Serena Mclane's P.O.V

"What?"Is all I manage to get out as I sit there in my seat.My fidgeting hands come to a halt as I now fist my t-shirt in a tight grip.My mind is completely blank at the moment.

I can't seem to be able to process his words.

"Dad" I finally manage to get out,

"You can't mean that, you wouldn't.I whisper as I look at him for confirmation.I want him to just start laughing, and then hug me and say it's all a big joke, that the entire ordeal was just that"

 A big joke.

But no, of course not.My father never jokes, not with me at least.

"You know I don't like repeating myself"

My father says sternly as he looks at me.

Even though we're sitting face to face, it's as if he's looking down at me.

As if he's judging me, finding all my faults and insecurities and displaying them right in front of me.

Taunting me with everything.

"B-but the business, father.You-I- you wanted me to take over the family business but I-.How?" I ask, finally giving up.

I barely have the ability to speak.

The shock potent in my words.

"I told you, I do not repeat myself"

He says standing up now, having to actually repeat himself.

"Well you're going to have to this time Dad!"

I exclaim as I now too stand up.

The anger is as clear as day in his eyes as is in mine.

It's like fire against ice.

Unfortunately for me, I'm melting and can't do anything about it.

"Roger!"

My mother says as she too slips into the study with my sister in tow.

Just then everything dawns on me.

They knew.

Both of them knew and neither of them had the decency to tell me.

I could have at least been prepared.

"Samantha please"

Almost immediately my mother silences herself but still walks up to my father.

I glance at her with pleading eyes, begging for her to reason with him.

She is my mother.

to

would never

But she remains silent.

I pause as I take in a deep

have to stay

I'll only rile my father up more and then there

At all.

I have to marry someone? Someone I have never met? Just the thought makes

will be good for the business; my father starts out calmly, "You do not have enough practical knowledge in regards

I ask in bewilderment.

his head in acknowledgement but doesn't say anything

to show me these things? I have

isn't just me

far more than

a daughter have her father to rely upon? "I

time to babysit you and show you the ropes.’ My

hope, that maybe, just maybe, he'd be

wants me to, just so

can be looked at the same

seem to

Stryker is a very good friend of mine.His son, Damien, is a very respectable young man and is well known in the industry.Damien will show you the ropes and he will be a huge step in the right direction to bringing more fame to us.’' Without one last fleeting look, my father sits down and resumes filing certain things

there in complete

it? This

go to open

say something, I

of rattling off into a motivating speech of human rights and self independence,

like doing is curling up into a ball and

shoulder encouragingly and I finally

at my father nor my mother and so

own self belittlement, it takes a while for me to realise I'm standing in front of my own

whispers as she pulls me into the

voice makes me snap out

her and take a seat on the bed, wrapping my arms around myself

so low I

and kneels down onto the floor

"I knew."

She says.

meet hers, hazel

see remorse swirling in them as

just makes

fuel to

you tell

I ask sharply.

leans back, stunned at

herself

am.I wanted to tell you but at the same

to plead with

him more than you

barely witnesses the side

can't do

I say forcefully.

my strong will then maybe I can convince my own self

because of work.He'll

relax me

I know that what she's saying is

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