Unexpected chaos
1370 Words
MILLIE-ROSE'S POV
It had been almost one week since Lionel and I returned and started living with Braham, and I hadn't started doing anything I'd planned when I decided to come home.
Braham wanted me to rest and strategize before taking action. He wanted me to move when no one expected it, so for now I just had to let them think I was coming and watch them wait in vain.
It was a great strategy, and I loved it.
I'd been in the house since then, and it felt like forever. Braham didn't pressure me for anything, and whenever we needed something, he went out with Lionel.
Their father-son bonding was going well, even though we still hadn't told Leo that Braham was his father.
"Braham, we need to get some things," I said while he was playing video games with Leo. "I don't know how you men live, but that's not how things are done in real life."
"Yes, your majesty." He said it playfully, not even looking away from the screen. "Tell us whatever you want and your men will get it for you before you know it."
"I'm going myself. You won't know exactly what I need." I stood, already heading for my jacket. "And I'm already prepared, so you both can get ready. Let's go."
"You don't have to. You can just tell us what…"
"I'll go, Braham. I'm tired of feeling caged." I met his eyes. "I know what you're afraid of, but it won't happen."
Braham studied me for a moment, clearly about to argue, when Lionel chimed in.
"Braham, you still don't know my mama." Leo set down his controller, completely serious. "She takes a lot of time to think about something before making a decision, but once she decides, it's final. So don't bother trying to convince her. Let's just go."
I stared at my son, stunned. He was only three, but somehow he'd read me better than most adults ever had.
"Thank you, baby." I kissed his forehead, my chest tight.
Braham sighed in defeat. "Alright. But I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
………
The ride to the mall was quiet. Peaceful, even.
Braham placed Lionel in a shopping cart and pushed while I walked beside them, deliberately picking only what we needed.
Spending those years alone with my son had taught me so many things, including being frugal and managing money properly. No matter how chaotic shopping got, I only ever bought what I actually needed.
I was reaching for a set of towels when a loud voice shattered the calm.
"MILLIE-ROSE! Are you done hiding?"
I froze.
No.
I turned slowly, and there she was.
Sabrina. My stepmother.
She stood in the middle of the aisle, perfectly dressed, hair immaculate, phone in hand. And she was staring directly at me.
I had a scarf tied under my jaw and dark sunglasses covering half my face. How the hell did she recognize me?
"You intentionally ran away for four years!" Her voice carried across the store, loud and accusatory. "After sleeping around and getting pregnant with a bastard!"
People stopped. Phones came out. The crowd began to gather.
Then she did something I didn't expect.
She collapsed to the floor dramatically, like an actress in a bad soap opera.
"Your father and I suffered so much!" She burst into tears, her voice trembling. "We spent everything trying to find you, trying to redeem you! We even fell into debt! And because of you…because of YOUR actions…your father is in jail!"
The whispers started immediately. I could feel the judgment, the curiosity, the phones recording every second.
I glanced at Braham. He was already moving toward her, fury written across his face.
I grabbed his arm.
"I'll handle this," I whispered. "Just take Lionel out of here."
His jaw tightened. "Millie…"
"Please."
He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded. He turned the cart and started pushing Leo toward the exit, shielding him from the cameras.
I turned back to Sabrina, who was still on the floor, sobbing for her audience.
"Why is he running away with your bastard?" she called after Braham, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Is he ashamed of being seen with a sly, betraying cheat?"
Something inside me snapped.
"Sabrina." My voice was low, deadly calm. "The next thing you say about my son will cost you your tongue."
I wasn't threatening her. I was promising. And she knew it.
Her tears stopped. Just for a second, I saw the calculation in her eyes.
"Oh, so it's come to this?" She climbed to her feet, playing the victim again. "Threatening your own mother? The woman who suffered for you?"
"Who did you suffer for?" I stepped closer, and she actually stepped back. "And whose mother are you? Take a good look at me, Sabrina. Do I look like Martha? No. So don't ever call yourself my mother again."
I turned to the crowd, to all those phones pointed at me, and laughed bitterly.
"Do you think I'm scared of you filming me? Of hearing her lies?" I turned back to her. "Did you even bother to tell them that you and your husband maltreated me? That you enjoyed the wealth my mother left behind for me?"
She opened her mouth to speak.
I held up a hand.
"You want to play victim? After you supported your daughter sleeping with my fiancé the day before our wedding? And then she married him the next day?"
The crowd gasped.
Good. Let them hear it. Let them know.
"You and your husband exploited me since I was four years old," I continued, my voice rising. "After getting rid of my mother. Because just like your daughter, you cheated your way into my father's life."
"That's not…" Sabrina started.
"My mother was still alive when you had Martha," I cut her off. "As a matter of fact, I was barely seven months old when your daughter was born. Meaning you and my father were cheating all along, and he kept pretending he loved my innocent mother."
Another gasp rippled through the crowd.
"You two enjoyed my mother's wealth while making me suffer. Then you decided you needed more money, so you made me an actress and a model at four years old. You ruined my childhood. You ruined my life."
I stepped even closer, until we were face to face.
"But guess what, Sabrina? Not anymore."
For once, she had nothing to say.
Then I felt someone grab my arm…a woman's hand, firm but gentle.
"Let's go, Millie." Callie's voice was urgent in my ear. "There are reporters everywhere now."
I turned and saw her, and my heart softened slightly. She'd come for me.
"Come on," she urged, already pulling me toward the back of the store.
The crowd followed, but Callie moved fast, leading me through aisles and toward the fire exit. By the time we burst outside, there was another crowd of reporters waiting.
She led me to a car…not Braham's. I got in anyway and saw Renan in the driver's seat.
He started driving immediately, not saying a word.
"Braham took Leo home as soon as the reporters started swarming," Callie said from the backseat, breathless. "He said he didn't want to do anything to them since you asked him not to."
I nodded numbly, staring out the window as we sped away.
My phone started buzzing. Notifications. Dozens of them. Hundreds.
I pulled it out with shaking hands.
The video was already everywhere.
#MillieRoseHarvey was trending.
And this time, I hadn't run.
This time, I'd fought back.
"Are you okay?" Callie asked quietly.
Was I?
I'd just exposed my family's dirty secrets to the entire world. I'd called out Sabrina in public. I'd made myself a target all over again.
But I'd also told the truth.
For the first time in my life, I'd stood up and told the truth.
"Yeah," I said finally, my voice steady. "I'm okay."
And surprisingly, I meant it.
Whatever came next, I'd face it.
Because I was done running.
I was done hiding.
And I was done letting them win.
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