Chapter 23

Chapter 23
|| VALERIA's POV ||

" What's the meaning of this secret meeting? How did you manage to get those flowers, Dad? Are you bribing someone in jail?"

It didn't take a while for me to understand who sent those flowers to me. It was my dad who used to call me 'Daughter' instead of using my name. He lifted his eyes to shoot me a wicked grin, something didn't feel right about him. How did he manage to contact others? Was someone helping him out? So far, I knew that all his friends had been killed or in jail but his influence shocked me this time. Even though he was my biological father, he was no good for me especially when I married the person that he hated the most probably.

Even though I knew that his empire was destroyed, he still had a lot of useful connections. I just prayed that he wasn't digging his own grave anymore. He let out a dark chuckle, leaning to the glass before saying,
" I know that you are smart, Valeria, and stubborn too.. just like your father..."

I felt a burn in my heart. I didn't want to be like him, killing and manipulating. Gnashing my teeth together, I blurted out in rage,
" I am not you.. don't be so proud.. It's you who is full of sins, not me. Tell me, why did you call me here?"

His face hardened over my response. He never liked when I talked back to him. Probably his mafia position put the thought inside his head that everything was bound to listen to him. He replied, restraining his anger a little,
" I have a plan! You can get rid of that guy and free me too. You just need to contact an old person."

My heart rose in hope. I didn't want this marriage as well when we both were just standing on the base of hatred. I asked him back, narrowing my eyes a little,
" What does he do? Tell me his identity first!"

My dad looked all excited by my answer. He went on telling excitedly,
" Well, he is an old buddy of mine but is quite powerful now. You can ask for his help even if he can kill Knox for you. You can lead your life like before even though I am not out yet."

I was too flabbergasted to say anything. Even in jail, he was plotting to kill someone. Didn't he always want to go out?

Jumping on my feet, I shouted at his face in disbelief, hatred burning my eyes,
" Are you crazy, Dad?? Gideon is my husband. Do you want to make me a widow? How can you say something like that? I can't believe that I fell for your trap and came here."

My dad yelled back, standing up as well,
" Because HE DOESN'T FUCKING DESERVE YOU!! You deserve to be a queen, not someone's puppet. I know that he hates you, his eyes tell you already. You shouldn't tolerate this all, daughter."

I cut him off midway, pointing my finger at him,
" STOP!!!! Don't make me hate you more! I didn't forget what you have done to me, Dad. What made you think that I will listen to you again??"

My jaw clenched hard in anger, his eyes darkening as well. Before he could utter something, I sneered before leaving the room,
" You know what, Dad? You deserve to be alone after you took all those lives."

I rushed outside of the prison, burning in rage and anger. Dwelling on his words, I came out absentmindedly only to get bumped against a hard chest. As soon as I lifted my head, those glaring eyes pinned me down. His low voice played into my ears,
" What a happy reunion with your dad, Princepessa!"

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" Let go of me...it hurts..aah.."

I kept shouting for my release but Gideon kept dragging me forward until I was inside his room. He looked mad and murderous. He didn't like the fact that I went there to meet my dad. For the same reason, he even told the officer to not let me in.

He pressed me down on the bed, his voice sounding animalistic,
" I told you not to meet the man. What made you think that you can disobey me?"

I let out a wail, his body pressing me down too hard,
" He is my... father...I can..meet..him..."

He yanked my hair back, his nostrils flaring in rage,
" I warned you!! I don't like that man. Now that you are my wife, you are going to listen to me, Princepessa! You don't meet the man behind my back. Got it?? Remember, you entered this marriage on your own and you are fucking mine as long as you don't give my child back to me."

The word 'child' brought a shiver down my spine. I whimpered, crying out before nodding my head. He wasn't in his right mind. The way he was talking to me, was killing me. For years, I tried everything to forget the past that I had but he kept reminding me every single moment. He sounded like he loved to see me in pain although I hated to see him in pain despite everything that he was doing to me.

Then I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. He tugged my panties down in one shot. When I thought that he was going to take me rough, the sound of his belt rustling came to my attention. I shivered in fear, imagining what he was intending to do. Before I could tilt my head back to look at him, the loud sound of a belt whip turned the reality on.

AH!!

I cried out in pain as he hit me first with the belt. I broke into tears. It hurt like a bitch but it didn't stop him from doing what he wished. He shouted, his voice turning high and pitchy,
" COUNT!!"

I turned weak from his order. Burying my head into the pillow, I sobbed before blurting out,
" One!"

SLAP!!

I let out a squeak of pain, crying harder than before. My skin burnt from his hit but I was too stubborn to beg for mercy. Since I did nothing wrong, I wasn't willing to bow in front of him.

" TWO!!"

The belt hit my ass another time, making up curling up on the bed weakly. His voice still sounded strained with anger,
" Whenever you think about disobeying me, you will remember this new game of punishment."

I hated him more than anything. He became a devil now and I felt it today at every moment.
THUD

My front fell on the pillow as he hit me harder than before. I felt as though my ass was burning fire because of the pain. I counted the number breathlessly, struggling with my tears,
" THREE!"

His belt dropped from his grip finally. Using his body to lean over on my back, he seethed his words out in rage,
" Now, it will make you a good wife, wouldn't it? I warned you already. This is our game of hate, not love."

He left afterward, leaving me all in soreness and pain. I cried on the bed for hours until I drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I saw a little girl, running and playing in the yard. I looked very young as I watched the girl and smiled at her giggling face from time to time. All of a sudden, the girl ran over to me. She looked like a mini version of my childhood face.

The girl held my hand with her soft hands carefully, asking in a sorrowful voice,
" Mommy! Why did you kill me?"