Veiled Desires

EPISODE 1

"Ouch my face hurts" but I can't quit this job or my family will starve

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Amelia the daughter of Jake Forbes, a one-time second richest man in all of Stockholm. Well that was our grace days because the tables have turned out to be grass. I do a 9-5 job in a bakery and because my dad was linked with fraud, he can't get a new job in a reputable institution and my mom? Down with parkinsonism and can barely do anything for herself.

My brother Jimmy is a drunkard and always makes a mess of the family name well not like it's not a mess already. I studied accounting and human resources in Finland, a degree I feel is almost a waste because I can't seem to get a good job despite three years of graduation, even with my work experience in a top accounting firm. Well courtesy of my dad's ugly past, which he never admits to.

I work in "Tastie", a small dilapidated bakery just 15 minutes' walk from my home. Atleast I don't get to spend on cabs except I'm extremely late. Today I had to work overtime and was paid only $2 for my stress, well this is the highest I've got from working past normal time. My boss? Too greedy, pays my colleague Charlie two times my wage but then it's just the two of us producing enough pastries to serve the neighborhood. I do most of the work though, perhaps because I'm that hardworking young girl who doesn't need her boss's direction to do the needful well at the expense of my self dignity though. I get a lot of slaps just like I did today for not finishing my job earlier(well not like it's anything new) the sound of Kpa Kpa and a third one on the left has become routine not like my tears will change anything.

On my way home I hear the buzzing sounds of beautiful cars, this is Stockholm, a place full of the richest personalities in all of Sweden. The feeling gets nostalgic sometimes when I recall the good old days when my driver would take me anywhere and back and I walked with shoulders held up high, daughter of the Almighty Jake Forbes, whose company is now being controlled by The Dallian Brute, same guy my dad accuses of stealing his company and framing him up. Well that's the narrative we have believed for the past five years but I'm still thankful to him though he bought my dad's shares for double the worth and that helped my dad escape prison after paying the gruesome amount and released on bail.

So funny life is, I grew up believing I was going to head the accounts department or atleast human resource and my brother CEO. That inspired my course of study and here we are. Sometimes I feel like going to reclaim my dad's company I so badly want to, but trust me that's a huge dream.

I'm home now and there goes my dad's thundering voice "Little Witch" yeah that's what he calls me, he believes I'm part of his misfortune for my endless refusals to marry Julian, the son of the Ultimate Chief Justice of the federation whose only condition was that I marry his son. The chief Justice, Oscar Bosch, the most influential man as far as his profession is concerned. Also reputable for his backstabbing and bridging of contract terms and always getting away with it. How sure am I that he will keep to his own part of the bargain considering the tough incriminating evidence against my dad and what would be his other prize my father's soul? Heck no!!!

His son, short with flat nose and elf ears. I would have coped if he wasn't so arrogant and tried to rape me on our first date. No respect for women is a big no for me, well not like I completely had a choice I might cope with a man almost half my size but not with a family that bridges a contract that would mean hell for my family too and I'll be stuck at a point of no return. My dad doesn't understand this, the very fact that I'm looking out for him.

"So you kept me hungry all day waiting for heaven to fall before I get my dinner", he thunders again.

While I'm trying to make my way to the kitchen I receive a huge slap Voom it sounds, yeah I managed to escape well almost because his think hand still landed on my cheek but I'm grateful I discovered on time because his slap always leaves a scar.

Here I am in the kitchen preparing dinner and wishing I were not born at all, my dad hates me with so much passion and my brother has nothing to write home about he's probably in the club squandering the $35 I saved up for groceries which he will never open up to. My mum walks in, "Lia" she calls. I didn't have to see her face to know who was calling"only her calls me that". Mum I answered, forgetting my face was soaked with tears which I never usually want her to see. She's more emotional than I am, and I pretend so hard to be the strong one who can take anything to give her as much courage or hope. She has attempted suicide ten times since my return from Finland and I never want her to contemplate the thought how much more executing it.

She's not a fan of how my dad treats me but what can she do? My dad is a no nonsense man and listens to no one. Well this is the new part of him that I didn't grow up knowing we are all getting used to this part of him.

You are crying again, no mom! I wipe my face with my left arm pretending nothing ever happened.

And there goes a car beep, Who could it be? My mum rushes off