Chapter 33:
I was still drowning in the bottomless abyss of self-pity and anger when my father’s roars jolted me awake. My heart did a quick flip as I noticed his eyes turn pitch black.
Panic seized my heart as he let out another roar before dashing toward Valerie, seizing her by the collar of her dress. All my life, I had only seen my father blinded by anger once—never again, until now.
He rarely roared unless his blood was boiling with rage. My heart pounded fast against my ribs when I glanced at his sharp claws slipping in and out of his fingers.
That was it. Once he was consumed by his deadly rage, there was no going back. It was either he got killed, or he killed.
I needed no soothsayer to tell me that Valerie had dug her grave with her own hands by playing a fast one on my father. She had beaten the war drums; now, she must be ready to dance to its consequences.
She deserved whatever came to her. She was a horrible person.
My father’s rage filled the room so intensely that its strong scent began to suffocate me. I had to leave before things got messy.
“Who is that wretched lover of yours?” he demanded. I gulped down the bile in my throat when I saw the vein on his forehead pop out as he spoke.
“It’s Carson. It wasn’t his fault. I made him do it,” she screamed desperately, struggling to get my father’s attention before he acted irrationally.
My father’s head tilted toward her as disbelief washed over him. “Carson? My driver?” he said in shock. “He didn’t—”
“Shut up, bitch! You mean to tell me I wasn’t the only one you were seeing? You stooped so low as to have sex with my driver?” Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to digest the revelation.
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“I was lonely, and you were not always around…” she tried to explain.
“That’s so lame. To even think that I was fucking you all these while without knowing you offered your pussy on a platter of Gold to some nuisance, that good-for-nothing gold-digger!”
“Are you that cheap? You don’t mind spreading your filthy legs for any Dick and Harry that comes your way. You were supposed to be my mistress, mine alone. But here you are, fucking some driver until you gave birth to a bastard child!” he exclaimed, wild with rage. Wrath and disdain dripped from his voice.
A gush of disbelief swept through me as I fixed my gaze on my irate father. I thought he cherished Nathalia and worshiped the ground she walked on. I thought the bond between him and Nathalia was inseparable, a result of the years he spent nurturing her.
I thought the love between them was unbreakable, but now I knew that it was easier to hate someone than to love them. Love could vanish in the blink of an eye.
It saddened my heart to see how quickly he reduced her by calling her a bastard child. Did that mean the love he had for her had expired?
Pity replaced the fury I felt toward Nathalia. She was going through the toughest time in her life. It was crazy how she lost everything she loved dearly because of her mother’s selfishness.
My heart bled as tears streamed down her face. My father wouldn’t even look at her.
