Claimed by my twins father

Chapter 2

DANIELLA'S POV

For a night that began with laughter and candlelight, it ended in an unforgettable nightmare.

The Kellingstons stood stiffly, Davon's mum giving me a friendly but stiff nod and Carl grumbling something about "talking sense into the boy." The driver moved their car off down our driveway behind our own closing doors, plunging the house into a heavy, breathless silence. Dad didn't speak. Helda was unrealistically composed. Vaela grinned like a cat with cream pudding, her smile clearly visible to everyone.

I couldn't bear it.

I sprinted up the stairs and shut my door behind me, burying my face in my pillow. For the remainder of the next few days, I stayed mostly in my room, only going out when I had to. The staff brought my meals to me. I barely touched them. I spent the bulk of my time swiping through old pictures of Mom and me, scribbling random stuff on my iPad or just distracting myself from the ache in my chest. The shame. The humiliation.

But my peace; my broken, quiet peace was destroyed in a second when the door to my bedroom flew open.

Dad slammed the door shut behind him, his face a deep red hue.

I sprang, nearly rolling onto my iPad as I fought to sit up. "Dad…"

"This is enough. You've been holed up in here for days, sulking and moping like a wounded puppy as if that's going to make everything right."

"I just needed time," I whispered.

"Time's up, though," He crossed his arms. "You're doing yourself, and this family, no favors keeping under wraps. Don't you know how much this union is worth to our future? To all I've worked to establish?"

I looked down at my blanket, shame rising up in my chest.

Dad continued pacing. "Instead of brooding about being weak, maybe do something productive. Go see Davon. Speak with him. Patch this up. Convince him this is still the right call. Show him you're not weak."

What he said hurt. But I nodded slowly, burning eyes. "Alright. I'll go."

He gave a curt nod. "Good."

—

Davon's high-rise city apartment was cold and spartan, the kind of place that looked more edited by a magazine than lived in. I stood in the lobby with a bottle of wine and imported chocolates clasped in my arms, trying not to look out of place.

A young staff member walked towards me. She bowed me a little respectful bow.

"Mr. Kellingston should be in his room," she whispered, nodding down the hallway before turning and leaving me standing there alone.

"Thank you," I whispered.

I took a deep breath and continued down the hallway, calling his name softly. "Davon…?"

Nothing.

I crept a bit further down the hallway. "Davon? It's Daniella. I just wanted to talk."

Still nothing.

But then… I heard it. A rhythmic muffled sound.. Groaning.

I stood there, my heart pounding, ice flowing down my spine. No… no, please…

The sounds were growing louder as I reached his bedroom door. I hesitated for a moment then pushed it open. The image hit me like a blow to the chest.

There, on his bed, Davon was lying. Completely naked.

Vaela was on top of him, also naked, her hands on his chest as she rocked back and forth. Slowly. Intimately. His hands were gripping her hips like he couldn't get enough of her. His head was thrown back. His mouth open.

I couldn't breathe.

Vaela saw me first. She didn't blink. She didn't hesitate. Instead, she smiled a slow and cruel smile and let out a huge, fake moan. "Oh, Davon…"

His eyes shot open at the sound of her voice. And then it landed on me.

He cursed and thrust her away from him violently. "What the hell… Daniella?!"

I retreated a step, the box of gifts clutched in my hand precariously tilting. "I…I don't know. I didn't…I just wanted to speak with you. I brought…"

"What do you want?" he snarled, draping a sheet around his waist.

"I just wanted to… to make things right," I stuttered, my voice shaking. "My dad said, he said we should talk about it. That maybe we could…"

"Jesus Christ," growled. "Can't you take a f*****g hint?"

I blinked. "What?"

"You're pathetic," he told me, moving closer to me, still half-clad. "You think I'd ever pick you? After all this? You're fat, Daniella. You're weak. You are wolf less. You have nothing to offer me."

"Davon….please.".

He laughed scornfully. "You were troublesome to begin with. And now? You're just embarrassing. You actually thought I'd change my mind? That I'd magically view you as anything but the chubby, whiny girl that you are?"

My heart shattered. Shattered into pieces. Each sentence sliced into me like pieces of glass.

Vaela laughed on the bed, and then she stretched out in a languid movement. "Baby, come back into bed," she whispered, her voice heavy with smugness.

Davon gazed at her, then at me once more in disgust. "Get out. Get out of my house. And out of my life."

I backed away, trembling lips, the world spinning around me. I turned and fled without a word, mopping at the tears until I reached the elevator. Somehow, I made it to the car outside.

The instant the door shut behind me, I crumbled.

I bunched up over the seat, shaking my body as sobs broke out. I held the box to my chest, its contents crushed, destroyed. I wept until my throat was sore and my face wet and puffy.

Then, in a hoarse voice, I spoke to the driver, "Take me to the nearest bar."