Married To The Black Sheep

CHAPTER4

“Are you okay, young master?” a man in his early thirties asked.

“Yes I am,” he responded, beaming with all smiles.

The man in his early thirties, his P. A was confused because he had never seen him smile broadly like that at anyone.

“Do you know who that lady is?” he asked.

The P.A, Alfred turned to look in the direction he pointed at but I was already long gone by then. He just shook his head.

“Don’t worry if fate allows it, we will meet again, and this time she isn't going anywhere.” he walked into the hospital in his giant stride.

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In Dima's grand mansion, I strolled directly into the living room, greeted by an opulent display of refined taste. The space was bathed in ample light, with the curtains elegantly drawn. Ivory walls adorned with intricate gold accents exuded sophistication. Plush chairs surrounded a tastefully arranged centerpiece table, adorned with fresh blooms—a vision of beauty that resonated deeply with me. This was the home I knew while growing up, my Father's sanctuary.

Seated on the special seat was a man in his early fifties, wearing a green round neck t-shirt, with his gold-rimmed glasses seated on the bridge of his nose while holding a magazine in which he was fully immersed.

“Are you aware that Grandma Joyce collapsed while working in the garden this morning?” I questioned him with so much anger piling up in me threatening to have its way.

“That is in no way to greet your Father,” he retorted without even looking up.

“How can you be this cold and indifferent? Grandma Joyce has been working for this family for over two decades, she sacrificed everything just to be with this family and you couldn't even show concern by calling or coming to the hospital to check on her? How can you be this heartless?” I was literally shaking at this point with so much pent-up anger within me.

Before I knew what was happening a hot slap landed on my face, I could see the fingers imprinted on my fair face in the mirror facing me.

I turned to see the assailant. It was my stepmother, Marie.

“What was that for?” I asked clenching my fist and my eyes were bloodshot at that moment.

“You absolutely have no right to talk to an elderly person that way, not to mention talking to your father that way,” she responded, raising her voice and raising her hand ready to land me another slap because of the stare I was giving her.

“That's enough for both of you,” My father said sternly.

“You didn't have to hit her that hard or even hit her at all,” he reprimanded his wife even though his reprimand lacked the severity I expected.

“Oh, honey you didn't have to scold me for her right, I was just merely guiding her on how to behave towards her father. It was an act of love and nothing extreme,” she said while moving closer to him with a coy, seductive tone.

My stepmother has always been like that, when my father is not around she makes my life a living hell alongside her daughter Eleonora. I can't believe how I survived the incessant beatings. I do the work meant for the maids and I dare not complain or tell my dad if I don't want to sleep outside in the rain with no food for three days.

Immediately my father arrives she will start acting like the best mother and treats me just like her daughter.

The people I hate the most are two-faced and she is exactly like that. I blame my father as well because I can't believe that he doesn't know who exactly he married.

“Hmm…hmmm” he just cleared his throat.

“So how is she doing now?” he asked now with his head raised.

“I need money for her treatment,” I responded while holding my just-slapped cheeks.

“Where do you want us to get money from for just an ordinary maid?” Marie interjected.

“Grandma Joyce is not an ordinary maid, and I won't tolerate you calling her that again! She is family.” I stated firmly, fixing her with a steely glare.

Hell would have broken loose if my father was not there at that moment.

“Selina, I am afraid I do not have funds to cover her hospital bills. The company is not doing so well at this moment, so I cannot afford to pay for non-essential expenditure,” he declared, this time his tone carrying a sense of finality as he continued to read his magazine.

Marie was the happiest in the room as her eyes met mine with a smirk that left me feeling repulsed.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing though deep down I wasn't surprised and expected much. But hearing it with my ears was a jarring experience. How could one be utterly devoid of warmth?

“How could you utter such words? Is Grandma Joyce non-essential? To you? To this family? I can't believe I would live to hear you say this Father.” I said with so much disbelief and disappointment.

“Selina there is nothing you can say that would change my mind and that's final, go look for means to care for her and she is old enough to be at peace or don't you think?” He looked at me with dark eyes.

I shuddered, fear gripped me as I instinctively took a step back I had never seen such an expression on my father's face ever since I was born.

“Don’t worry this is not over, I promise,” I said stubbornly.

I walked out stomping my feet on the ground and jarring the door open and closing it with a loud deafening bang as I left the mansion to my apartment at the corner of the city.

“Such a devilish and tempered girl, I don't know who she got her hot temper from,” Marie huffed.

My father just looked at her sternly and continued reading his magazine.