My Revenge His Regret

Chapter 6

Analisa's POV

I pulled up in front of Ryan's building. I was about to send a text to let him know of my arrival but he came rushing out. He opens the car door and immediately gets in, smiling at me. "Good morning Analisa." I smile back. "Good morning Ryan." I put the car in drive and head to the first thing on my agenda, a photoshoot for my father's magazine.

We arrived at my father's building. I got out and really looked at the building. I hate coming here the most.

I am greeted by my mother's assistant before I even enter the building. I regret not asking whose design label I would be posing for. Of course, I should have known they do this every time. "Go ahead, lead the way."

We all walked into the building and went straight to the area my father had set up and my mother was standing scowling at the door as we entered the room. "Good morning mother. What an honor it is to see you again. Is father here as well?" I said, smiling. She raises an eyebrow. "Yes, I am surprised it is still morning with you coming this late and your father will be stopping by later so we can attend lunch as a family." I lower my head in a bow so I can roll my eyes without her seeing it.

At least I know where I get my attitude from.

"Why are you still standing there? Go get dressed!" I just walked away giving no response. Not like she would even listen to it. She never does when she is like this.

I got changed and new make-up applied along with my hair styled the way my mother prefers. I feel so uncomfortable like this, even dressing like this daily, I do not think I will ever get used to it. Not to mention having your face and body plastered everywhere for everyone to see in all types of clothing. I know I should get over the idea of living a normal life because the past can always come back to haunt me in more ways than one.

I let my mind fill with multiple thoughts until it is finally lunchtime. I changed into a dress that my mother picked out for me to wear. What a surprise. The outfit I chose this very morning was not good enough. My father led us all the way to his personal limo. So cliché, it is rather hilarious. I find myself giggling at this thought. My mother and father are both looking at me sternly while Ryan and their assistants hide amused looks. My father asked in his deep voice. "What is so funny?" I only smiled at him and slid into the limo as if he did not just ask me a question. I hear my mother mutter 'This is why she is the way she is. You are too lenient on her.'

Funny of her to say so. Neither of them allow anything less than perfection from me. I am so tired of having to please them. I never even got to have a real childhood. I pull Ryan to sit next to me instead of having him by the door, which makes my mother scoff and huff. Nothing makes her happy. I do not care at the moment. I lean my head against the window and stare at Ryan as he types away on his tablet. He is so focused and does not let my stare bother him. He is probably used to it I do it a lot. I do not mean to stare, but I cannot but help admiring how he just goes through the movement of life with such a positive attitude.

He finally paused and glanced at me. "Do you need something, Analisa?" My mother, of course, had something to say. "You allow your assistant to speak to you so casually? The pure disrespect needs to change or he needs to be fired." I sighed. "Mother, I asked him to address me with the name you gave me at birth. It gives me some form of normalcy. There is nothing you or father can do about it because I am the one to pay his check with the money I earn every single day."

"I am going to take you off the will and leave you nothing." I chuckled. "Please do, and while you are at it, release me from my modeling contract with you as well. If you could have father to do it also, it would be greatly appreciated." I know she was not expecting that response from me because she gasped. "You ungrateful girl. I..." "Enough Sabrina. Our daughter can have her assistant speak to her the way she pleases. She is correct. She hired him and she pays him. We have no right to interfere in that matter. If you want to disinherit her, then there is no need to threaten her with it. She has never asked for an inheritance because she most certainly does not need it. She has been working her whole life and earned everything she has as well as everything she will inherit from me."

I looked at my father, stunned at what he had just said while standing up to my mother. It made me slightly happy but sad at the same time, because I do not know what has become of my brother in their eyes. I do not have to wonder for long, because when my mother speaks she mentions how my brother is worthless and disappointing, not to mention costly.

Is that how she sees everyone around her that does not make loads of money or run in the same circles as her?

I felt Ryan grasp my arm, letting me know we had arrived. Time to put on my smile and hide the sadness and unease I feel. We all exit the limo and I grab my father's arm to put on a show as if we were a happy family. He gives me a smile just like my mother and I know they are pretending and faking it like I am.

I am dying inside and no one notices my only light has been Declan until I met Ryan, they both have helped me in different ways.

I did not even notice we had already made it to the table until Ryan had pulled out my seat for me. I thanked him, earning another scoff from my mother. Just because we are part of the so-called elite circle does not mean we should lose our manners.

My father asks, "So, sweetheart, are you ready for your birthday party, which is the day after tomorrow?" I hum and nod but my father tilts his head expecting a verbal answer. "Yes father, I am looking forward to it." I say with the biggest fake smile I can give. "Good I am glad because this year is going to be even more grand than any party you have ever had or attended." I instantly hesitate on a response. What he just said cannot result in anything good for me. I bite my bottom lip nervously before saying. "That is great news father." But it really is not. I feel like something bad is about to happen deep down in my gut.

Call it intuition or whatever you want to call it, but I am looking even less forward to my birthday party this year than any other year. What nightmare is to become of that day? Every year it gets worse.

I really wish my brother would attend the mentioned shitty party. It is his birthday too. If I mentioned him, would it make them mad enough to cancel the party? Would that be selfish or petty? They have not spoken of him since they let him go to boarding school at such a young age. It sickens me how they treat us like we are only assets that are useful when we do as they say. My father ordered my meal and when it arrived I was stunned yet again. The plate had grilled chicken with potatoes and asparagus. I look at both my parents multiple times before looking back at the plate. Were my parents only going to allow me to eat only once today? My mother does not allow me to eat anything heavy. According to her, potatoes and certain other vegetables can make me sick. My diet consists of fish or seafood with white rice and steamed broccoli or cauliflower, sometimes carrots and peas, plus a ton of vitamins.

I just stare at the plate not knowing if this is a test or not. My father tells me to eat, but I look at my mother, who looks agitated waiting for her to give me the okay. Which she eventually does. I only eat half of everything before putting down my utensils, resting my hands on my lap while waiting patiently for them to finish.