Page 61 of Legacy of Succession

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

NICHOLAS

The murmur of voices wakes me, and the memory of being shot by my father floods back. I try to move, but I’m too weak — my shoulder hurts like a mother fucker.

“He’s waking.” A feminine voice enters my head, and I realize it’s that bitch, Elizabeth Sandford.

“About fucking time,” my father broods. “You, on your feet and get on with this wedding.”

That brings me to my senses. Wedding! I open my eyes and see my father standing next to Elizabeth’s father, Hubert Sandford, The Lord Bishop of Monchelsea, and is dressed in his full regalia. Hell no!

The Bishop starts to speak.

“In the presence of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, we have come together to witness the marriage of Nicholas Cavendish, Earl Lullington and The Honorable Elizabeth Sandford, to pray for God’s blessing on them, to share their joy, and celebrate their love.”

“Bullshit!” I interrupt.

“It’s not. It’s our wedding vows,” Elizabeth counters. “Daddy, tell him.”

“I…er,” the Bishop stutters.

“I agree, it’s bullshit,” my father adds. “Just get to the part where he has to sign the register — then, I can end his miserable life.

“I thought you would at least make this special for me,” Elizabeth whines.

“I’ll make things special for you later.” My father winks at her.

“I have to at least make some attempt at the vows,” Hubert Sandford intervenes with a green color flushing around his gills.

My father snorts.

“I don’t think you do. I’ve got a present for you outside, which suggests otherwise. One that I know you’ll be very interested in.”

The Bishop takes the register and signs his name on it. Elizabeth stomps forward and does the same, with a sullen expression on her face.

“You better do whatever I want tonight, my love.” She kisses my father on the cheek and hands him the pen.

“You seem to forget who's in charge here, Elizabeth. You do whatever I want, or despite my feelings for you, once that baby is born, you might find yourself the unhappy victim of an accident. I did it to his insane mother. I’ll do it to you as well — if you destroy my love for you with defiance.”

“I can’t believe you can say such hurtful things,” she whimpers on the verge of tears.

I laugh.

“What?” She stamps her foot.

“My father loves himself, nobody else. I’m his flesh and blood, and he’s going to kill me. You’re nothing but a willing vagina to him. I did try to tell you. Shame you’ll have to learn the hard way.”

“Shut up, Nicholas,” my father commands.

“Tell me that isn’t true.” Elizabeth throws herself at my father, and he glares at me over her shoulder.

“I’m just trying to make a better life for the two of us and our son. You knew I was a bastard when you fell in love with me. Don’t expect me to change. I’ll protect you with everything I have but defy me, in any way, and I’ll cut you down.”

Elizabeth sniffs back her tears. My head spins, and I’m not sure if it's the excruciating pain in my shoulder, or the sickening display in front of me. Part of me actually feels sorry for Elizabeth, only a tiny portion though. She’s brought this on herself by being a bitch.

“I only meant that maybe I could go on top tonight. I like the way it feels.”

My father pulls back and strokes her hair. “As long as I get to see those tits bounce, I don’t care what position you're in, on my dick.”

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