Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
I ignored Tina after getting the news, forcing the now tasteless meal down my throat. I had lost my appetite but I had to eat to have the stamina to face whatever Niles throws my way.
“So,” Tina began all of a sudden, “By chance when your father came to take you home, did he get too close to err…Maria or did Maria try to get close to him?”
I gave her a dirty look, “Is that what you should be asking a child?”
She scratched the back of her head, nervously.
“Moreover, between Maria and my father, who’s more liable to seduce each other” Came my question which made her mouth twitch.
I leaned towards her, “Even if my father doesn’t marry Maria, there are many other better Marias’ out there. You married a player, so live with it “
Tina was stunned by my words that she didn’t even blink until someone’s voice was heard coming in our direction.
“Alright” Austin, the head guard ended the call and said to me,
“Let’s go”
I frowned, “Go where?”
“No questioning, it’s your father’s orders”
Oh, had the punishment begun already? Fine, take me away, jailers.
So I followed after Austin peacefully knowing I was going to spend the day or two in my room; loneliness was my friend already.
But I was surprised when we didn’t head to the floor leading to my room instead to the basement level. Had Niles changed his tactics?
“Go in,” Austin held onto the metal door, urging me to move inside.
I gave him a suspicious look but relaxed otherwise having known that whatever they had in store would not kill me.
So I stepped in.
“What in the name of abomination is this?” I muttered as soon as I stepped into this empty room.
The room wasn’t exactly as large as my bedroom, more like Maria’s and the walls, painted hot pink with glitter galaxy stars. The paint was still fresh judging from the freshness and texture – Niles must have it fixed this morning while I was still asleep.
Bright bulbs illuminated the room which had no window and had surveillance cameras mounted at the corners of the room.
This was a nightmare.
The moment I turned around to leave this hellhole, the door was bang shut.
” Shit!” I cursed and rushed at the door, pounding hard on it.
“Let me out of here!”
But no effort was made to open the door, they purposely lured me in here.
Fine, they think I would break? No way, I was a tough little girl and I would win this fight.
There was no furniture in the room so I sat on the floor which was painted pink too, much to my disgust.
This was Anabelle’s wonderland, not mine, the color was nauseating to me; I really wanted to puke. The room was deadly silent and seem to be wall proofed since I couldn’t hear any sound from outside.
The pink wall clock was the only thing that reminded me that time was passing. Aside from the hourly chimes of the clock which was heightened in this silent room and the repetitive tick-tocks, my breath and the momentarily adjusting of my legs were the closest thing to a sound made.
I know what Niles was doing, he was punishing me mentally but I won’t concede, I’m a strong girl.
There must be an AC somewhere since cool air somehow flowed into this windowless room. Truth be told, I have lived in this mansion for months and I had no idea a room as this existed.
Amid the cold air, I was beginning to sweat, my fingers were shaking while my breath came in gasps. I wasn’t claustrophobic but this closed space and scene were slowly turning me into one.
The presence of these cameras was beginning to wreak havoc on my nerves- someone was probably laughing at my predicament behind those cameras.
I strode at once to the door, raving as I had finally lost it.
“Get me outta here! Get me the fuck out of here !”
Niles POV:
Cold showers became the norm of the night. Each time I closed my eyes, erotic dreams featuring Maria as my companion dominated my senses.
I knew it was my subconscious playing tricks on me. It was taking advantage of the memory of Maria in bed and replaying in my mind with its twist borrowed from my past imagination and I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed it but not when I had to relieve myself for the umpteenth time in the bathroom.
Seeing that sleeping was an unachievable feat, I stayed awake the rest of the night, using that opportunity to go about how to punish my daughter.
Isabella had inherited her mother’s manipulative trait or rather her late mother inculcated it in her. She knew I was feeling guilty for her mother’s death and tended to take advantage of that.
That was why I didn’t have the heart to spank her instead resorted to giving her punishments but it seems the girl was now immune to them.
Moreover, the idea of smacking my idea on the butt with a cane didn’t sit well with me especially after what I had experienced in the hands of Adam in the name of toughening me up; I was a man and had to be strong. So spanking my daughter was a no-go area.
But I had to come up with something, the girl was getting naughtier to the point of being morally reprehensible. Her deplorable character was beginning to become a cause for concern and if I don’t do something about it soon, I’ll truly lose this daughter of mine or she harms someone in the name of fun.
I don’t want to raise a daughter that can’t accept what’s morally right, no! I have to cut short her overgrown wings before she’s beyond redeemable.
So I went over the plans in my head throughout what’s left of the night that when the early morning came, I took a quick bath and called Austin over, giving him a list and briefed the head guard on what I wanted them to set up.
Just as I was through, my phone rang and I glanced at the caller ID, my brows furrowing when I found out it was Eden; I’m about to be given an earful.
“What is it?”
“Keep Isabella away from my daughter” Eden spat before I was even through with my words.
Well, that was expected. My villainous daughter Isabella tainted his innocent angelic daughter, Anabelle.
“There’s no need to be tense, they’re just kids who are overly curious and tend to be mischievous at times,” I said.
“I should not be tense?” There was mocking anger in his tone, “Your daughter fed my daughter alcohol and now she’s experiencing her first hangover at age ten”
“They would be eleven the next month” I blurted out before I could swallow back my words – I shouldn’t have said that.
“Are you trying to say you’re in support of what Isabella did?” Eden asked in disbelief.
“I’m not in support- heck,I’m ashamed of what the girl did and I assure you that she would be punished appropriately but what I can’t accept is you dissing my daughter “
” What?”
“Yes, I admit that Isabella led them into drinking but did she shove the drink down Anabelle’s throat?” I defended my daughter fiercely, my tone a bit higher than normal but not to the point of yelling.
“You claim your daughter is innocent, then why didn’t she refuse the drink? If she’s as good as you said, why did Anabelle accept the drink when she clearly knew it was morally wrong to do so at her age?”
It was apparent that Eden was so stunned by the turn of events that he couldn’t speak back.