The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Cry, beg, or better yet, die...

A shiver ran down my spine. The way he said it, the look on his face told me he was really serious.

"You... can’t do... that... my father... won’t allow it..." I forced the words out of my mouth, still unable to believe my ears.

"Why not?" He said after speaking one word to someone on the landline telephone. "You are not stupid to think your father cares if you die. He’s only acting protective because he thought that he could use you to regain whatever he has lost. What a moron."

This was him trying to make me hate my father even more. But hell. I have spent years hating him, and right now I didn’t want to anymore, at least not at this point in our lives where we all could be homeless if care was not taken.

"Why are you doing this? What did my family ever do to you?" I demanded in a calm tone, even though I wanted to scream out in frustration.

"I don’t think you’re ready to know what your family is capable of."

"I don’t care what they are capable of, I just want to know how we ever offended you!" I finally snapped, unable to contain my anger anymore.

He tilted his head slightly and gazed at me with squinted eyes, as though he was trying to understand something, then said, "you want to know how your family wronged me, find out from your father... I bet if you know, you wouldn’t even be here, talking about him to my face."

The more he spoke, the more lost I felt. But I realized one thing, Alexander had known my father for a long time and seemed to harbor some certain hatred for my family. He was bent on destroying my family for whatever reason, and I wouldn’t allow it. Even though they never cared about me, they were all I have in this world, and if anything should happen to them... I didn’t know what I would do.

With that thought going through my mind, it was as if something pushed me from behind, and before I knew it, I fell on my knees.

"Please..." my voice cracked. "I don’t know what my father did to you... but I beg you to stop this. Please..."

He scoffed dryly. "Tell me why I should stop?"

"Because hurting my family won’t stop whatever pain you’re feeling. You have already hurt them enough... please, let them be... they are all I have left..." I sobbed through the last sentence as tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

I noticed the emotion that flickered through his eyes, before he began to move towards me. Stopping in front of me, he lifted my chin with a finger, forcing me to look at him. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Remember what I told you; powerless people have no voice. No matter how much they beg or cry for things to change, it never does," he said with a calm tone that matched his expressionless face. "Cry, beg, or better yet, die for them, that won’t change a thing, because you know why?"

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