Chapter 133 Whimsical

Chapter 133 Whimsical
NANCY’S POV

“Nancy, stop arguing with…”

“No! You’re the one who needs to stop!” I snapped, chest heaving heavily.

“You don’t get to order me around after everything you’ve done. I hate you. I don’t want to see you, and I sure as hell won’t listen to you.”

Those words tumbled out all at once, riddled with the pain I’d been bottling deep inside of me for days.

Every other word I had spoken since they arrived came from a place of anger, but these ones in particular, they stemmed from hurt.

Somehow, they felt like words I had been itching to say for so long but had buried deep inside of me so I wouldn’t hurt myself even more.

Now, those words had finally made their way out of me, and as soon as I said them, my chest felt lighter.

I wasn’t sure if I actually did mean it from the depth of my heart, seeing as I had still wavered when Hudson had looked at my Mom with that threatening gaze earlier, but I didn’t dwell on it.

Maybe I was actually just trying to make my Dad feel bad or at least feel an iota of guilt for what he had done, not just to me, but to Nathan.

“You hate me?” Dad repeated incredulously.

“Yes.”

“Nathan does too.”

I don’t know why, but I felt the need to ensure that he knew that too. He needed to know that neither of us appreciated his actions one bit.

“Newsflash, Dad, you’re the reason Nathan left, and the reason I ran away is because of you, too.”

“Why would any child want to stay with a Father who would sell them to save his skin?”

My words were cutting and spoken even more harshly, and it was obvious in the way my dad’s face morphed from shock to guilt, then remorse.

However, neither of those lasted long. It was just for a brief moment before his gaze hardened again.

“Hate me all you want, but I need you at the event with Hudson. Unless you really hate me enough to see me and your mother dead, only then can you refuse to attend.”

He paused right after, as if waiting for me to say the words.

My hands curled, and genuinely, I really wished I could have said those words, but when I parted my lips, nothing came out.

The gnawing realization hit me then that as much as I hated my Dad, I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t hate my parents enough not to care if they were dead.

And, unfortunately for me, my Dad knew that too.

“Get her ready,” he instructed my mom, then snorted and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, my shoulders sagged in defeat.



I had no idea how long it took or how I even ended up in the silky black dress I had on or where my Mom had gotten it from because I’d zoned out the entire process.

She stood behind me, running a brush through my hair carefully while avoiding meeting my gaze from my reflection in the mirror.

Neither was I looking at her. All I knew was that my body felt detached from all that was happening, and my mind was still stuck on earlier, and how I had been unable to refuse my Dad one more time.

It was the reason I was now seated here, with my Mom fussing over the least important thing in my life right now, while I felt like someone had sliced a knife through my chest.

The dress I had on was bare at the shoulders, with a long draping length and a shawl that sat on the edge of the bed that my mother hadn’t put on me yet because she was still working on arranging my hair perfectly.

She had managed to cover up the bruises on my face with some foundation, powder, and concealer, even adding a little blush to add some color to my pale cheeks. There was however, nothing that could be done about the redness of my eyes, and I was grateful for that.

Because I didn’t want people thinking I was happy to be standing next to a man I absolutely despised when I wasn’t.

Maybe I would find a fork, or a pitchfork, or a knife, anything sharp enough that I could stab him with at the event. I wouldn’t mind going then.

Anyway, despite how open and free my dress was, I still felt suffocated, and when my mom finally placed the Diamond necklace that Hudson had delivered earlier, using my Dad as a courier, on my neck, I felt even more trapped.

The necklace might as well have been a leash holding me tight to him.

It irked me even more when my mom stepped back and finally looked at my reflection.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered in admiration.

I scowled. “I look like a mannequin being set up for display.”

She winced like I’d hit her, then took a hesitant step forward.

“Don’t…” I shot out, stopping her in her tracks. “Don’t come near me.”

I knew it would make me soften, and I didn’t want to soften.

She clamped her lips together, then fell silent, which was good because I didn’t want to keep talking to her.

A couple of minutes later, right after she put the shawl over my shoulder, my dad arrived. His eyes scanned me quickly, then he nodded in satisfaction.

“Good, he’s waiting.”

I shot him an indifferent look. “I don’t care that he is.”

“Nancy,” Dad called out in warning, sighing. He was quiet for a minute, then his voice turned pleading. “Please, just listen…”

“Just for tonight, do as he tells you…”

I stared blankly at him for a quarter of a minute, then responded frigidly. “You say that like you actually care about me.”

His jaw dropped, but he didn’t say anything in response. He turned to the door instead.

“Let’s just go.”

He led me out the door, or more accurately, walked behind me with a steady gaze on me, as though he thought I would run away if he didn’t keep me in sight.

It was laughable, considering the fact that there were guards at every entrance that I could spot. Men in dark suits and glasses with the same emblem as those men who had brought me here from the restaurant had.

Except I was looking to die by jumping out of the window from the third floor where the room I was locked in was, there was no way I could make my escape.

Being led out now, I finally realised where I was being held.

This was Hudson’s villa, a place I’d gone past once with Nathan. He was driving me to the train station to meet my classmates for a field trip.

Then, I had no idea who Hudson was, or that a man like him existed and had been innocently admiring the building, wondering how whimsical it would feel to live here.

In a twisted way, God had answered my prayers.