Once, my paranoid love

Anne’s hand flew to her cheek, a mixture of surprise and pain crossing her features. The rawness of the moment was palpable, the tension that had simmered between them erupting in a single, striking gesture.

“Dad!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of disbelief and concern.

Anne shut her eyes, her fingers gently massaging her stinging cheek. The physical pain seemed to pale in comparison to the turmoil within her. Her thoughts raced, a mixture of anger and determination intertwining as she contemplated the repercussions of the slap. ‘I need to calm down,’ she told herself, ‘This slap, this insult-I won’t forget. I’ll have my revenge, Robert. I promise, I’ll find a way to kick your daughter out of your life.’C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

As Anne clenched her teeth, her resolve solidified. The layers of manipulation and secrecy that had bound her were cracking, revealing a darker side of her intentions. The room around her seemed to fade as she delved into her own thoughts, plotting a course of action that would turn the tide in her favor.

Meanwhile, I stood there, attempting to control the situation that had spiraled out of control. The shock of witnessing the slap and the raw emotions that had been exposed left me in a state of disbelief. “What is this?” I questioned my voice with a mixture of confusion and concern.

My gaze shifted towards my father, whose features were marked by regret and a heaviness that seemed to stretch beyond the moment. His actions had shaken the foundation of our family dynamics, revealing a side of him that I hadn’t known existed. “Dad,” I implored, my voice softer now, “you can tell me, Dad.”

He looked at me with a mixture of emotions playing across his face. The weight of his decisions seemed to bear down on him, and I could see the turmoil within him as he grappled with the choice he had made.

“Elena,” he began, his voice weary, “Just forget it.”

Anne’s grip on my hand tightened, her gaze locking onto mine with a determination that sent shivers down my spine. Her words were like a sudden gust of wind, carrying with them a proposal that was both shocking and unthinkable. “You have to marry Mr. Huston,” she declared, her voice firm and unwavering.

The words hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me stunned and disbelieving. My mind struggled to process what I had just heard. “What?” I managed to sputter, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and indignation.

“Anne, how dare you?” my dad’s voice thundered, his anger flashing like lightning. His hand moved with an almost reflexive motion, as if he couldn’t contain his rage. He was about to slap her once again.

Reacting on instinct, I stepped between them, placing myself in the line of fire. My hand gently caught my dad’s wrist, preventing his hand from making contact with Anne’s face. I turned to look at him, my expression a plea for restraint. “Is that so?” I asked, my voice softer now, tinged with a mix of disbelief and concern.

My dad’s gaze met mine; there was a mixture of frustration and resignation in his eyes. The turmoil within him was evident, torn between his anger towards Anne and his recognition of the futility of violence.

Anne’s defiance remained unyielding; her gaze locked onto mine as if she was daring me to understand the gravity of her proposition. Ignoring my father’s presence, she clung to her determination, seemingly unfazed by the chaos she had stirred.

“You are not obligated to do this, honey.” My dad’s voice softened as he spoke to me, his eyes carrying a weight of sorrow. His words were an acknowledgement of the difficult situation he had entangled us in. “Your dad will figure something out.”

His expression held a plea for forgiveness, a silent admission of his own vulnerability and regret. “All you have to do now is go to your room, my love,” he added, his voice gentle yet laden with a sense of defeat.

As I looked between them, the complexity of the moment settled heavily on my shoulders. Anne’s desperation to secure her own interests, my father’s struggle to protect our family, and my own desire to find a solution-all these conflicting motives collided in a tempest of emotions.

“I created this problem. Now let me deal with it,” my dad’s voice was tinged with a mixture of frustration and determination, the weight of his choices evident in his words. His gaze held a hint of regret, as if he wished he could shield me from the consequences of his actions. “And Anne, I’m warning you; I don’t want to hear that from you again,” he added sternly before turning and retreating to his room.

The echo of his footsteps seemed to reverberate in the air as I stood there, processing the gravity of the situation. My father’s admission hung heavily in the room, a reminder of the tangled web of complications that he had become enmeshed in.

I sank onto the couch, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty. What was the right course of action? How could I navigate this intricate maze of emotions and decisions? My dad had always been the guiding force in our lives, the one who led by example and protected us from harm. Now, seeing him grapple with his own mistakes, I felt a sense of helplessness that was both foreign and unsettling.

‘Mom, what should I do? How can I help him?’

The room was silent except for the sound of my own thoughts racing. My dad enjoyed working; it was his passion and his purpose. He had poured his heart into his business, and now the consequences of his choices threatened to unravel everything he had built.

Abruptly, Anne’s voice cut through the stillness. “If you actually love your dad, simply accept his offer,” she stated matter-of-factly. Her words were like a gauntlet thrown down-a challenge to confront the harsh reality that lay before me.

I turned to face her, my gaze steady despite the turmoil within me. Her words were calculated, designed to provoke a response. “Accept his offer?” I repeated, my voice tinged with skepticism. The idea of acquiescing to her demands was inconceivable-a betrayal of everything I believed in.

Anne’s lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. “Otherwise, he’ll take everything,” she continued, her tone dripping with a mixture of warning and manipulation. “And you know, this business is Robert’s dream, and it’s also your mother’s house.”

Her words struck a nerve, unraveling emotions I had suppressed for years. The memory of my mother, the pain of her absence-it all surged to the surface. Anne’s attempt to exploit my vulnerabilities was both infuriating and heartbreaking.

I had nothing to say to her. I sank into my thoughts. If I went to him and requested it, would I be allowed to work?

I sat there, my thoughts spinning like a whirlwind. The weight of Anne’s ultimatum, the enormity of the choices before me-they all pressed down on my shoulders. The idea of marrying Mr. Huston was a suffocating thought that I couldn’t shake.

“How can I marry him?” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. The concept seemed impossible-an insurmountable obstacle that clashed with everything I believed in. My heart raced, and I could feel the panic rising within me.

My mind flashed to Paul, his face coming into focus. The turmoil in my heart intensified. I clenched my fists and pressed my trembling lips together, struggling to contain the flood of emotions threatening to engulf me. ‘Paul, I…’ I thought, but the words caught in my throat.

As Anne prepared to leave, her parting words hung in the air like a warning. “I hope you don’t make any wrong decisions,” she stated with a calculated edge, her eyes locking onto mine. Her intention was clear-to sow doubt and uncertainty, to plant seeds of hesitation within me.

Watching her exit, I felt a mixture of anger and determination. Her manipulation tactics were transparent, and I refused to let them sway my resolve. She might have succeeded in creating chaos, but I was determined to find my own path through the turmoil.

Alone in the room, I sank deeper into thought, contemplating the enormity of the situation that had been thrust upon me. My father’s business, his dreams, our family’s future-all of it hung in the balance.

“So, what should I do now?” I mused aloud, the words escaping my lips in a whisper.

My dad had always been my guiding light, and I wasn’t about to let him suffer the consequences of his mistakes alone. I owed him that much. But the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, and I knew that the decisions I made would ripple through our lives.