Chapter Six

Genevieve.

I didn’t know what to feel as I stared at my phone screen, hurt, betrayed, or backstabbed. I don’t know but I was sure that I felt hurt at the moment.

In the picture Dahlia and Marcus were lying on a bed, Marcus was naked upwards, same as Dahlia. She rested her head on his chest while his arms were around her waist…..protectively.

After looking at the picture for a whole minute, I could tell that this wasn’t a recent picture.

This must have been years ago, maybe Dahlia was trying to hurt me more by doing this.

Yes, Marcus can never be with her when he is engaged to me. He likes me, right?

The next picture changed my judgment, Marcus doesn’t like me; the second picture says it all. Right in the picture were Dahlia and Marcus, and he was dressed in the same clothes he wore the day he visited me late.

I could remember that day when I felt sick and just wanted him to be around since I had no one to talk to. I called him and he made an excuse about working and couldn’t leave his office because of me.

Now, the truth was out. He wasn’t at work but with Dahlia.

“What the hell did you see that got you all pale and white?” Mother asked beside me but I was too shocked to reply. I didn’t even react when she took my phone from my hand and looked through the picture.

For once in my entire life, I waited for her reply. I anticipated what she was going to say; I wanted her to support me for once since I came to this family but like always she didn’t care about me.

“At least I have one useful daughter,” that was what she said and her words cut through me like a sharp knife.

I was disappointed in myself and her; disappointed in myself because I hoped for something that I knew would never happen and disappointed in her because she has always hated me.

I couldn’t speak after hearing that, I was hurt. It hurt to know my own mother didn’t care about my feelings, it hurt to know that she would prefer her second daughter to steal the fiancé of her first daughter.

“What the hell is going on here? Isn’t the engagement supposed to start about thirty minutes ago, where’s Marcus and why isn’t he here?” Father asked as he walked closer.

I looked at him and felt a bit relieved that he was here, maybe he would also see that what Dahlia did was wrong.

“Here’s what happened Martin, you stupid daughter here couldn’t do the right thing and get her man. Instead she let him out of her grip and now he’s nowhere to be found,”’ Mrs Meyers said.

I was fuming inside. They shouldn’t blame me for anything, I had no idea this was going to happen.

Father looked at me and instead of asking me what happened, he looked at mother for answers.

“What happened?”

“Take a look at this,” she handed him my phone.

Father looked at it and frowned, I felt relieved; at least he wasn’t in support of dahlias behavior.

“She shouldn’t have done that father, she seduced my fiancé because….” He cut in.

“Because of what Genevieve?” He asked, I craned my head up to look at him. He was giving me a sharp glare and I gulped.

“Because that is what she is. She always likes the things that belong to me and I know she also did this because she wants to hurt me,” I spat out, I didn’t know where the new surge of confidence came from but I liked it.

I liked that I was able to talk back to him.

Fathers face changed from frowning to one of disgust.

“You still have that mindset don’t you, you still think dahlia is like that even after all the plenty of times I’ve told you she isn’t like that,” he hissed and took a step forward but mother held his hand.

“Don’t. We don’t want any attention,” she told him and then looked at me.

“As for you, since you already know that Marcus is in love with your sister, I think that this engagement isn’t going to hold. I mean, the man isn’t here to give you a damn ring, so go up there and tell everyone it’s called off,” she said and all I could do was look at her in disbelief.

“I don’t care how you do it, but I want everyone to know Marcus broke the engagement because of you and not because he fell in love with dahlia,” she said and the remaining pieces of my heart fell.

She wants me to do that when she clearly knows that I wasn’t at fault. What the hell did I ever do to her? Why does she hate me so much?

“You…..I can’t do that mother,” I whispered and shook my head. There’s no way I’m doing that, everyone would think ill of me; not as if they haven’t but this time it would be worse. I can’t do that.

“Look here Genevieve, you better get up there and do as I say or else…” she paused and leaned closer.

“Or else I’m cutting off every single money going to the orphanage,” she threatened and she knew that would get me.

The orphanage was where I grew up and she knew how much I loved that place, everyone there was my family. I couldn’t believe she was using that to blackmail me.

“You…you can’t do that mother,” I said, trying to hold the tears in. No, she couldn’t do it.

Mother smirked, “watch me,” I looked at father for help but as usual I was discarded. None of them was ready to help.

“Do it Genevieve. This will be the only way to save our family name,” she added but I could barely hear a thing.

Everything was just going wrong for me tonight, first I found out Marcus doesn’t love me or even like me, I found out he’s in love with Dahlia and he left me for her and now…..now my parents want me to be the one who would take the blame for everything.

How bad can my night get?

I looked at them one more time before nodding my head, I’m only doing this because the orphanage is involved.

“Fine,” I wiped the stray tear coming out of my eye.

“See, that wasn’t a hard decision to make right.” Mrs Meyers who was standing by the side said and I tried my best not to glare at her.

I made to leave but mother held my hand, and for a minute I thought she was going to stop me from embarrassing myself but…..

“Think about your sister’s reputation Genevieve, she’s well known within the society and country, you wouldn’t want to tarnish that right?” She asked and I shook my head.

Poor old me has no reputation, I'm just a girl who was brought from the orphanage after years of going missing. I’m just a girl who has nothing.

“Of course mother,” I took my hand from hers and started walking forward.

I looked behind but instead of looking at them my eyes connected with those hazel ones; they were watching me and right there I got a plan.