18. Whose child is it?

Elysia Pov

It's been a week of being locked up in my own home. Elise has been roaming around this house like she was the head, controlling Damon and nitpicking on me at every chance she gets.

This marriage was the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

I sighed, trying to control my hate and disgust for these people.

...

"Madam, your breakfast." Madeline walked and placed the meal on the table.

"Have my parents visited?" I asked. I managed to send a message to my mother, letting her know of my state, but Elise caught me and seized my phone.

If my parents were trying to reach me, it wouldn't go through.

"Have they?" I asked again, seeing how quiet Madeline was, leaning to a corner as though I was going to strike her with my fist.

"No, madam, they never visited." She responded.

I knew my father would never, but my mum? I was utterly disappointed.

"Thank you. You may leave."

"Madam, I think you should beg Mr Contreras for forgiveness. He can free you."

Madeline's eyes were brimming wi