Chapter 2
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Myrcella's POV
I walked into the living room about thirty minutes later and found my dad, Irene and Olivia seated waiting for me.
"Oh good, she's finally here." Irene said with a big smile on her face.
"Dad, what's going on?" I asked, worry written all over me.
"Myrcella darling, please sit down," he said, trying to ease the tension I was in.
"I'm gonna go straight to the point." He began.
"I've been in talks with representatives from ApexSynergy Holdings. They are looking to expand into shipping and logistics, which you know our company is the best in the country, and we have agreed to a merger."
"Okay. So what has that got to do with me?" I asked, still confused.
"Well, to spare you the long and boring details, you will be married to one of the sons of Walter Harington in order for the merger to be solidified.
I was taken aback for a while, and I was dumbfounded as the words he said sank into my brain. "Marriage?" I managed to say after a while.
"Yes dear. You always wanted to prove you were a part of this family, right? Well, here's your chance." Irene chipped in while Olivia maintained the smirk on her face.
"I won't do it," I found myself saying. Right after I said the words, I realized myself. But then I stood my ground.
"What did you say?" Irene hissed, rising to her feet.
"I said I won't do it!" I yelled and ran upstairs to my room.
"Myrcella get back here this instant!" I heard Irene scream as I shut the door to my room and locked it. Fresh hot tears threatened to burst from my eyes as I sat down in a corner thinking about what had just happened and how I was going to escape this.
"Dad, you had better figure out a way to make your business work without me. Because I sure as hell am too beautiful and young to be married to him." I heard Olivia's voice from downstairs.
"Better make Myrcella do it because I have my own life to live!" She yelled, and I heard the front door open and shut.
My chest felt very tight, and I just wanted to scream. I thought of calling my mum, but i remembered she had a chemotherapy session today, and she would be too tired and weak to comfort me. This was the last one she could afford as we had exhausted our little savings for her treatments. I picked up my phone regardless and saw that I got a text a few hours ago from Dylan.
It read, "Hey baby, I'm back from my trip. I know you wouldn't be free to come over if I asked you to. I'll call you later. XOXO."
I jumped up from the floor in excitement as I read the text. He's finally back.
"I'm coming over right now," I texted back.
I didn't bother to change my clothes and made to open my door when I remembered what happened downstairs a few minutes ago. I have to avoid them for now. I opened my window and skillfully snuck out, as I had done many times in the past to see Dylan. My body still hurt from my fall down the stairs, but I was too excited to care as I rushed over to his house. I missed him, he had been gone for two months.
Getting to his house, I knocked and didn't get a response. I tried the handle and, surprisingly, the door was open, so I entered. The sight I got wiped away the smile on my face, replacing it with a confused look and made my heart skip. I slowly walked around and saw a lady's shoe, bag, dress....bra. It then occurred to me what I had just walked into. I started hearing sounds from his bedroom as the door was slightly open. I should have turned back and left the house immediately, but I approached slowly. I wanted to turn back, I didn't want to see whatever was happening in that room, but I needed to be sure what was going on. I could hear my heart pounding hard in my chest until the s*x sounds became clearer.
"Ahnnnn"
"Y.. you're so...so..gooooood f**k!
"Harder, please don't st..op"
"Ann"
"Yes...yes baby...You're gonna make me....."
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I opened the door and saw what I saw. I wished I had left when I had the chance.
I was frozen to the spot. I couldn't believe my eyes. Right in front of me was my boyfriend, and my step sister's best friend in the middle of what you'd call s*x.
I thought coming to meet him would take my sadness and pains away, but I was wrong, it added to it instead.
Chloe saw me in the doorway and rolled her eyes. She really had no shame.
"Urgh! What are you doing here?" She snapped at me without remorse.
"Ella! Why are you here? I didn't ask you to come over!" He sounded upset. Shouldn't I be the one upset here?
"Dylan….." my voice broke.
"Why? And of all people, it had to be her? I always confined in you how she and Olivia treated me like a piece of rag and here you are, f**king her?" The tears flowed freely down my cheeks now.
"Look, I didn't mean for you to find out this way. I'm sorry," he said.
Before he could utter another word, I ran out of the house amidst him calling my name. I ran as fast as I could.
When I finally got home, I went straight to my room and locked the door. I rested my back on the door as I sat on the floor folding my knees up to cross my arms around it and rested my head as I sobbed. I never pictured it going that way. I never thought Dylan would do such to me. The pain I felt was twice all I had endured.
I stood up and found some pictures of him and tore them to pieces.
"Argggggggghhhhhhh" I screamed into a pillow. It's unfair. Everything is unfair to me. I cuddled my pillow and kept on crying,
I needed to think. What do I do now? Where do I go from here? Just then, an idea came to mind. I wiped my face and went to my dad's study. "Dad, I'll do it."
He looked at me like he was a bit confused about what I meant.
"I'll marry whoever that person is for your merger." As the words came from my mouth, I almost started to regret it.
"But on one condition," I quickly added.
"What is it you want?" He sounded desperate. He must really want this merger to work out.
"I'm sure you're aware that mum has cancer. I'll marry him on the condition that you pay for her treatment," I said with all confidence.
He nodded in affirmation and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Consider it done."
"Myrcella," he called my name as I turned to leave.
"You know I don't hate you." He said with an expression of guilt on his face.
"I'm sorry, Myrcella…….for everything." He ended.
I simply turned around and left his study.
As I turned to go downstairs to get something to eat, Irene came out of her bedroom.
"Sorry to break it to you, but you're grounded until you accept that marriage proposal. In fact, you're banned from leaving this house entirely," she said, and I scoffed.
"No need for that. I've already agreed." I replied and walked past her straight down the stairs.
A couple of days had passed without much drama. I didn't even go to school. I was truly living like a shadow. I was going downstairs when I heard my stepmom and Olivia talking in the kitchen. I stood beside the door and listened.
"Why did you reject to marry George Harrington? He's really rich and that would have been a great opportunity for you,"Irene was saying.
"Mom, I don't want to get married yet. I'm only twenty-two and I need to live my life to the fullest before I settle down. Besides, I heard he's all stuck up and serious. How can I get married to that? To crown it all, he's in his thirties! Yuck! He's like ten years older than I am. I'll feel like his daughter or something." Olivia grumbled.
"I bet he is ugly in person, judging by his age."
She added.
"C'mon Olivia!" Her mum snapped.
"What? He doesn't have any fun. All his pictures on social media are of him in a cooperate environment. An office or a function or an interview, just no fun. I'd rather be shot in the head than be stuck in marriage with such a lifeless person." She finished and rolled her eyes.
"Besides, Myrcella already agreed to it, so why the fuss?" Olivia said after a while.
'Well, like I said honey, he's rich!" Irene sighed. "I just hope you don't regret this decision you're making." She added.
I had heard enough, so I quietly went to my room. What was I thinking agreeing to marry someone I had never even met? What if he is violent? I knew nothing about him!
I went back and forth in my room. What do I do? How can I escape this? I had everything to loose getting married to him. How would I fight for my right if I was already married?
I looked over to my wardrobe and saw my clothes, my pictures, everything. I decided to leave. I will leave this house and I will do so for good. Speaking of which, however it turns out to be, I would come back and get what is mine.
I couldn't figure out what to take. After minutes of endless thinking, I packed a few of my belongings and made to leave the house.
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