Page 131 of Darkest Deception

“Ambrose!” My door slams open, making me jump in my chair.

Mum comes fuming into my room. She looks crazed, like nothing can stop her from getting what she wants.

Well, I will be damned if that happens under my roof.

This house is in my name, not hers. I let her get away with too much, wanting some kind of motherly love, but I am past it. Waiting for that to happen is like waiting an eternity for what was never written for you.

“What are you doing on that laptop? You think you can order me about without consequence?” she screams.

I get up from my chair and stand in front of her. “Yes. I can. Get out of my room.”

She glares at me. “No. You are my daughter. I gave birth to you, and I will not have you disrespect me like this.” She pushes at my shoulder, making me stumble a step.

“Don’t touch me,” I grit out, clenching my hands into fists. I don’t want to harm her, but I’m not opposed to it.

Not anymore.

Whatever I had left for her, any kind of remorse, emotion, it has all evaporated into thin air.

She has lost the only daughter, the only family, she had left.

“I will touch you, hit you as I please. Who are you to stop me?” she screams.

I shut my eyes and take a deep breath, then sink onto the edge of my bed, rubbing my forehead.

“What the fuck is this? Is this the man—Is that Aurora’s husband?”

My head snaps up when I see Mum watching the footage replaying on my laptop. I lunge towards her as I see her switch to the email tab. I go to push her when she turns and shoves me with such strength that I stumble back a couple of steps.

No. No.

No.

“Don’t touch that!” I scream. I go to her again and push her away from the laptop.

No, please don’t tell me she sent the email.

No.

If Helia sees this, he will kill me.

I was supposed to tell him I love.

I chose him above everything.

This cannot be.

“You sent the email!” I scream, turning to my mother.

There’s a smug expression on her face.

“What have you done?!” I scream, getting into her face, but all she does is glare at me.

“You thought to control me? You don’t know me at all then, dear daughter.” She tuts and shakes her head as if disciplining a small child.

What has she done?

What has she actually done?!

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