Chapter 3

Chapter 3 

Four years later.

I got out of the limousine and stepped on the marble floor in my three-inch red heels. I swayed my hips towards the front grand door, and the guards stationed at every corner of the house immediately bowed at the sight of me, but the moment I arrived in front of the door, the voices coming from inside stopped me. 

"I want to see my father!" a voice screamed, followed by the sound of a flower vase breaking inside.

“Young miss. I’m afraid you can’t be doing this. Ma’am isn’t home at the moment. You need to calm down.” I heard the housekeeper trying to persuade the young girl.

“I won’t stop until you ask her to bring me my father!” The young girl groaned loudly enough to irritate me, but I ignored that. 

I pushed the door open and announced my arrival.

“I’m home,” I mumbled.

The housekeeper immediately turned in my direction and bowed.

“Welcome ma’am.”

She took a step closer to me. 

“Ma’am, she has…” 

The housekeeper tried to explain the whole situation to me, but I silenced her with a single wave. I already knew about everything, and I seriously didn’t want to hear more. 

I stared down at the four-year-old girl with a crystal eyeball, that reminded me of someone that I harbored greatly. 

“Just put her to sleep,” I mumbled before swaying my hips towards my study room. 

“Mom!” I heard her scream behind me, but I didn’t bother to glance back at her.

I arrived at my study room and sat on my chair, grabbing one of the files on my desk.

There was a loud bang on my door, and I knew it was Daphne. She pushed the door open and stormed in fiercely. 

I took a deep breath.

“What do you want again? I have a lot on my table.” I mumbled without bothering to take a glance at her. 

“I told you I want to see my father. Other kids are mocking me because I don’t have one!” She screamed.

I finally glanced at her. She was just a short girl with black hair. 

“What about me?” I shrugged. 

“You are my mother, not my father. There is a big difference, Mom.” She ranted at my face, and I was frustrated. 

I angrily dropped the files in my hands, and I stood up from where I sat the whole time, walking to her side.

"Daphne, I gave you everything! I gave you life, my time, and I took care of you with my money!” I said to her face angrily.

“I only want my father, mom.” She stomped her feet.

My eyes shone with anger. 

“Fine. Let's give the man a surprise! It’s finally the end of my waiting.” I said with a deadly smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.

“Revenge?” I watched Daphne’s brows furrow, but she would never understand that.

“Yes, a sweet one,” I told her. 

I watched the curiosity in her eyes disappear, and they were replaced with joy.

“So we are going to see my father?” She hopped on her feet happily, and I nodded.

“I have to start packing my bags, Mom. I will see you another time,” Daphne said and sprang out of my office.

I was left alone.

I walked back to my seat, opened up my drawer, and took out a picture. I stared at the pictures in my hands that belonged to my favorite couples. I had been monitoring them for some while.

“It's time for my sweet revenge,” I told myself

**

I booked our flight to Paris, and I could see how excited Daphne was. She was all over the place.

Soon we arrived back in Paris.

I relaxed my back in the cab while Daphne gazed out of the window.

“Mom, this place is beautiful!” She exclaimed, and I could see how happy she was. 

Of course it is, but for me, it was so ugly. Even the air here reminded me of everything. 

I looked out of the window and sighed. Most of my memories are here, but I found them all disgusting.

“Mom, are you okay?” I heard Daphne's soft voice.

I turned to her and I could see the confusion on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly. 

“You are crying, mom.” She told me. 

I never realized when I cried. I immediately cleaned up my wet face.

“I'm fine,” I told her. 

“Is..

Luckily, her next words were interrupted by the chauffeur who pulled in front of the hotel.

“We are here.” The chauffeur announced.

Daphne's eyes fell out of the window.

“Mom, are we staying here? It’s so big, I love it.” Daphne smiled brightly at me.

I paid the chauffeur, and he left.

**

We settled into our suite, and I could see how comfortable Daphne was. She looked overjoyous.

I took out my phone and placed a call across to my assistant. 

You should prepare everything I need—a house and a car. I hate hotels.” I told her.

With that, I ended the call. I dropped my phone and walked towards the bathroom to take my bath.

I walked out in my bathrobe and was surprised to see Daphne. I had left her in her bathrobe, but now she was standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed in her favorite outfit, looking like she was ready to go out.

“Are you going somewhere?” I raised a brow at her.

She turned to me. 

“Mom, have you forgotten? Aren’t we here to see my father?” She shrugged.

My face dropped a little.

I sighed and moved to her, and I started undressing her.

“What are you doing, Mom?” She frowned.

I took out her pajamas and wore them for her. She frowned even more at that.

“Mom, when are we seeing my father?” She asked, already looking so impatient.

I told you, you don’t have a father!” I yelled at her angrily.

Why does she keep pestering me with that? 

“But mom.. “ she whimpered, but I immediately shut her off with a glance.

“Now get to bed,” I ordered.

She moved to the bed, and I watched her reluctantly close her eyes. 

I patted her and watched her sleep.

After she slept off, I walked away from her side to the window and pinched a few numbers into my burner phone. 

“Let’s begin,” I said those words sternly.

I was back to the city, not just back, but for revenge. I’m going to make him regret everything.