Damien got into his car, aggravated. He hated being controlled by his father, trying to look for different ways to get out of this trouble, but he couldn't. Marriage seemed like the best option. He knew his father was up to something, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
"Kyra Santori... Kyra Santori... The Santoris," he kept repeating, trying to figure it out. There was something off. Taking his phone, he dialed a number. It rang once, then was answered.
"Yes, boss."
"Get me everything on Alessio Santori's daughter."
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't think he has a daughter. At least nothing on record "
"He does. Get me the information by tonight."
"Yes, boss."
He sighed, starting the car and exiting the mansion. He had too many problems, and adding marriage to the mix was not what he wanted. If Alessio really had a daughter, why keep her hidden? What the fuck is he hiding? He hated being played like this. If he finds out his father was planning anything stupid, he promised to destroy everything—and end the Santori bloodline.
"Your dad is asking for you. He said you should go wedding shopping with your sister." The nanny's voice came softly, but it still stung.I sat there, curled up on my bed, clutching a pillow
"Nanny," I whispered, not looking at her. "Do you think this is right? My own father is handing me over to that psychopath. He doesn't even care if I live or die. Is he really my father?" My voice was barely a whisper
She walked over slowly, kneeling beside me like she used to when I was a child who'd scraped her knee."It's not my place to say, sweetheart," she said, gently wiping my face . "But all I can say is—you're stronger than you think. Don't let anyone see you fall. Don't easily believe what others say they can be rumors"
Her words tried to comfort me, but they didn't stop the ache in my chest. As I could see pity in her eyes
"Get up now," she said, brushing hair from my damp forehead. "You've been crying since yesterday. Your eyes are all swollen. Take a shower. They're waiting."
I didn't want to move, but I did. Somehow, I did.
The water from the shower was hot, but not enough to burn away the numbness. I got dressed slowly. Everything felt mechanical, like my body moved but my heart stayed in that bed, curled up and broken.When I stepped out of my room, Jessica was standing in the hallway—perfect as ever.
"Finally," she huffed. "I've been waiting. Daddy says we should go shopping."
I didn't say anything. I didn't have the strength to argue with her.
She turned and walked ahead like she didn't even notice my me. We got into the car. It smelled of expensive leather and faint perfume—hers, off course.
Jessica reached into her purse and tossed me a pair of sunglasses."Cover your eyes," she said flatly. "You look horrible."
"No, thank you," I muttered, refusing to take them.
She sighed in irritation and looked away, but I didn't care. I faced the window, I couldn't help to wonder if I wasn't born like this what if I had loving parents and siblings, my mom was considered the "other woman " because she actually is my dad already have 3 sons and a daughter before my mom came, yet she'll wholly lay her life down for him always saying if not for him we'd have nothing. I always wanted a peaceful life weather rich or poor maybe that's why I choose Nico, he loved me more than I love me and I guess it made me feel secure
"We are here " she brought me out of my thoughts, I didn't even realize I was crying
As the car pulled out of the driveway, I leaned my head against the window, trying to clean my tears, my mind drifted to Nico— his caring voice, his firm hands and chest, the way he used to look at me like am his world, I remember how I lay on his chest and he sings me beautiful songs till I fall asleep his warmth every f"""" thing was great about him. But that was before.
Before my father decided to trade me away like I meant nothing.