Lonely Bride

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All the memories hit my mind like a storm of all Sean’s doing.

The letter I wrote for him.

What does she write in it? Was that the reason Sean was cold to me?

‘Was Sean guarding me all the time?’

Did I make the mistake of running away from him not only once, but many times?

Yes, I did!

Why am I so nice, or, let’s say, so stupid? I don’t see people or their intentions.

That man did everything in his power to keep me safe, and what did I do to him?

I always ditch him.

I always hurt him.

I never trusted him.

My heart was sinking deep into the dark, and my body was getting cold. I could feel chills in my body, but I stayed rooted.

My eyes stuck on the cunning figure, Camilla, who was smirking and looking at me.

Things started getting clearer to me now about why she used to hate me so much.

But was it all drama about her being his girlfriend?

I guess yes.

But then why does Sean also support the same?

Have they been associated anyhow, or does Sean have some own reason to pretend?

So many questions suddenly filled my mind, and I started getting a headache.

Rubbing my fingers, I again looked at them, and I don’t know why, but I felt pity.

Pity in every one of them.

I wonder how greed makes people do things that make them sinners.

My throat gets dry. I was feeling thirsty, but I was also feeling numb. I felt like my legs weren’t working.

The feeling that my kids are in danger because of this bloody property makes my blood freeze.

This new information has broken me to the core.

A father is always a hero to his daughter. The first man she loves and the first man who truly loves her

Perhaps you should look at me. My father is the one man I started to hate the most. He is the person I am going to hate till my last.

My protector has become my tormentor.

Collecting myself all together, I said, “So, what do you want from me now?”

“Huh, what a filthy self you can give me, hmm?” He snorts, looking at me as if I were some rotten piece of trash.

I don’t know why, but the hope I had to live life beautifully with kids in my arms is lost somewhere.

My heart is aching to look at how people deceive so easily. How they have no regret for hurting someone. So what if you don’t like them? However, nothing gives you the right to hurt them.

I am sure the other side of the world will be more peaceful, where people aren’t there to pollute the place.

I unintentionally touched my belly and felt the movement of my babies, and I came out of these depressing thoughts.

I shivered from my thoughts.

What was I even thinking?

Am I ready to see my kids die before coming into this world?

Am I okay if I don’t ever see their smiley faces?

No, I am not!

I look up to those people whose intentions are crystal clear to me. Perhaps I am not ready to let them fulfill their desire.

How I wish he would have met me a few months ago. I would have surely let him kill me, but not now, never.

I controlled myself again and looked at him.

“Come to the point, will you?” Now I don’t want to call him father because he bloody doesn’t deserve this title.

“Isn’t it simple? Kill you and become the owner of the property. What else.?” He laughed as he made some joke, and the color of my face changed in that instant.

“I will burn the world if anyone touches a strand of her hair.” I look back on hearing the voice.

Ivan was standing on my backside and maybe listening to everything.

I don’t know why, but I did not feel anything while looking at him.

Though he was giving a murderous glare to my father and everyone in the room, I was too lost in my thoughts.

“Oh, my darling, we are not. Matt stops scaring my girl,” Eliana said in her overly sugar-coated voice, and I clung to it.

“Did I make it clear I don’t want any harm done to her? Don’t I?” Ivan spoke, looking at my father, and I stiffened at hearing him.

“You also said you would woo her with your charm. What happened to that, hmm? Look at her. Sean has knocked her down and impregnated her with twins. I have given it to him for this.” He spoke cockily.

Do they already know each other?

I was all numb looking at them, scared to death-not for me but for my babies.

Somehow my mind had already indicated there was no way out, but somewhere deep down there is still hope.

“Shut the fucking up. Don’t forget, you are talking about your daughter. And I won’t take a single wrong word against her. This time I am letting you go easily because you are the so-called husband of my mother, but don’t forget that neither you are nor will you ever be my father.

It seems someone has taken my breath away.

I looked at Ivan, flabbergasted.

Mom?

Who’s mom?

Ivan’s?

What is all this going on?

My father wants to kill me for the property, which I have already transferred to Sean, and now I know it’s still in my name. Because of that, not only my life but also my kids lives are at stake.

And Ivan? He is calling Eliana’s mom. So, is he my brother?

And if he is my brother, why does he talk to my father like he doesn’t care about him at all?

Why did he show me so much affection when he was in Elliana’s song? Let’s say my stepbrother

I looked around, and everything felt like it was roaming in a circle.

I am feeling dizzy all of a sudden, and this new information seems far from my understanding.

I felt as if it was all fake. Everything is fake, and everyone is fake. I feel like the entire world is fake.

I look at them where they were all fighting, or, to be precise, my father and Ivan.

I looked at Elliana, who was trying to control both of them and trying to make some peace while keeping her all-time fake smile on her witchy lips, and Camilla the Chameleon, who was looking at her fully manicured nails while getting bored with them already.

I again looked at them. “You said you would impregnate her, but forget about being pregnant. You didn’t even touch her, if I’m not mistaken, and now the damage is done. Either way, we are going to lose the property, so what are we waiting for? Just kill her already.” My father barked, and I flinched at hearing his voice.

My head again turns to Ivan after hearing this.