Yzabelle.
I frowned. I didn’t know where she was coming from. And yeah, they may not have mistreated me physically. But emotionally, they did. Those harsh words and cold shoulders were enough for me to understand we can never be a happy family.
“And now, you are making us the bad guys here? When did we even tell you to move out, huh? You’re the one who decided it. And you are putting all the blame on us?”
Blame?
When did I ever tell Dad that they’re the reason why I left?
I rolled my eyes and secretly shook my head. I didn’t remember showing something like that to my father when I asked him to find me a place to move in.
I remember that I told him I wanted to experience an independent life. All my life, I was at the mansion. I didn’t have friends and classmates. I never went to elementary school. I was always homeschooled.
I wanted to live a normal life. Like those teenagers.
I never mentioned to him that I felt suffocated the time he married Andrea and brought Hailey to the mansion.
As much as possible, I didn’t want to complain about Dad's decisions because I knew everything he wanted was for the best. It’s just that I could not put up with those bitches he brought home and he was always away.
He brought them for us to live as a whole happy family but he was always away from home. Was that even considered a happy family? Did he think they were taking care of me? They didn’t. They ignored me in my own house, treating me like a servant who needed to do as they said.
And I couldn’t tolerate that. Since Andrea and Hailey came to the mansion, my life has been sadder and more miserable. Dad seldom stayed home even before, but when she married Andrea, he almost didn't come home. It seemed like he just hired them to accompany me in that huge mansion.
Only, those women were paid more than a hundred times the other salaried employees of my father.
And since I knew those two bitches loved to enjoy my father’s wealth, I gave way.
All I wanted was a peaceful life, and to fill the longing that I had been feeling all my life.
And now that I was on my way to that, I didn’t know whether to feel happy about it, or regret it.
Should I just choose to live the life that Dad offered me? Should I just put up with these bitches and stay in the mansion, living like the unseen daughter of Bathory?
I shouldn’t be in between Corbin and Killian if I stayed in the mansion.
I shouldn’t be putting Corbin in a hard situation for challenging the lycan prince.
And I shouldn’t have fallen for the man who aimed to kill me.
I felt so heavy in the chest and Hailey’s nagging had been putting me in a worse mood.
“I’ll call Dad later and ask him what is going on,” I finally told Hailey.
It wasn’t half the day and I was feeling really exhausted.
“Nah! Don’t act as if you didn’t know anything, Yzabelle.” Hailey continued nagging. “You planned all this! You wanted to rip us off everything that we enjoyed from the Bathory. Just admit it!”
I breathed out. She was exhausting.
“I will not admit anything I didn’t do. And I think I was just wasting my breath on explaining since you didn’t want to accept it.” I gave her a bland expression and Hailey seemed to be near to her edge. Yet, I still pushed her through. “Oh, why don’t you come to Dad and ask him yourself why he wanted to divorce your Mom.”
“You, bitch!”
Her hand flew across my face again but this time, I warded her off. My hand tightened on her wrist and threw it away.
“My dad never laid a finger on me. How dare you slap me, Hailey? I would never let anyone do that to me again. Not even you!” I said in the calmest and coldest voice I could.
I saw how Hailey went dumbfounded. I saw how her blood left her face. Maybe because I never talked back to her that way. I only curse them in my head to avoid a lot more confrontation. I knew Dad cherished them, if not, he would not marry into her family. And I didn’t want Dad to get caught between us.
So what I always did was shut my mouth and never went to their level.
But, it was different now. I couldn’t let anyone lay a finger on me. Especially those people who were never related to me, by blood and flesh.
“If you’re done. I have to go. You know that I was busy, so don’t bother me again if it wasn’t that too important.”
Hailey’s eyes narrowed in great anger.
I was about to leave when she suddenly spoke again.
“Not important? My family was on the brink of destruction and you were saying it’s not too important?”
I looked her straight in the eyes. “Oh, you are right with one thing, Hailey. It’s your family. I was never included in it. So, how does that become important to me when I don’t have anything to do with that?”
“You—”
“Don’t, Hailey,” I calmly cut her off. “I will not tolerate you anymore. Not again, especially since you are aiming to hurt me. Didn’t you say no one dared to hurt the lady of the Bathory? So, you better keep your hands on your side and never mess with me.” I said it without showing any emotions. I couldn’t let her take a glimpse of how I was feeling right now.
I saw how Hailey drained her blood again. This time, I knew she was near to explode. And none of it that I cared about.
I continued leaving. I didn’t want to argue with her anymore. I didn’t have enough energy to do that.
I honestly didn’t mean to sound too harsh on her. But I knew her better. That’s the only way to push her away. I had a lot in my mind and I could not afford to have more. And dealing with her was too exhausting so, I better push her away.
I needed to see Dad and ask my questions. I wanted to know if he knew my mom was a she-wolf. If he was one of them as well. Or if he was a normal human that I used to know. What was I really? I wanted to clear up everything. I needed answers, and I knew he was the only person who could honestly answer me.