Chapter 3

Amelia

"Amelia, you and the bastard in you should get out of my house. "I don't want to see you ever again, and for the record, you are no longer my daughter." 

My father stood at the stairs and yelled. I didn't know things would turn out like this. Even after I told him how it all happened, he chose to believe Frankie's cooked-up lies. 

I had tried so much to live up to "Mr. Jackson's daughter status," but now everything is completely ruined. Every single chance I had of getting closer to my father has dried up and disappeared. 

Today I was found pregnant, and the worst of it was that Rhett was not the father. But who would believe my truth? It is shocking and especially traumatizing to me as I saw it on the news channel.

"The first daughter of the Jackson family has a messed up private life and is finally tied down with pregnancy—a baby whose father is not Rhett, her former fiancé." Amalia's secret lover is yet to be uncovered, and yes, just like you are wondering, we are all dying to know the man better than Mr. Rhett that Amelia had to leave her engagement party for.

I couldn't believe hearing that news on the television. Everything has become twisted, and who must have done that? It's barely been three days since I found out I was pregnant, and I didn't even mention it to anyone. Wait.. I caught my stepmother unusually hovering around my room. not once or twice. Did she find out? And did this happen to me?

My father, without giving me a chance to say anything, invited our doctor over, who confirmed that I was three weeks pregnant!

Getting down to the sitting room, tears wouldn't stop from falling down my cheeks, and I blew my nose repeatedly. The look on my father's face— I saw the disappointed look from him. I felt bad for him for paying him back in the worst way after all the love he showed me. 

 

"Dad... I really didn't do it. I " She tried to explain.

"Did I instead?" My father clenched his fist as he said through his teeth. I know he was mad. No, he was rather furious and disappointed at me. 

"You have no place in this house again. And no body would want to hear how..." Frankie interrupted, she had three bags in her hands. Obviously three of my bags. 

"Shut it you witch!" I couldn't help it and raised my hands to slap her annoying face. 

My step mother interrupted and returned a slap to me..

I clenched my fist tightly and glare at Frankie like I would devour her any moment. Seriously, I would if I was given a chance. She did all of this and now .. oh shit!  

 

"Oh seriously? You want to hit my daughter for What? Spitting out the truth. Thank God she didn't grow up to be like you. I warned you honey that you gave her lots of opportunities to misbehave " Mrs. Elizabeth my pretentious step-mother yelled.

No... Dad I haven't changed a bit. I am still your lovely Amelia. They did this to Me. I couldn't say that out loud knowing that his heart had already hardened for me. 

"Will you get out or should I push you out myself?" 

My father asked for the very last time. 

Obviously, There is no chance for me anymore. I picked up my bags which Frankie threw carelessly on the floor and then grabbed my passport to leave in tears and with a heavy heart. One minute I had a family and the other seconds I am as good as a hopeless servant.

 

Frankie quickly rushed to hug father. And Mr. Jackson wrapped her passionately round his arm. To my disappointment. This should be the other way round, I have beard all their maltreatment not knowing that their goal was to throw me out . I watched in tears, that was the same way I was being hugged weeks ago. The smiles that father welcomes me with..

 

"Dad..." I muttered for the last time, hoping to get an audience from my father . 

Frankie stood up and quickly slammed the door Infront of me, I could hear as it was being bolted from inside. That was not before she whispered something to my ear. 

 

Left with no option and no place to go to and atleast spend the night. My best friend and only friend I had was the master plan of my current mystery and ever since that night, we never spoke to each other again. I guess she must be living large with her "hard earned money".

 

Rhett's house wasn't so far from ours I swallowed my anger and called him repeatedly, his number rang up to the second time but the third time, it was switched off. 

 

Getting to the pebbled road, I flagged down a taxi, which took me to Rhett's mansion. It would have being a windfall if I have successfully married the billionaire's son Rhett. Although i was aware that my father set me up with Rhett because of his political ambition, however I was somehow glad as I also liked Rhett who showered her with countless love which I never knew were fake. Moreover it was more disheartening that Rhett had to fuck up just on our engagement night. I sighed repeatedly, as she pressed the door bell to Rhett's house. I shouldn't be doing this but...

 

"Who's there?" Rhett's voice came from behind. 

 

"Ama. " I mumbled. .

 

"What do you want Amelia. Didn't you make it clear that we are over and that we shouldn't see each other again?" Rhett thundered as he opened the door leaving me in shock. 

"I...I ." I stuttered, I was too shocked to speak. 

I had expected him to be all over me pleading while I in turn will bluntly request to spend the night at his place. 

 

"Uhmm, Rhett, Something actually happened and I ..." I found my pleading instead of the other way round. 

 

"What happened that I haven't heard of? That your secret life has being finally exposed? Or the fact that it actually happened at our engagement night. Look Amelia! You have being laying blames on me like you were the saint. Never did I know that you were a real asshole!. You could have just kept quiet when you met me doing exactly what you do everytime instead of ruining my face and making me a bride less groom" Rhett lashed out. 

 

"What do you mean by brideless groom? We were only getting engaged."

 

", That's supposed to sound like a remorse or apology speech right?. Someone that's being engaged to Rhett. To me... Ain't you the bride. Or .... You never had plans of marrying me at all?. ... Look Amelia I don't know why you are here, but I suggest you leave now" Rhett uttered. He tried to hold down his anger. I saw the vigour in his eyes. Did he perhaps hear the wrong news. Him of all people should know that I left the hotel because of him. 

 

"This is all a misunderstanding. I know my sister had fed you with countless lies. I am not interested in getting back with you, even if the opportunity is offered on a platter for me, I will still reject it without a second thought. All I ask is to spend the night at your house please... I'm a bit stranded. " I explained, almost in tears again..

 

Rhett even got more furious.

"Get out Amelia. Leave my house before I do something silly" he snarled. 

 

"Seriously Rhett!" I pleaded in tears. My disappointment were clearly written in my face. I was pushed away by Rhett and my bags were thrown outside his gate. 

 

Frustrated, I crouched down at the Peebles road, and with my face buried at my laps, I cried helplessly. I have ran out of options at the moment and the only thing that came to my mind at the moment was to commit suicide. Maybe the pain will be over...