I yelled, slamming my foot into the door as rage surged through me.

My voice cracked,splintered like the trust I once had in them.

To think of it they weren't looking remorseful with their bodies still tangled together, it hit me! this proved that they planned to do this a long time ago.

To break me. Piece by piece. Until there was nothing left.

And ruin every bit of happiness I had.

“You need to quit the drama. I’m already pregnant with him,” Mom said, voice laced with mockery. “He’s mine. Always has been.”

Weren't the signs obvious to you? He doesn't want you but has been with you because I didn't want you to feel bad, I wanted you to meet us like you just did. And don't call me your mom, I can never be that." Maria said she was my stepmom who had been a thorn to my flesh since the first day I had set my eyes upon her.

"“Get out!” Rick barked, eyes dead and cold.

I couldn't respond as the revelation had shocked me to my bone marrow, so he never loved me? I was just a toy. I was supposed to be his plaything.

Later that night, I woke up when my father called with hatred laced in his voice.

“Father, I can’t do this. I don’t want to get married,especially not to him. He’s meant for Emily, not me! Why does no one care what I want?

holding my father on his legs hoping I would be able to get any emotions from him.

“Save your breath, you walking curse. If you don’t marry him, I won’t pay for your grandmother’s surgery.

I'm sure you would not want her to die. Her blood would be on your hands if you could help her and you didn't

.Think about that.

" My father, Mr Matthew said.

His expression was stern and emotionless that made me understand he would make good of his threats.

"I will do it, but you have to save her.” I whispered, not being able to raise my voice or it would resort to more beating for me.

"Good decision, the ceremony will be in three days' time. Fix yourself, I can't let my own precious child get married to a poor pauper like him. But you can go to hell for all I care, you are not my child." He said, walking off immediately as if it would kill him to be seen with me.

Why always me? Why am I the offering no one wants but everyone uses?

Three days later looking into the mirror with the makeup artist trying to glam my face up. While the only place I needed help was in my heart that had been broken by people I should call ; family.

This is basically slavery, selling me off because I'm the only word on the left side of left.

“Please don’t cry,” the makeup artist whispered. “You’ll ruin the look.” I could feel her sympathy even though she hadn't said anything to me.

“Where's that misfortune of a human, you can't keep telling guests waiting. They are already on their way and I won't like that thing to even wait for a measly thing like you.”

“Why are you pretending I’m your daughter now? I don’t want to marry a stranger,what if he hurts me?”

I don't care about his financial status but what if he kills me?” I pleaded, looking at him with my eyes and heart yearning for compassion from him but none was forthcoming.

Just hate and stillness.

“At least do it for her,” I said. “Your mother. You’ll regret it if she dies before you forgive her.”, so you can't blackmail me on this.” I said, hoping that would shake him but he chuckled looking straight into my eyes.

" Watch me how I'll let her die. I don't care, she died the moment she left me with father when I needed her the most.” He said, and I could feel the pain in his voice no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

It was there, still fresh and he was seeking comfort. But his ego won't let him take it from his mother who wanted to explain everything that happened to him.

“Then at least give her a listening ear so you would understand what's going on, please Father. I beg you, do not make me marry that man. I might die of fear and hate for myself.

“I won't go back on my words, accept the marriage proposal or watch the only person that loves you lose her life when you could save it." He said, and I saw my grandmother in a rocky chair smiling as her nanny today that I would be coming with the money to take care of her illness.

Her smile hit me like a blade and then I decided that I would rather get married to anything my father wants, only if I would still have that love that had been sustaining me despite how broken and torn my heart is.

“I would do it, wherever and whenever you want. But please take her to the hospital so she won't die since I have agreed to your wishes." I pleaded, not being able to look up to see the vibrant smile on her face.

She was so sick that she barely smiled and seeing this made my heart skip for joy.

I would sacrifice my joy for her and I wouldn't even regret it even if I don't gain anything more.

“That has been done already. Look up my daughter, you made the right choice and you understand what I'm trying to do now. But for now you can hate me away.”

“Hate? No,” I whispered. “I want your s

kull on my shelf. For flowers.”

He did not hear me,

but someone else did,

A voice behind me,low and cruel :

Then you're going to love being mine.