Betrayal (Prologue)

Content Warning / Author’s Note:

This story contains mature and sensitive themes, 

including sexual assault, 

emotional trauma, betrayal, and psychological distress. 

Reader discretion is advised.

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"Congratulations, Miss Rita, your daughter is six weeks and three days pregnant," said the female doctor. 

Rita emotionally grieved at her daughter's situation, and tears came crashing down again.

She was just 18, and her future lies between either being a single mother and abandoning her education, or aborting the infant, since it was out of misfortune.

But, either way, Rita is ready to support any of her decisions.

 "Thanks, Doctor. Diana, do you wish to keep the child of that bastard?" Rita asked.

 Diana touched her belly and thought of an answer. Would it be right to abort this baby? 

She was too young to bear a child for a rapist. Even if she were to keep the child, her education would be affected. 

Being a single mother at such a young age would be hell.

Was it wrong to be in love with someone soo.. unworthy of it?. But she couldn't help but keep the child, no matter the consequences.

  "Any decision you make, I'll always stand by it, sweetheart," Rita assured, holding her hand in comfort. 

 "I wish to keep it. I want to give birth to this child. I want to raise him or her and teach them what the world is like. He or she may not experience their father's love, but I will be both a mother and a father to this child. And to the extent, his or her father will become dead to him or her," Diana said, her emotions blank and filled with hatred.   

This child would never call him father. If destiny were to play its game again, she'd make sure he or she hated him - that was a promise she made to herself.

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 "Life has taught me a great lesson," Diana chuckled darkly, standing to her feet and opening a drawer. 

Her gaze pierced on a silver gun. 

 Lifting it up, she proceeded to a secret room, which was joined in between her mirror and the wall.She entered the cell before walking into the dark room, clapping her hands as the light went on.

 Moving forward, she stopped in front of a picture frame, glaring at the picture plastered on the brick wall. 

 Clicking the gun, she measured the target, shooting straight at his face - not once, not twice, but countless times, until her heart was out of its anger towards the flame of the person she had come to hate most in this world.

The one who her best friend has warned her never to trust, but she blindly overlooked his cares, concerns and his possessiveness in the name of one man.

Michael Dickson.

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SOMEWHERE IN PARIS

 Bryan signed the final touches on his makeup, the skilled artist's hands moving deftly as she designed his face for the high-profile modeling event. Meanwhile, another assistant adjusted his suit, ensuring every crease was perfectly in place.

 "Mr. Adron, it's time for the event," Bryan's assistant, Aaman, announced. Bryan stood up, adjusting his suit with a practiced motion, and stepped out of the makeup room, Aaman trailing behind him.

 "Mr. Adron, you also have an appointment with your mother at 1 pm," Aaman added, 

 "How's her treatment going?" Bryan asked calmly, 

 "It's going as well as before, but she's threatened to stop her treatment if you don't get married soon," Aaman replied with a deep sigh.  

Bryan chuckled, his eyes locking onto familiar faces in the fashion world.

  "Any calls from Diana yet?" he asked, his voice casual.

  "No, boss. But if you'd like, I can reach out to her on your behalf," Aaman offered. 

Bryan dismissed the idea with a swift wave of his hand. "No need for that. I'll pay her a visit soon after."  

"Thank you all for coming to witness our talented models," the first announcer said, her voice warm and engaging. "As always, we have an exceptional lineup of designers and models. Our participants have truly outdone themselves with their spectacular creations."

  "I envy them," the second male announcer said dramatically, gaining a low chuckle from the audience.

  "The winner for today's best selection is..." The announcer's voice trailed off, and a long silence settled.

Everyone held their breath, Bryan wasn't concerned if the award was given to someone else, he had won countless of the Kings awards over the years.

His main concern was to leave the stage and visit his sick mom in the hospital.

 "Everyone, put your hands together for Mr. Adron Bryan and Miss Taun, aka Ahana...".

 The audience erupted into applause, the cameras flashing non stop as they emerged fully on the stage, the female announcer handing them their trophies, which was boldly written as the King of model Bryan Adron and the Queen of divas Taun Bruce. 

 "Anything you'd like to say to your fans, Mr. Adron?" the male announcer asked,

  "I don't have much to say, just thank you to everyone for selecting my designer, as always," Bryan replied, his voice smooth and appropriate. 

"This is my third time as the Queen of Model, and it's possible because of the belief and courage I've received from my family and everyone here. A very big thank you from the deepest part of my heart," Taun said with gratitude. 

🎋🎋🎋🎋

 MORPH HOSPITAL.

🎋🎋🎋🎋

  "Doc, how is she?".

  "She's okay; her blood pressure is good, and so is her heart," the doctor replied.

 "That means there's nothing to worry about, then?" Bryan glanced at his mother, seeking reassurance.

 "Yes, Mr. Adron. Ms. Oliver is in good condition for now," the doctor said, his words offering a glimmer of hope. 

Bryan watched his mother smile. He felt a wave of relief, even though he knew she was pretending to be okay. 

She was clearly not in good health, but as the doctor had said, she was stable for now.

"Thanks, Doc," Bryan said.

"It is my duty, Mr. Adron," the doctor replied before leaving the room.

Ms. Oliver turned to her son. "I saw you on TV. You won, as always," she said. Bryan chuckled and nodded. "By the way," she continued, "who is that pretty girl who won beside you? Dhanay. She would make a perfect wife, don't you think?"

Bryan rubbed his forehead and mumbled. "Mom, marriage is not my problem right now. For God’s sake, I’m only thirty-two. I’m still young for marriage."

As soon as he objected, Ms. Oliver began to sob. Bryan let out a deep sigh; she always does this when he doesn't give her what she wants…

"Aren’t you going to bless me with grandkids before I depart to the afterlife?" she asked. "My heart may be stable now, but that doesn't mean it won't fail again."

Bryan placed his finger on her lips. He didn’t want to hear her talk that way. "Nothing will happen to you, Mom. It’s a promise."

She gently moved his hand away and gave him a soft smile. "This illness has been with me for twenty-four years now, Bryan. Sooner or later, I have to give up. I have very little time left in this world. Anything can happen at any time. Until then, please grant my request. Bless me with grandkids."

“Am not compromising anything mom”. He pouts, resting his head on her thighs.