Disciplining The Hockey Star

Fate Changed

Upon realizing her mistake, Andrea collapsed onto the floor, clutching her lower belly tighter with an exaggerated distress. “Ah, my belly! It hurt so much!” She cried, ignoring the fact that the blood bag was already out in public for everyone to see.

Andrew was the first to speak, his response was not of anger but of guilt directed toward me. “Beverly, please understand, Andrea is still very young. Don’t hold this against her…” I scoffed out loud as I had heard this excuse too many times.

“Of course, I wouldn’t retaliate if a dog bit me. After all, it picks up such behavior from its owners, right?”

With a final sneer that cut through the tense air, I shouldered my modest bag and strode toward the door, my steps resolute and unwavering.

On the contrary, I did not look back at the family I was leaving behind or at the estate I had lived in for twenty years.

On the other hand, the trio I left behind seethed in fury as they watched me leave without looking bothered or looking back.

Outside, the driver waited, oblivious to the turmoil that had unfolded within the walls of the Queen's family’s house.

Since Andreas's return, my respect from the household staff had waned significantly; even the driver withheld the customary greeting as I approached. Ignoring his presence, I strode past him, my posture straight with resolve.

Suddenly, the driver caught up to me with a hint of urgency in his steps, and called out, “Beverly, I have been told to drive you to your destination.”

Upon hearing that, I halted, turning slightly to answer him, my tone icy. “No need for that. Starting today, I have nothing to do with the Queens family.”

With those final words, I hailed a cab and told the driver the address Andrew had previously sent to my phone.

The destination was a humble, rundown village, far from the luxury I had known.

Upon arriving, I noticed the disrepair of my biological parents’ home, the air filled with muffled cries that pulled at her heart.

Stepping inside, I saw many people, yet, the difference was impossible to miss as there stood a man in a sharp, expensive suit, his power shielded by a wall of stony-faced bodyguards.

Directly across from him, a couple in tattered, dusty clothes wept openly, it was a collision of two worlds, one defined by cold wealth and protection, the other by raw grief and poverty.

As I absorbed the surreal scene, the man turned, his eyes filled with redness and disbelief.

In the next moment, he rushed toward me, his arms wide open. “Oh my dear, it’s really you. I can’t believe that you’re really alive!” The tall, imposing man’s voice broke with emotion.

I stood there bewildered, ‘Who was this man, and why was he acting like that?’ I took in the teary gazes of the peasant couple before me.

My voice, shaky with confusion, finally broke the silence. “Mom, Dad, what’s happening?” I asked the two couples whom I recognized as Andrea's former parents, now my very own parents.

Just as my voice receded, the male servant sighed heavily, his voice weary with the weight of untold truths. “Beverly, the truth is that we are not your real parents, not you or Andrea. You’re not ours, our baby died at birth.” He paused, motioning toward the well-dressed man. “This man is your real father.” He said and that word hit the back of my head, causing a buzzing sound in my ear, and my head spinning as my eyes flickered to the stranger, noting the undeniable similarities in our features.

The man reading my mind, produced a document from his briefcase, his hand trembling slightly. “Beverly, the first time I saw you at the hospital, something about you struck me, though I dismissed it then,” he explained, his voice choking with emotion. “After hearing about the Queens’ reunion with their real daughter, I had to know if perhaps there had been a mistake. This paternity test confirms my suspicions, you are indeed my daughter.”

Taking the report, I saw the undeniable proof in black and white. In fact, even without it, our similar looks spoke volumes.

At this very moment, I was stunned beyond words that my response was a silence filled with irregular thoughts.

This revelation, this new twist in my already complex narrative, overwhelmed the f..ck out of me.

‘What is this? A cruel joke? Perhaps the universe is playing with me.’ I mumbled, reeling in the truth that I had just discovered.

The man continued, “I know, it’s a lot to take in at once. But this is the truth, the night you were born, there was a tragic explosion at the hospital that placed the hospital in turmoil, and that made three families have their lives unknowingly intertwined. This couple’s child was declared dead and mistakenly given to us; you ended up with the Queens, and Andrea was brought here.”

“Your mother and I were devastated, thinking we had lost you,” he added, his eyes moistening. “You have no idea how much this affected your mother, you’re our planned blessing we thought we had lost years ago. She’s waiting anxiously at the hotel, hoping to finally meet you.” Although still in shock, I was moved by his sincerity, and without thinking, I nodded slowly, my gaze shifting back to the servants who had just gotten the worst news of their lives.

The suited man’s voice softened as he promised, “This was all an accident, and we’re all victims. They too are victims in this. I intend to offer them compensation for their loss.”

Saying that, the servant waved his hand dismissively, his voice firm. “This isn’t your fault, it’s our ill fate. So we don’t need compensation; knowing the truth already is enough for us.” His voice carried a hint of tiredness mixed with a subtle disappointment as he spoke.

On the contrary, his relationship with Andrea whom he and his wife had raised as their own, had soured immediately when she reunited with her biological family as she had ceased all communication with them.

“Don’t pity this old man, go home now. It’s not often a family finds their way back to each other, don't waste your time lingering here,” he said, his expression a mixture of sadness and detachment as he guided the elegantly dressed man and me to the door.

Without a word but bewilderment, I followed my new acclaimed father toward a gleaming Rolls-Royce parked by the curb.

The opulence of the vehicle was a clear difference from the modest home I had just exited.

“Beverly, I am George Adam, your father. Henceforth, I’m here for you, whatever you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” the man said, his voice soft but firm.

Slowly, the realization dawned on me that George Adam was not just a wealthy man, he was old money, the president of the Adam Group, one of the major families in the Four Alliance, and the richest man in Rockduo.

The implications of my newfound lineage slowly began to settle in, heavy and profound.

Meanwhile, I nodded slowly, finding it fascinating that once rejected but now accepted to the main society my former parents are dying to join.

I wonder how their faces would be once they know that I am part of the Adams now.

Not long after we had left the dilapidated village, I received a pop-up notification in my email on my phone.

A congratulatory message; ‘Hi, Miss Beverly, your scholarship admission to Rockduo University has been approved. Kindly be there for your onboarding.’

I glanced at the message and was a bit excited, this was my dream school, but for some reason, the Queens withdrew their support and had asked me to quit Rockduo since Andrea would be attending the university.

Their reason; ‘Andrea is just getting familiar and shouldn’t have to compete with me as the heiress of the Queens. Therefore step down and let her study at the Rockduo College. We will enroll you in another school.’ Andrew Queen had said, aware of the effort I had put into getting into Rockduo as a law student.

Knowing that I had fallen out of favor with the Queen, I secretly applied for a scholarship, who would’ve known it would arrive now?

I stared at the screen with dimmed eyes not knowing what to do with this news now, “What are you looking at?” George Adam asked.

I flipped my screen locked, “nothing.” I replied and he nodded and with that, we continued the drive.

‘I’ll just take on the scholarship, it doesn’t mean that if I have the richest man as my father.’ I nodded in finality.