Chapter 15

That didn’t sound good. At all. I sighed in frustration. Whatever they wanted to say couldn’t be good.

“Ma’am. Where are we off to next?”

Did I want to go?

“To my parents' place. My father has asked to see me.”

I rested my head on the headrest as I exhaled.

I couldn’t even catch a break after my gruesome lunch with Vivienne.

I didn’t even eat anything.

As I came in view of my parents’ house, I realized how much I did not miss this place. I did not want to be there. I actually felt better at Cassian’s place than at my childhood home. How ironic.

I walked slowly to the door as I contemplated ringing the doorbell. I sighed as I raised my finger and pressed the doorbell.

It didn’t take up to a minute when the housekeeper, Alison, opened the door.

She had been working for us since I was about six years old. She was literally a shadow of my mother and followed her about mindlessly.

She gave me a stiff nod as she ushered me in.

“Where are my parents?” I asked the vile-looking old woman.

She pointed at the living room, and I took another deep breath as I walked in that direction.

I saw my parents, relaxed and watching TV. Melissa was nowhere to be found.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence as they both sat up, their eyes going to me.

“Elara, can’t you inform your parents that you’re already here?” My mother asked, standing up.

“You called me.” I turned to my father, who scoffed at me.

“Are you seriously ignoring your mother? You’re still angry we made you marry Cassian, right?”

Were they serious right now?

“Is this the reason why you called me here?” I asked.

“Rude.” He finally stood up, his eyes assessing me.

“You haven’t changed a bit. I thought you would be dressed in diamonds from head to toe, considering how loaded your husband is.”

I clenched my bag.

“Well, we called you here to see how you were doing. Since you couldn’t be bothered with informing us. Your mother has been worried sick.” He said, gesturing to my mother, who was sipping tea.

She definitely looked sick.

“Worried about me?” I folded my arms. “That’s funny, considering you both shipped me off in the first place.”

“Still on that topic? You are enjoying the marriage, are you not? You don’t have to worry about money anymore and just focus on running that little foundation of yours.”

“Dad, why did you call me here?”

He put his hands in his pockets. “The business has not been doing so well. It’s been a bad few weeks.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?” I raised a brow.

He looked to Mom. “We want Cassian, your husband, to invest and possibly have dinner with him.”

“What? How exactly do you want me to do that? Have you run out of investors?”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “What’s with all the questions? All we need from you is to get us an opportunity to have dinner with him, and then we can pitch the plan. You can do that much, right?”

I almost laughed at their shamelessness.

“Are you serious right now? You want me to make Cassian have dinner with you? And why exactly would I do that?” I raised a brow.

“Elara, he’s your husband. You should have him under your thumb by now.” My mother finally spoke.

“Oh, you finally decided to join the conversation? So this is why you called me here?”

“Elara! Show some respect!” My father spoke.

“Respect? I-“

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the new Mrs. Rooke.”

I heard Melissa’s voice.

And now they are complete.

“Melissa, your sister has been waiting to see you.” Mother said to her.

She walked up to me. She had on platform heels, which made her seem taller than me.

“Has she? I see you’re all loaded now, Elara, driving around with a Porsche and a driver.” She smirked.

My parents exchanged a surprised look.

“He gave you a car and a driver? Why didn’t you mention that?” Mother asked.

“It’s not important.”

“Can you believe this brat?” Father sneered.

“Elara, we raised you. We deserve to be taken care of. You owe us that.” My mother said.

“Owe? You see, that’s the issue right there. I am your child. You gave birth to me. I don’t owe you anything, and besides, isn’t your favorite daughter, Melissa, here with you? She can take care of you. Can she not? I heard her modeling career is going well.”

“I can’t believe you’re this ungrateful.” My father shook his head.

“I don’t have any money to give you, nor will I tell Cassian to invest in anything related to you, and forget about having dinner with him.”

My father’s eyes darkened.

“Don’t push me, Elara.” He advanced towards me.

“Or what? You’ll hit me?” “Try it.”

I watched them and scoffed as I turned to walk out. I was close to the door when my father suddenly grabbed me by my arm with brute force.

“Don’t make the mistake of making an enemy of us, Elara. It won’t end well for you.”

His arm was ripped away from me by Tony, who held my father’s hand as his hand twisted with pain.

I was tempted to allow him to break his hand, but I couldn’t.

“Tony, it’s fine. Let him go.” I spoke to my overprotective bodyguard.

He didn’t budge for a second before narrowing his eyes and letting Dad’s hand go. I watched as he howled in pain.

‘Next time, let’s try to keep our hands to ourselves.” He said coolly.

I almost laughed at how he didn’t care about what he did.

“Elara, you’re really going to watch while the help disrespects your father?! How can you be so cruel?!” I heard my mother’s voice as she ran to my father’s side.

I rolled my eyes at their theatrics.

“I am done with this family. Don’t ever contact me again.”

I said as I finally walked down while my Father shouted behind me.

It didn’t matter. I was completely done with them.