pain

Three

MORGAN'S POV:

"Get out of my house." He repeated.

I stood from the floor I was sitting on, the tears breaking free. What was the meaning of all this? Divorce, now being thrown out of the house?

"Are you now throwing me out of the house?" I asked Dante my words muffled with tears.

"We are divorced." He said sending a painful jab to my heart. "How then can we live together?" He asked giving me a pouting look.

"Fine." I responded. "I will leave." I said making to move to the bedroom to pack up my things. He blocked my path.

"And where do you think you are going to?" He asked looking inquisitively at me.

"To pack up and leave." I said not looking at his face.

"I don't think that would be necessary." He said to me shaking his head.

Was he serious or was he pulling my legs?

"You want me to leave with just the clothes on my back?" I asked surprised that he could do such a thing.

"Yes." He shrugged not bothered at all.

"Dante..." I said finding it hard to believe that the man I had been with and loved for more than three years was the same man that stood in front of me, treating me like some sort of slave. "You..." I trailed off, unable to complete my sentence, tears completing it instead. He showed no expression of remorse or even sadness.

"I paid for everything. And it's all mine anyway "

"Did you even love me as you claimed that you did?" I asked him. He have no response. He just strolled to the door ushering me outside. I stood for what felt like thirty seconds, then I walked to the door.

"Show her to the gate." He said to one of the servants outside the house on night duty. As soon as I stepped out of the house, Dante banged the door behind me.

Not wanting the servants and guards in night duty to see me crying I wiped the tears off my face.

Bowing to me, Nelson showed me to the gate. And there I stood, all alone.

***

With no car or any means of transportation in sight, it took me thirty five minutes to head to the closest hotel around that vicinity, Palace Red

I met the receptionist on night shift in the lobby.

"I'm sorry but we are fully booked for the day." She said to me without looking up to see who it was.

"Im not here to look for a room to sleep the night." I said to her making her look up.

"So? What do you want?" She asked sizing me from head to toe then looking back at my face.

"May I make use of the hotel's phone?" I asked.

"No." She responded without a second thought.

"Please." I said to her. "It's an emergency."

"I can't let you use the hotel's phone. I don't know who you might be."

"Then how about yours?" I asked her. "May I use your phone?"

"Nope." She responded as fast as she did the first time.

My life had already taken a U-turn and the last thing I needed was anything to add to my frustration and headache.

"I'll pay you." I eventually used the card that I hated to use back then. J

"I'm sorry but do you think I can be bought over with money?" She asked looking at me with disgust filled eyes. I could easily tell that all she was putting on was just a defense mechanism. It was all fake.

"A hundred dollars." I said catching her off guard.

"How can someone like you with no luggage, no nothing, be able to give me a hundred dollars." She said scoffing. "You look like you are the one that would be needing that." The receptionist said.

Not only was I just divorced and kicked out of my home, u was being insulted by an employee, a mere receptionist.

"Go look for someone else to lie to." She said to me going back to what she was doing.

I had no means to tell time neither did I have anything on on a night as cold as this except for the thin clothes on my back and an arrogant, disrespectful receptionist.

I walked to one of the seats in the lobby and sat down, hugging myself. My brain had already shut down long time since I arrived the hotel.

"Hey." I heard behind me. It was the receptionist calling out to me. She gestured me to come. I stood up from the seat and strolled to where she was. "How would I get the money?" She asked me.

I knew it. Fake.

"Once the person I call gets here, you will get your money." I said to her.

"You'd better not be lying." She said through clenched teeth handing her phone over to me.

I typed in the number and dialled it. On the second ring, it was picked up at the other end.

"How may I be of help?" The voice said. That was Mr Vontrap's voice.

"It's me Mr Vontrap." I said. "It's Morgan."

"My goodness, Morgan." He said.

"Morgan?" I heard someone say in the background. "My princess." The person spoke into the phone.

"Daddy." I said almost crying. "I'm sorry." I said sniffing back the tears.

"Where are you sweetheart?" He asked me?

"Palace Red." I said.

"Just stay there okay? I'll come get you." Then the line went dead.

"What are you?" The receptionist asked as I handed her phone over to her. "A prodigal daughter?"

I didn't have time to have a talk if such sort with her. "You'll get your money when my father arrives." I said to her, shutting her up.

It took my dad less than fifteen minutes to come and pick me up. It had been three years since I last saw him.

"My princess." He called immediately he caught a glimpse of where I was seated.

"Daddy!" I screamed running into his arms. I didn't realize how much I had missed him until I was in his arms.

"My one and only." He said when we pulled away from the hug, wiping away the streaks of tears that were running down my cheeks. "Who made you so sad?"

"I will tell you in the ride home." I said to him. "But first, may I get a Thousand dollar bill from you?" I asked him.

"Someone get a thousand dollar bill for my princess." He called out to the numerous men and their entourage that came with him. All of them came running to him with a dollar notes in their hands.

I took it from one of them and handed it to the receptionist who took it with her mouth open in surprise.

"Be careful how you treat people." I said to her following my dad into the car that was prepared for us.

In the car, I briefed him about all that had happened, and slept most of the journey time home.

At least, we got to my home. How I had missed this place without realizing it. One I'd the servants opened the door of the car while my dad and I got out.

And there stood Mr Vontrap looking as professional as ever.

"Hello." I said to him giving a little bow my arm hooked with my dad's.

"Hello young mistress." He replied giving me a perfect ninety degrees bowing. "Welcome back." He said to me.

As three of us walked into the Rosewood mansion, my dad announced to everyone in sight. "Attention all and sunder. Get me a bottle of champagne and a glass." He said.

One of the butler-in-training came forward with a bottle of champagne and a glass. He popped it and poured into the glass get had given to my dad.

Raising the glass, he said. "Cheers, my princess, the heir has returned."