My stomach turned as I watched this awkward romantic scene between two adversaries. It was to be expected that both Damon and Harris would make a face as if they were about to throw up given that they were in the same room together. "Why did you act in such a manner?" Damon was the target of Harris' furious demand. Damon clenched his teeth with a blank smile on his face, "Stop acting like I’m dying to be kissed by you. The only reason I did this was to prevent my mate from picking up the scent of another person." I found his words peculiar, but it wasn't the time to think about it because, if I hadn't intervened, they would have grabbed each other around the neck and killed each other by now. Harris moved closer to Damon, but I repelled him by putting my hand on his chest and pushing him back. Shaking his head he exclaimed, "You have become such a disappointment, Elevena." He stepped back and remained silent after this. I knew I should not have done it, but at the time, it was the
I was so stupid that I let down my guard and fell asleep around the driver. What if he took me someplace he shouldn't have and then killed me on my father's orders? However, after the trip, I was exhausted, and arriving in this state was the part of being tired that was the worst. I was going through an emotional roller coaster. Every emotion imaginable is present, including joy, sorrow, anger, pity, and being pathetic enough to even come here in the first place. After such a long time apart, I couldn't wait to see my mother again, but having to confront my father in the presence of his mistress was the worst part. I don't even realize that I'm falling asleep until the next thing I know, someone is waking me up by calling my name. I didn't bother talking to him, but when he pushed my shoulder gently, I opened my eyes. "Miss, we are here." It was no one but the driver. As soon as I looked behind him and saw the large mansion, I had an overwhelming urge to throw up. Nothing has chan
With the amount of hatered and venom in the voice I knew who it was. Never have I never hated anyone more than I hate her.Wait. My mistake, the number position still belongs to my dad. If he never brought her here, this would have never happened.She stood in front of me, crossing her arms over chest waiting for me to say something but I completely ignored her.I pretended as if she doesn't exist for me and judging from her nature I knew she wouldn't beuch happy seeing how I'm ignoring her.She stopped her foot angrily on the ground, "Dear, look like your mother didn't teach you manners. Don't you know how to greet madam of this house?" I never planned on chatting with her in the first place but when she spit bad about me deceased mother I stood and said loudly, "You are no wife to my father nor the madam of this house!"My voice was filled with disgust and rage. I wouldn't have cared a least bit if she said anything about me but bringing my mother's name when she's not alive anymor
How incredibly naive of me to think that everything is exactly the same. Nothing else has been changed over here, except for this interior. The love that we once shared as a family has long since faded, replaced by the coldness this mansion contains within it. This woman in front of me was cursing my mother, which indicated that no one had ever stopped her. This explains why she was so confident in spreading rumors about the person who is actually the Madam of this house. There is no one to blame because it was expected. Why should anyone else care about her cursing my mom if my father and her husband doesn't seem to mind that she does it? Even after she had passed away, my mother was not given the respect that she deserved as the first woman to marry this man even though she was no longer alive. It infuriated me that this woman persisted in defaming my mother despite the fact that no one dared to stop her, but when someone finally worked up the nerve to do something about it, he d
My trip to see my father at his home turned out to be less stressful than I had imagined. Before I went back, I anticipated that I would have to deal with him on a daily basis, but that did not turn out to be the case. I've been here for three days, but we've only spoken once; however, now, after three days, he's asked Aunt Lui to make arrangements for me to eat with them at dinner. Even though I didn't want to, I had no choice but to comply with him because I was already at his house. I was aware that he was not making any requests, and in fact, he had just informed me that we were going to visit Mom on her birthday, which was in two days. I merely nodded while avoiding even making eye contact with him. It was my way of telling him, how much I still despise him. The fact that Jain wasn't making fun of me like she usually does was the thing that surprised me the most. She never missed an opportunity to embarrass me whenever I came here up until a year ago, but that was nothing comp
Once I was ready to go down I left my room and went straight to where dad was waiting for me but thanks to my bad luck for ended up meeting with Jain.She was standing outside my room making it clear she was waiting for me all this time. I found it quite funny for someone as egoistic like her yo wait for someone like me.I crossed my arms over the chest and cleared my throat, "What are you doing here?"It was clear she was fighting so hard to endure me. Taking a long breath she asked, "When are you going back?"A smiled formed on my lips, 'So this is why she's here.'I was amused by the looks on her face. My presence sure was no less than burden to her and by the looks of her relationship with my dad, it was clear something was off between them.My dad's behavior towards her was so dry like it was never before, "Looks like he's over you?"She was burning with rage and I smiled more. I liked seeing her struggling with the same fate as my mother. She should know how does it feel to lose
Finally after a drive of one hour we finally reached the graveyard. I wonder, why he made her grave to such a remote area.There could be only two possibilities, one because he doesn't want to spend much money on her even after her death and the second one is... same as the first one.Why he's such a douchebag to his wife. In Front of the whole world my dad divorced my mom but the reality was only known my me, my mom, my dad. He never divorced her but keep it a secret from everyone.I often used to ask mom why he still wants to bound us to him but she never tried to understand me. She has gone insane with the love of this man.Driver opened the door for me and dad. Once we were standing in front of the graveyard door, he pushed his arm in front of me to grab it but ignoring him, I went inside.He sure has felt furious but that's what I wanted. I went straight to meet my mom. The moment my eyes fell on her grave, tears formed in my eyes.It been an entire year since I came here and eve
Mom is the only person I was close to even after her death. I never hide anything from her, I wished she was with me to tell me what to do.In the presence of her, I couldn't control my tears and sobbed to my heart content. I was telling her about what was going on in my life when I unconsciously mentioned about my marriage with Damon.I forgot I came here with my dad and that he was still standing behind me. That moment all I cared about was my dead mom.I felt like she was still with me and was hearing to every word of mine."Mom, your child has finally grown up fir a marriage but you wouldn't be happy to know who the man is," I sobbed.I didn't realize my dad's all attention was on me and if I hadn't heard a loud growl, I would have said things which I shouldn't.That growl was familiar. I have heard it somewhere before but where. I looked around and saw a beautiful wolf standing on one of the peek of a mountain and looking down at me.I squeezed my eyes and concentrate. Soon I rea