Chapter 2 Shocking Revelation
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Cynthia Moore’s POV
For the following two whole months, things were calm and quiet. Felix didn't reach out to me, and I didn't want to check up on him.
That was until my grandmother Angela Jenkins' birthday.
She was one of the few family members I had in my life. So, even though I was reluctant to step foot in that house and despised those people, I still went for my grandmother's birthday.
The gift I prepared for Grandma was a necklace worth thousands of dollars, which I wanted to give to her in person. However, the maid at the villa told me she was not at home and asked me to wait.
After waiting anxiously in the lavish living room for nearly 20 minutes, the sound of a car horn echoed from outside, but it wasn't Angela who arrived.
It was my stepmother, Karen Baker, the lady of the house. She walked in with heavy makeup on her face while carrying a Hermès purse and swaying her hips.
Upon seeing me, she paused for a moment, and then her expression shifted.
Karen said, "Oh, look who's here, the little brat. You came at the right time; saves me the trouble of finding you." She always referred to me as "the little brat," and she always treated me with full resentment, as if she wished me dead. Karen continued, "Tell me. Did you take the money from your grandma to buy the house at Brussels? Give it back immediately! You murderous devil who deserves to go to hell!"
"You're the one who belongs in hell!" I gritted my teeth, trying to stop her from hurting me any further.
Over twenty years ago, Karen killed my mother, destroyed my family, beat me, and even had thugs assault me!
Back then, I was just a teenage girl! When the a ground of homeless people surrounded me, all I felt was an icy chill and utter despair!
I thought I was going to die! If it weren't for my strong will to survive, I wouldn't have fought so desperately to escape.
If I hadn't escaped, I probably would have been r***d and killed by those thugs! It would have been the most tragic death for a girl!
Karen almost took my life and ruined me! And now, she was still trying to hurt me with her words! I was not that vulnerable girl anymore!
After cursing Karen out, I simply ignored her, stood up from the couch, and decided to wait for my grandmother outside in the courtyard. I didn't want to provoke her.
However, Karen's sharp eyes caught sight of the necklace on the table.
She frantically grabbed the necklace and angrily asked, "What junk is this?" before throwing it to the floor. Afterward, a loud crash echoed, and it was too late to do anything.
The necklace had shattered into pieces on the ground.
That necklace was the gift I had prepared for my grandmother. It was worth thousands of dollars, and it was destroyed by this b***h before my grandmother could even get her hand on it!
How dare she touch the gift I got for Grandma? I couldn't take it anymore and snapped.
I pushed Karen hard, and she stumbled back a few steps before falling to the ground with a scream. She was instantly fueled by rage and lunged at me. I had no choice but to grapple with Karen, unable to care about anything else anymore. She ruined the gift I had for Grandma!
The scuffle had barely lasted a minute when suddenly, someone violently pulled me from behind and yanked me away. I turned in pain only to recognize the man before me, and before I could react, he slapped me across the face. The blow was so hard it made my ears ring and my head spin, and I crashed heavily into a pillar. The man's strength was overwhelming, and I could already taste blood in my mouth and nose.
"Go over and apologize to your stepmother this instant, you little bastard, or I'll kill you!" the older man roared, acting as if I had murdered his entire family.
He was my father, Mark Jenkins. Yes, my biological father.
Back when I was a teenager, he broke two of my ribs because I stood up to Karen. He didn't care at all whether I was his daughter or not. Oh right, he didn't care if I was even alive.
For over a decade, I'd been living this nightmare over and over!
At that time, Mark had beaten me so badly that I was covered in wounds. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and sneered defiantly, "Mark, could you at least use your brain before cursing me out? I am your daughter. When you call me a bastard, aren't you just insulting yourself?"
"Don't go soft this time, Honey!" Karen quickly egged him on from the side. "This little brat killed our son years ago. Even a hundred executions wouldn't be enough for her! I bet you don't know this. She actually conned us out of money through your mother to buy a house. It's absolutely shameless. No matter what, you have to teach her a lesson!"
Mark was enraged once again, and without saying another word, he lifted a chair toward me.
I immediately crouched on the ground, knowing there was no escape. I resigned myself to my fate and closed my eyes in despair.
But for a long time, I didn't feel the pain of the chair hitting me. Confused, I looked up, and my breath caught at the sight before me.
To my surprise, I saw the familiar face of a man. It was Felix! His large hand was tightly gripping one end of the chair, preventing it from hitting me.
How could this be?
Felix actually showed up at the critical moment and grabbed the solid wooden chair that Mark was about to smash on me. He actually intervened to protect me?!
Why would Felix be at my house? No, that's not the point. The point is, why did he jump in to save me? Am I seeing things, or has he lost his mind?
"Felix, are you trying to help her? Let go of the chair. Don't meddle in this!" Karen shouted.
Felix yanked the chair out of Mark's hand and tossed it aside. His voice was cold when he spoke, "I don't care what's going on in your family. I just don't want any bloodshed to happen before Bree and I get married!"
Bree? Felix's fiancée is Brittany Jenkins?! So, my year-long friend with benefits is actually my... brother-in-law?!
I looked up in shock.
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