Page 42 of Capturing Their Omega

She leans forward. “One day, I went to the store to get some groceries. I was grabbed and gagged. I passed out, only to wakeup at the Kaye family’s mansion to see Mrs. Kaye staring down at me.” She pauses.

I gasp again, wondering what happened next.

“I had no idea, but after Mrs. Kaye kicked me out of the house, she had people watching me because of the possibility that I could be pregnant,” she says.

A very calculating woman, I must admit.

“She told me she would be keeping me close. She said I’d keep working for them in the mansion where she’d be comfortably keeping an eye on me so that I wouldn’t misbehave. To her, it was the only solution to her dilemma, seeing as I was past my third trimester. I was mostly just grateful that she didn’t kill my child.” She covers her mouth and nose with her left hand, fighting back tears.

I am transfixed in my seat as my mind processes everything.

I am Mr. Kaye’s daughter… aren’t I? I am a Kaye!

My mom goes on, “I’m sure Mrs. Kaye had no intention of killing my child because she thought you’d be a normal child. She was also pregnant herself, at the time. So perhaps that made her compassionate.”

What does she mean by “normal child”?

Aren’t I normal?

I am so confused. I want to ask her what she means, but all of a sudden, the door bursts open.

We both jump at this and turn to see what the commotion is all about.

Mr. Kaye steps into our living room, standing in a space he has never occupied in his life. This is my first time seeing the man up close. He looks furious, and his anger is directed at my shocked mom.

Leila stands behind him, looking as baffled as I am.

Mr. Kaye marches up to my mom and stops a breath short of her. “You kept my child away from me? How could you?” he growls. “And you drugged her with banned blockers!” He shouts this last part.

My mom looks so fragile close to him as he easily towers over her. I expected her to break down in tears like she did with me. Instead, she surprises us all when she starts yelling at him.

“You have no right to speak to me like you did nothing wrong! Where were you?” She is panting but looking him dead in the eyes.

“How the fuck could I have done anything when I had no idea?” he fires back.

“No! I tried to tell you!” She points at him. “I tried to tell you after I gave birth and was working at the mansion!” she screams.

This takes Mr. Kaye by surprise.

“When my Cassie was just a baby, I tried to get to you. I even sneaked into your room the way I used to when we were lovers to talk to you. But you were uninterested. You didn’t even recognize my face.” Her voice cracks.

“You asked me if I was a new maid who heard stories of your playboy ways and wanted a piece of you. You then told me you were done with your promiscuous behaviors. You rambled on about there being a time in a man’s life when he has to stop being irresponsible and you said that had gotten to that time in your life. You said I should forget any ideas or offers I had for you! You said you weren’t playing around with maids anymore, and I should leave quickly before your wife found me!” She had started poking at his chest when she was speaking. She put her hand down and swiped at her angry tears.

Mr. Kaye seems stunned. He doesn’t stop her from poking him. His eyes are distant as if he is trying to remember.

I see Leila with her jaw hanging open in disbelief. Everything my mom is screaming is surprising to us both.

“You left the room without giving me a chance to talk. I was trying to leave quickly when Cressida blocked me. Your wife beat me up and punished me! She said she was going to stop giving me the pills for free, that I’d have to pay for it from my earnings. This is why I have had such little money to take care of myself and Cassie!” she finishes.

Wait! What? How is Mrs. Kaye connected to the blockers I have been taking?

Leila voices my thoughts, “What do you mean my mom made you pay for the pills? My mom gave you the pills in the first place?”

My mom turns to her. “Yes! Your mom did it!” she fires at her.

“What? No! She can’t be responsible,” Leila shoots back.

“Yes. Yes, she is.” My mom is yelling at the top of her voice blocking out everyone else’s words.

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