Her Disabled Heir

Chapter 3: Goodbye Mother

The guests were gone. I now had a gold ring signifying my new imprisonment. And the wedding was over.

After the wedding, a maid escorted me to my new room.

Unfortunately for me, it wasn't only a guide to my new room the maid offered me, the woman also happened to give me some advice for my wedding night with Mr. Williams.

Every single moment spent with the maid was torture. Time and time again, I told the woman that I didn't need her advice, but the airhead insisted. Not only did she give me unsolicited advice, but she also helped me change into clothing she deemed more appropriate for the occasion.

I was on the brink of madness. All I wanted was to see my mother free and alive, but I had been subjected to a s*x-ed class offered to me by a maid.

“Remember, there's nothing to be scared of, miss. You just need to be creative with your positions and the way you-”

“Enough!” I screamed, holding my hand up in the air.

“You have done and said enough. You can leave now,” I told her.

The gentle smile the maid earlier had faltered. She dipped in a curtsy and left.

I could not have been any happier at that very moment.

Now that I was alone, and I could hear myself thinking again, I pondered on what I would say to my mother when I saw her again. I wondered how she would react when she found out that I was married to Mr. Williams. I wondered how she would react when she found out that I had sacrificed myself for her. Hopefully, she would quit her stealing habits and find a steady job.

Hopefully.

The door opened, jolting me out of my thoughts. Mr. Williams rolled himself in, and suddenly I found myself feeling very self-conscious.

Immediately, I covered my nearly exposed body with my hands. I had no idea what the maid was thinking, but if this was her idea of the perfect clothing for a wedding night. I believe that she might have gone overboard. The entire material was lacy and see-through. Also, it didn't help that the lingerie she picked was tight.

“I didn't know that you were this eager,” Mr. Williams remarked.

“I would like to see my mother,” I replied, ignoring his earlier comment.

He raised an eyebrow. “Like this?”

Rolling my eyes, I stood up, dragged the white blanket from the bed, and covered myself with it. As I carried on with my mission, I could feel Mr. Williams's eyes all over me, drinking me in. I ignored.

“It was one of your stupid maids that insisted that I dress up like this for you. However, that doesn't matter. I'm covered now and I would like to see my mother. I want to see her just one more time before you let her go,” I explained, slightly annoyed and enraged.

He nodded. “Fine, but not like this.”

Without offering any more explanation, he took out his phone and called someone.

“I need a woman’s nightgown now,” he said into the phone with his eyes still on me.

It didn't take up to three minutes for a few maids to run into the room with a clothing rack full of a variety of women's nightgowns.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I put on the first one I could find and stepped back into the bedroom where Mr. Williams was.

“Good choice,” he remarked, letting his eyes roam all over me.

“Can we then see my mother now?”

He nodded before leading me downstairs to the living room.

On one of the chairs sat an old woman with short black hair which had dulled with age. Her skinny hands rubbed over each other repeatedly as she hummed to herself and her skinny build showed just how much her sickness had affected her.

I couldn't help the tear that ran down my cheek. “Mum,” I whispered.

Immediately, the old woman turned, her eyes regarding me with a distinct look I had seen many times before. She felt guilty.

Maybe, just maybe, she knew I had taken her place as Mr. Williams's captive.

“I'm sorry,” was the first thing she said.

“I know,” I whispered back.

She shook her head. “You don't understand. Sweetie, please forgive me. I knew you would come for me and that was why Mr. Williams didn't have me thrown into jail sooner. I knew he would take you instead, and I just agreed. I went along with it. Please, forgive me.”

The tears flowing down her cheeks increased drastically and I found myself frozen in place. My world as I knew it came crashing down and I didn't know what to feel or believe anymore.

“Wait, you and him planned this? You knew that he was going to ask me to marry him and you just, conveniently, let it happen?” My voice was shaky along with the rest of me.

She stood up and tried to come close to me, but I took a step back.

“Listen, he said that he needed a wife to keep his inheritance and I needed my freedom and I knew that you would do anything for me. So, I-”

Pain wrapped itself around me, squeezing me until I felt it everywhere.

“So, you mean the message I got from the women at the market was a part of your plan too, wasn't it? You knew that I'd come running, didn't you? So, you just used me like you always have!”

I didn't care that Mr. Williams was beside me anymore. It was just me and my mother and I wanted her to feel just how much pain I felt.

“Eleanor, please-”

“Enough!” Mr. Williams's voice cut through the air and gathered everyone's attention.

“I have seen enough,” he continued, “Eleanor, you have seen your mother, and Mrs. Thomas, you have seen your daughter. So now, you can f*****g leave my house, Mrs. Thomas! A deal is a deal.”

Wiping my tears, I moved closer to Mr. Williams. “You heard the man, leave. And yeah, thanks for the husband, by the way. You know, this was a really nice way to show how much you didn't want me around anymore.”

My mother opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could, two bodyguards stepped forward and held her by her arms.

Defeat settled on her face, and for a brief moment, it looked as though she felt a fraction of the pain I held. “Please forgive me,” she pleaded one last time before the bodyguards dragged her out.

And that marked the day when I began to regard myself as an orphan.