wrong proposal

chapter 3

Chapter three

“I miss you.”

My voice cried out with sadness as I clutched the bracelets she gave me before passing away.

I had never met her, because she died like 9 minutes after I was born. But I never failed to imagine life with her.

I imagine what she looked like.

I imagine her braiding my hair.

I imagine my head on her lap, her telling me a bedtime story.

The tears slowly slip down my eyes.

“I'm sorry for being a disappointment… and I wish you were here, Mom.”

“Talking to yourself again?”

Troy's voice breaks through, cutting through my emotions. I turn and see him standing by my door. Leaning with his stupid smirk on his face.

I quickly wipe my face.

“I didn't remember telling you to come in,” I answer, trying to sound rude.

He walks into my room, eyes locked on my body with lust in his eyes. That his mischievous smile seems to grow wider as he steps closer to me

“Come on, step sis… After seeing what happened to you with Kai, the proposal and Dad… I had to comfort you.”

I stand, my hands behind me, searching for anything to defend myself in case he tries to touch me again.

“What do you want again, Troy? We are not doing this again.”

He grabs my hand, drawing me towards his chest as his height imposes on me. I try to free myself, but his grip is just too strong.

He twists my arms, swings me and pins me. My arm from my back, his lips kissing my neck as he whispers into my ear

“Lie that you don't like it anytime I touch you.”

“Let me go, Troy... you're hurting me.” I struggle, but he's just too strong…

“I want you, Alexa. I can help you… You don't have to marry Diego. Convince your father; let's be together so I can take his empire, and your father won't see you as a failure again.”

His words are slick, but not slick enough to arouse me.

“You’re my stepbrother; why would you even think that?”

“We aren't blood, Alexa.”

“My father doesn't even trust you, and I don't.”

His hands begin to trail into my shirt, soft on my skin that I almost begin to moan. His hands almost reach my n*****s, and I continue to struggle to free myself.

“Troy, let me go… you’re hurting me.”

His voice, calm in my ear

“How long do you plan to resist me?”

“LET her go, Troy.”

My dad's deep and commanding voice breaks through, and Troy releases me immediately. Stepping aside like he wasn't trying to r**e me.

“Pops,” he said, smiling sheepishly, “me and Alexa were just…”

“Save it,” my dad cuts him mid-sentence. “Leave,” he commands Troy, and Troy walks out, his eyes still on me, filled with lust.

My dad turned to me, and I could see the disgust in his eyes. The contempt, the agitation in his eyes as he walked towards me

“You're an embarrassment; you can't even stand up to your own stepbrother. So if I hadn't walked in, you would have let him keep touching you like a whore.”

I roll my eyes, fed up with his constant insult.

“Please, Father... It's enough for a day.”

He just continues to stare right through me…probably imagining the worst.

“Why are you here?” I ask the obvious question.

“He's here.”

I freeze.

“He was in… Diego Pascal?"

He nods, surprise written on my face.

“But… Why? I thought you said tomorrow.”

“He called in; you’re leaving today. ”.

I wasn't ready, not mentally, not today… I grab my dad's hand, trying to convince him, 'Let's do it tomorrow.'

“Please, I'm a mess right now, Dad. Tomorrow we'll go, sign the papers and everything. But not today, please.”

A flicker of remorse flashes in her eyes but is quickly replaced with something else.

“I'm sorry, darling; it has to be today.” He nods to one of his guards to grab my bags as he grabs my hands.

“Just follow me; he's waiting downstairs… and don't say a word,” he says, and I follow.

I felt lifeless. When will all this end? As we walked downstairs and the guard followed close with my bags, I began to wonder how my life was going to be.

I've heard of Diego Pascal, how ruthless and rich he was, but I had never seen him. I always imagined him with horns and long claws because of the terrible things he did to rise, and now… I'm his mistress.

We finally walk to where he is, and I see guards flooding this particular figure. My father signals me to stand there while he goes to talk to Diego, and I obey.

He walks over to him, and I stretch my neck trying to catch a glimpse of this mighty Diego.

I struggle to see him until he stands.

I had to look twice.

Yeah, he definitely didn't have claws and horns; he was dashing.

I always imagined him as a middle-aged man from 40 upwards.

I was wrong.

So wrong…

He was definitely not even up to 30.

And for the stories I heard about him, it was hard to believe someone like that could do that.

The weird part was that… he looked familiar. I kept staring at him as he and my dad chatted, discussing, planning... I kept on looking… until he turned...

His blue eyes directly at mine, I quickly looked away… my cheeks flushing red…

He began to walk towards me, my father by his side and the guards flanking him. And in seconds they stood in front of me.

“Lift your head, Lexa,” my father commanded.

My palms are sweaty.

As I slowly lifted my eyes to meet him, he paused…

No smile

No smirk…

He looked into my eyes a bit too long, and I couldn't look away either... He turns to my dad.

“So you want me to take your daughter as my wife, just so I can protect your legacy when you die.”

His deep voice questions my father.

“Yes, all I want is for my legacy to live on. And for you to protect my daughter. You are my last option, and I have no son, no brother, no friend who will take on my empire when I die.”

“And her?” Diego asks, pointing at me.

“She's not ready,” he answers.

And for the first time, Diego smiles. “You know, I've never liked you, Walter.”

Diego replies.

“But you're a smart man for this decision; I'll take her.” He turns back to me.

I can feel his eyes trailing over my body. before Turning back to my dad

“I will take her, and don't worry… your legacy will live forever under my wings.”

They shake.

He smiled.

And Diego says.

“You’re a smart man, Walter, but what made you think I would come into my enemy’s house without taking his head with me?”

The confusion in my father's eyes resonates with me.

“I've always wanted to see your corpse at my feet, so I guess dreams do come true.”

Gunshot.

In a blink of an eye, I saw my father's blood spill on the ground, his lifeless body in a pool of his blood.

My eyes widened.

A wave of shock ran through

I couldn't scream.

I wanted to cry… but it felt like I couldn't blink.

I stood there, watching him helplessly gasping for air.

Blood poured from him.

His eyes faded to black until he drew his final breath.

And Diego just stood there, a smile of victory on his face as he watched my father die.

And then Diego just casually turned to me… a smirk on his face.

“Take her.” His hands grab my neck, tilting it upwards to his gaze… my tears are pouring out…

My body reeling in shock from just seeing my father die in front of me, and I manage to stammer out his name, “D…Da…Dad…”

He smiles at me without remorse.

“Your father wanted me to take you as my wife, but I'll take you as my whore.”