Chapter 1 I Want To Leave
“I’m ready to accept your condition and return to become the heiress,” I said into the phone before hanging up.
I stared at the bedroom I’ve lived in for eight years and a sad smile crossed my lips. Eight years of dedication, patience, love and I had nothing to show for it.
“How dare you wear my mom’s clothes!” a shrill voice shrieked behind me, interrupting my train of thoughts.
A soft sigh escaped my lips as I turned to face Ivan, who had an angry look on his face. “You aren’t going to say anything?” he barked again.
“Go to your party, Ivan, I’m sure your friends are waiting,” I said softly to him.
“No!” he yelled as grabbed the pitcher jug on the table and splashed it on me.
I screamed because that was a freshly brewed hot coffee I had just made.
“Yes, serves you right. You can never replace my mother! You killed her with your wicked heart and now you’re wearing her favorite dress!” Ivan snapped.
A maid arrived immediately and gasped when she saw me covered in coffee stains and slight scalding on my exposed skin.
“I’m so sorry, Miss, Ivan ran away from the group. I’ll take him away now,” the maid apologized and scurried away with Ivan who was smiling,
I sighed as I entered the shower. The dress belonged to my step–sister, Amelia, Ivan’s late mother who died when giving birth to him.
Eight years ago I was supposed to marry Micheal Russo. He was my childhood sweetheart and we were in love or at least I believed we were until the worst happened. He married my step–sister and the next thing she’s pregnant and living the life I was supposed to live. But Amelia died and I was labelled bad luck and accused of killing her because I was jealous of her.
As the only sister of Amelia and the intended bride of Micheal, I was sent to the house to take care of Ivan. My step–mother told me to take care of him like he’s my son.
And for eight years I did that. I cared and loved Ivan like my son. I cared for Micheal too. But I realized I was dumb and Micheal never loved me.
All these years he and Ivan treated me like trash and made me know that my place in the
house is just as a mere concubine
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I sighed as I entered the shower. The dress belonged to my step–sister, Amelia, Ivan’s late mother who died when giving birth to him.
Eight years ago I was supposed to marry Micheal Russo. He was my childhood sweetheart and we were in love or at least I believed we were until the worst happened.
He married my step–sister and the next thing she’s pregnant and living the life I was supposed to live. But Amelia died and I was labelled bad luck and accused of killing her because I was jealous of her.
As the only sister of Amelia and the intended bride of Micheal, I was sent to the house to take care of Ivan. My step–mother told me to take care of him like he’s my son.
And for eight years I did that. I cared and loved Ivan like my son. I cared for Micheal too. But I realized I was dumb and Micheal never loved me.
All these years he and Ivan treated me like trash and made me know that my place in the house is just as a mere concubine.
Ivan never respected me and always found ways to hurt me. I already decided that today being Ivan’s eight years birthday I would leave.
If Ivan had thrown a tantrum and spilled hot coffee on me three years ago I would have begged him and tried to pacify him but I’m done.
Funny thing is this dress was never Amelia’s favorite. She never wore this dress and this
was my dress that my late mother gifted me but Amelia stole it from me just like how she steals everything.
“The party is starting. Where are you, Rachel?” Micheal’s voice sounded outside the bedroom, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I cleaned up myself and stepped out of the bathroom just as he entered inside. He sighed when he saw my stained dress.
“I heard what Ivan did. Don’t think about it too much, he’s just a kid and he loves you,” Micheal said.
I scoffed, “That child doesn’t know the first thing about love where I am.”
Micheal frowned, “Don’t talk like that. He’s a good kid.”
I moved away from him as I grabbed the soothing balm on the nightstand and started applying ointment to the scalding.
My skin was red and swelling slightly now but this ointment would work its magic and clear them by morning.
“Let me help you,” he said, taking the ointment from me and not giving me a chance to respond.
His fingers rubbed circles around the place that was bruised. A few years ago and I would have swooned at his touch but now it just made me cringe.
“Be patient with him,” he whispered, his breath tickling my neck.
I pulled away, “I have something to tell you.”
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I scoffed, Ihat child doesn’t know the first thing about love where I am.
Micheal frowned, “Don’t talk like that. He’s a good kid.”
I moved away from him as I grabbed the soothing balm on the night applying ointment to the scalding.
My skin was red and swelling slightly now but this ointment would v clear them by morning.
“Let me help you,” he said, taking the ointment from me and not giv respond.
His fingers rubbed circles around the place that was bruised. A few ye have swooned at his touch but now it just made me cringe.
“Be patient with him,” he whispered, his breath tickling my neck.
I pulled away, “I have something to tell you.”
Micheal frowned, “Can’t it wait? Ivan’s birthday has started.”
“No, it can’t. Today is the eighth year, I want to leave.”
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I scoffed, “That child doesn’t know the first thing about love where I am.”
Micheal frowned, “Don’t talk like that. He’s a good kid.”
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I moved away from him as I grabbed the soothing balm on the nightstand and started applying ointment to the scalding.
My skin was red and swelling slightly now but this ointment would work its magic and clear them by morning.
“Let me help you,” he said, taking the ointment from me and not giving me a chance to respond.
His fingers rubbed circles around the place that was bruised. A few years ago and I would have swooned at his touch but now it just made me cringe.
“Be patient with him,” he whispered, his breath tickling my neck.
I pulled away, “I have something to tell you.”
Micheal frowned, “Can’t it wait? Ivan’s birthday has started.”
“No, it can’t. Today is the eighth year, I want to leave.”
