Confused Love

MINE

CHAPTER 3

RYAN!!! He screamed through gritted teeth as he walked past the corridor. The maids that were passing looked at him as he passed and started their unending chattering.

*He's so hot that I can't look.

*He's too handsome to be a human.

*I'd do anything to be in his arms right now.

*I can die without regret right now; I've seen an angel.

Damien ignored all their comments as he went down the stairs. His mind was filled with questions: Why would Ryan want Trisha? Why on earth is he thirsty for what is his so badly? Why Trisha? He kept asking himself again and again.

*MADAM NANCY'S ROOM ‹ 9:40 pm ›

Emily is currently on the bed while Imogen is sending daggers to Trisha with her eyes. Trisha is standing close to the door with Madam Nancy in front of her.

"I'm sorry, but I really can't put that dress on for the party," Trisha said as she shifted her gaze away from Madam Nancy.

"Why is that, if I may ask?" Madam Nancy questioned, getting annoyed by her disobedience.

"I don't feel comfortable with overly revealing clothes," she said, trying to explain.

"Overly revealing!! Like seriously, where on earth did you get this lunatic from, mother? I can't stand her any longer," Imogen screamed as she held her head with both her hands.

"Trisha, I brought you here for a reason of which we are all too well aware, and if you suddenly feel that you've surpassed me and can't follow my instructions any longer, I'm afraid your father will have to go back to prison where he belongs and you back to the slums," Madam Nancy explained as she peered at her, awaiting a response.

Trisha felt her whole world crumbling; she would do anything for her father, anything at all. Wearing revealing dresses is not her thing, she hates revealing dresses, she has a curvy body, but wearing revealing body con dresses makes her anxious and that is what is sitting in front of her now. A purple bodycon party dress with a slit up to her thigh at the side. Besides, she was still recovering from the dress she wore to the birthday party last night, thankfully she wasn't really noticed.

"A lot of dignified ladies are going to be present, and wearing any old-fashioned dress is not allowed; besides, you'd only be wearing it for the after party. For the ceremony, you'll be wearing this. Madam Nancy walked to her wardrobe and brought out a long, silver-colored, one-shoulder dress that shimmered under the white light. It was beyond beautiful, but it exposed so much cleavage.

"Thank you, Mother." Trisha bowed and left.

"Finally, I can breathe," Imogen sighed, releasing a deep breath.

"You're too dramatic. What did she do to you anyway?" Emily asked.

"Nothing really; she just gives off these bad vibes, and I hate it so much," Emily replied and turned to face Madam Nancy, who sat down on a sofa and poured herself a drink.

"Why did you pick her, mother? Her family is so poor that they had to give her away without thinking twice." Imogen scoffed as she awaited her mother's reply.

"That's the main reason why I picked her; she fits perfectly. If I chose a girl from high class, she'd have no reason to obey me, but Trisha is bound to me; I am the reason her father is alive anyway, so she's bound to obey me. It's more like I have a leash over her neck, and I can tighten it anytime I want," she concluded and took a sip from her drink.

IN THE GARDEN ‹ 10:30 pm ›

Damien is seated on the patio; he's currently holding a bottle and drinking from it; his eyes are burning red, and he reeks of alcohol. How could Trisha do this? He loved her so much.Love hurts, he said to himself while taking another big sip from the bottle.

Ryan appeared beside him and sat down, pouring himself a drink that was on the table while observing Damien.

"But why, why'd you do this? Trisha is one of many women, the first and only one I've ever loved in my entire life!" He exclaimed, banging the table in anger.

Ryan breathed in deeply before answering, "We all know too well that you started it." He sipped from his glass before turning to Damien.

"Scarlet was a mistake!! I never loved her; I never knew she had a boyfriend anyway, and that's years ago, for goodness’ sake," Damien screamed out in anger.

"Well, I believe in karma even if it means taking matters into my own hands," Ryan replied. Damien staggered towards the house holding his bottle, leaving Ryan on the patio.

TRISHA'S ROOM

The purple and silver dress is lying on the bed idly with Naomi, Kaylee, and Skylar peering at it. Trisha is sitting by the balcony with her head in her hands.

"I can't wear it; I just can't," Trisha said, shaking her head slowly.

"Trish, it's not that bad; you can manage it since you're not wearing it throughout," Kaylee said, trying to comfort her.

"Let's face reality, Kay; this is super revealing. Half of her boobs are going to be out, and her thighs are going to be preyed on by all eyes available that day. Let's not even go into that slit," Skylar said while taking pictures of the dresses with her phone. "But they are super sexy if you ask me; how I wish they were mine," she added as she pouted.

"Sky!!!" Naomi exclaimed.

"Y'all know I'm saying the truth here; let's be realistic here, please." Skylar responded, leaving Naomi looking at her in surprise.

Kaylee ignored Skylar and went over to the balcony and put her left hand over Trisha's shoulder."Trish, it's your passing of the torch ceremony. This is something very few girls from the lower class get to experience; you'll now be the official CEO's wife!!" Kaylee said, trying to cheer her up.

"Look, sis, just take your mind away from the dress you're putting on and enjoy the ceremony. Dad said he's going to attend so he can see you looking dressed up and beautiful," Naomi added, trying to lift her spirit too.

"You'll look beautiful too," Skylar said, smiling.

Trisha looked at the three of them and smiled. What would she do without them, she asked herself. After her mother's death and her father's conviction, her sister and her friends have been her only reason to live. Her world crumbled in less than 24 hours, and the three people standing in front of her helped her get to her feet. Tears welled up in her eyes as they hugged her; she missed her mother.

They stayed like that for 5 minutes. Naomi broke the hug, and she checked her phone before saying, "Dad would be worried; I need to go." She picked up her handbag and waited for Kaylee and Skylar to pack up.

"Bye, Trish," Kaylee said, waving her hand.

"Bye, girl," Skylar added, pecking her before all three of them left.

Trisha took a deep breath and felt the breeze from the balcony hit her face; she closed her eyes, and she felt free like she had never felt before. It took her mind back to when she was a lot younger…..

FLASHBACK ‹20 years ago›

It was snowing, and 5-year-old Trisha and her mother were having a snowball fight in the winter. She's laughing so much, and her mom is laughing too; her father is standing afar off, watching them with a big smile on his face. Helen suddenly bends over in pain while holding her bulging stomach in pain; Timothy runs to her in panic; he's holding her to stop her from falling.

"Trisha, go take your mother's bag on the side stool fast," Timothy screamed at her.

‹BACK TO PRESENT›

Trisha's eyes suddenly opened in alarm before she rushed inside; her hands were shaking. She kept taking deep breaths to calm herself down, but she still felt overly anxious. She always felt like this when she had a flashback of her mother, and only coffee could calm her.

She hurriedly put on her nightwear and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee to calm her troubled nerves. It's past 10 pm already, and everyone had gone to bed, so the halls were empty. She admired the house's interior design as she walked along the vast halls. She was married to Ryan Taram, the CEO of the biggest establishment in America!! She smiled as that thought crossed her mind. She was already in the kitchen and started making her coffee when she felt someone's hands around her waist; she almost pushed the hands away before she heard the voice.

"Shhhh, don't move," Ryan shushed her as his hands swallowed her small hands as he held her hands to help stir the coffee.