As we eat our dinner, I promise to myself that I will already file an annulment for my marriage...once we get back.

Chapter 4
Elijah's POV

I don't understand why this is my destiny. I was never a black sheep of our family. I always do oblige what my father wants me to do and I respected and welcomed my stepmother and her daughter with wide open arms. But everything changed when I found out that my stepmother was my father's mistress...for such a long time.

I can't do that. I was heartbroken. My parents were the ones whom I look up to when it comes to true love. It seemed like they were so in love with each other...but it turned out it was just a one-sided love.

I have a brother on my father's side. It's Shennun. She's older than me...so that means...Ellie Levi, my stepmother, and my father had been having an affair for so many years now...even before my mother's death...even before I was born. My mother didn't know. She died without knowing her husband's betrayal. She died in a painful accident while her husband was having an affair with that fucking Ellie Levi.

"How could you do that to mommy, dad! You're s-so unfair! And you actually married that girl?! And you let her live here?! In our house?!" I couldn't stop myself but lash out that night.

Daddy was breathing heavily while looking at me painfully. "Calm down, Eliyah. You know nothing about what happened--"

"And my mother?! Did she know about your fucking mistress?!" I pointed at my stepmother who was behind him.

"Stop it! Your mother didn't know--"

I broke down.

I was brought to my knees because of that.

My mother's picture flashed in my mind. Her smiles. Her sweet laughs. And beautiful face. All of that appeared to me. And every time I remember what daddy said...that mommy didn't know anything about everything that happened before...it adds to the pain I feel.

After that night I started to rebel. I didn't go to School. I was always cutting and drinking. This was how I coped with my problems.

"Are you drunk again?" That fucking mistress asked.

I just brushed past him like a bubble because of that. But before I could turn my back on him, he immediately grabbed my hand, stopping me from trying to leave.

"We'll talk," her voice is strong and hard.

I glared at her and suddenly withdrew my hand. "Don't you ever command me to do something because you have no right. Did you think that because you got married you would be part of this family? No, Ellie. You're just my father's fucking mistress. My mother will always be his wife. Not a flirtatious hooker like you."

She slapped me. Twice. And it didn't end there. Because for the next few days she kept locking me in my room. I couldn't find any way to get out of my fucking room because she ensured that it was locked!

I can't complain to daddy because he's not here now. He's overseas for a project. And I can't do anything but to accept the suffering that those parents put me through. They would always slap me, starve me, lock me inside my room, and they sometimes made me their slaves. And I couldn't do anything but to follow what they wanted me to do.

I couldn't stand what they were doing to me. So when my father came back, I told him everything, hoping that he'd believe me because I am his daughter...but he didn't.

"Do you think I don't know what you're doing at your school?! You're cutting classes, Eliyah! And now you would tell me that?! For what?! Because you want them to leave my house?! This is my house, Eliyah! I choose who I want to live here!"

Tears fell one by one on my face. He was right. This is house. And me? I don't have any right at his house. I thought he would believe me. I thought I would be on his side because I was his child. He was a good father to me. He was my standard. But he broke my heart.

He let me leave his house. He didn't stop me. He just stood there as he watched me leaving. While his wife and another child smiled at me like they had succeeded. Like they finally reached their dreams.

"I promise to myself. A day will come...and I will reciprocate all the painful things you have done to me. I will throw you to dirt. I will push you until you fall."

This is what I promised myself the night I left our house. I am also now using my mother's surname. Except for people who have known me for a long time.

"Do you want to taste me again, love?" I asked my male flavor of the night with a grin.

I hide my growing frustration with a smirk. Damn user! Selfish! After he went out, he immediately left me to clean up? No aftercare at all? He's really all by himself?

He looked down at my womanhood, which I was now wiping with a tissue. He gulped and when I looked at his manhood covered with a towel, I knew it affected him. Because his manhood was even more visible even though it was covered and even though we had just finished earlier.

So when he came to me to try me again, I immediately slapped him then left that hotel room. Huh! What did he think he could do whatever he wanted? It's not because he's handsome that all the women will fall on their knees for him!

I worked as a waitress at a bar. Since I left that house, I have been supporting myself to study and survive. Since I left, I have also changed. I don't cut my classes anymore. And I am now taking and treating everything seriously...but love.

"Sir?" I asked when my Professor looked at me in surprise.