Return everything to vanessa

DAISY POV ~

I can't believe she just said those words to me. I can't.

Where did it all go wrong? These are my parents, the same people who showered me with love and care, the same people who stood by me during every milestone I have ever achieved in life.

But now, they are the same people hurting me in the worst way possible.

“Mum, you don't mean that,” my voice breaks and I turn to my Dad. “Dad, how can you let her say those words to me? I'm your daughter. Your Daisy.”

“That’s the biggest lie of all,” he throws the words at me, his face suddenly twisting into a sneer I have never seen on him before.

What did he just say?

“Dad, I–I don't understand.”

“We raised you,” My mom says and steps closer to me, and for the first time in my life, I am genuinely terrified of the woman who used to read me bedtime stories.

“We poured our love, our money, our time into you.” She continues. “We did all that while our real daughter was starving and rotting away in the slums.” She sobs, pointing at Vanessa.

Real daughter? 

What in heaven's name is my mom talking about?!

“Mom, I still don't understand. I’m your daughter—”

“You are not my daughter!” she screams and suddenly grabs a vase from the side table and hurls it against the wall. The same vase that I bought for her during Mother’s Day last year.

“Mom stop!”

“I'm not your mother!” She yells back at me. “You are not my daughter! Vanessa is my daughter!”

“We just found out the truth ourselves recently,” My dad adds, stepping closer to me. “You were never a Sinclair.”

“No,” I stumble back, shaking my head. “This is a joke right? You guys are playing a prank on me right?”

“The only joke here is your life!” my father yells so loud that I flinch. “The day you were born, your miserable excuse of parents switched Vanessa with you at the hospital. They wanted their biological child—you—to grow up in riches, so they stole our precious baby and gave you to us! You are the daughter of thieves and liars, Daisy. And all these years, you have been living a life that belongs to Vanessa.”

I look at Vanessa from my dad to my mom, and then back to Vanessa and next to my dad.

“Dad, I think something's wrong—”

“Nothing is wrong,” my mum cuts me off. “You are not our daughter and you knew it.”

“What?! No! I didn't know! How could I possibly—”

“Liar!” My mother shouts. “You knew! That’s why you tried to kill Vanessa three years ago!”

“I’m innocent! I didn’t push her! I have been telling you this for three years! I didn’t push her off that cliff!”

“You did it because you found out the truth right?! You tried to get rid of her so you could keep the money and Sebastian too?!”

“No!” I scream, clutching my head with my hands. “That’s not true! I love Sebastian! I didn’t know anything about being switched at birth! I’m innocent!”

“Innocent?” My dad lets out a laugh that doesn't sound like one. “Look at Vanessa. She grew up wearing rags while you wore designer dresses bought with her money. She went hungry while you ate feasts at our table. You stole everything from her. Her birthday parties, her Christmas presents, everything.”

“I didn't steal anything!” I sob, tears blurring my vision. “I was a baby! I didn't choose this! I never asked for any of this!”

“Mom, Dad, please, don’t upset yourself,” Vanessa begs, walking over to my parents and resting her head on my mum's shoulder. “Maybe… maybe Daisy really didn't know. We should not blame her for this.” 

“You are too kind, my angel,” my mother sighs and strokes Vanessa’s hair, looking at her with the adoration she used to look at me with.

And then, she turns to me, the look of adoration instantly replaced by a burning glare.

“You ingrate, we are not letting you go until you pay back everything you owe us and Vanessa.”

“What?”

“Yes Daisy, you heard her clearly.” My father snaps and exits the room, only to come back a few minutes later with some papers which he places on the table.

He pulls a pen from his pocket and uncaps it, offering me the pen.

“Sign the papers,” he commands.

Through my tears, I look down at the papers. Instantly, the bold letters at the top twists my guts.

TRANSFER OF ASSETS.

“W-what is this?” I ask.

“You are going to sign over everything to Vanessa,” my father replies coldly. “You will hand over the trust fund we set up for you, the apartment in the city, the car, the jewelries, and even all the stocks in your name. Everything will goes to Vanessa. Today.”

"I... I can't," I shake my head. “I WON'T SIGN THIS!"

He looks at me as if I just insulted him. “You have no choice Daisy.”

“Please Dad, if I sign this, I will have nothing and nowhere to go. Please don't do this to me and your grandchild.” 

"Grandchild? You're pregnant?" My mother asks and suddenly laughs. “Oh my gosh. You're really a descendant of manipulators! So you have already set a trap for Sebastian? Do you really think he cares about you? He hates you, Daisy. Just like we do."

"Sign the papers now or I will call the police right now and have you arrested for the attempted murder of Vanessa Morgan,” my father threatens, pushing the pen into my hand. “Don't make me angrier, Daisy. With our testimony and Vanessa’s statement, you will rot in prison for years. Is that where you want to raise your bastard child?"

I freeze.

He is a powerful man and from the deadly look in his eyes, I have no doubt that he is capable of fulfilling his threat if I disobey him. Does he hate me that much?

Well, he does. And I don't want to raise my precious child in prison.

My hand shakes uncontrollably with the pen as I look at the paper again before I look up at the parents I loved my whole life. They are now looking at me like I’m a disease. 

I have no choice.

With a sob, I sign my name.

DAISY SINCLAIR.

The last name isn't even mine.

I am just Daisy now.

The moment I'm done signing, my father snatches the document away from me. He checks the signature, nods, and suddenly grabs my arm.

“Now get out of this house.” He snaps, dragging me towards the front door.

"Dad please... it's dark and I don't have anywhere else to go.”

“I don't fucking care.” He opens the front door and shoves me out. I stumble, barely catching myself on the porch railing

“Don’t you ever come back here!” My mother yells from the doorway. “If I see you on this property again, I’ll call the police!”

And just like that, the door is slammed shut. Right in my face.

I stand there for a moment, staring at the closed door. I have nothing. No money. No home. No family. No husband.

It's just me and my unborn child against the world.

What am I going to do now?

I walk to the driveway and step into my car. Inside, I wipe my face aggressively.

Crying won't save me. Crying won't save my baby.

Think, Daisy. Think.

A new notification comes into my phone. I pull out the phone from my bag and see that the private investigator just sent me a message.

His message says that he mailed the documents of the evidence to my house when he couldn't find me at the restaurant.

This is it. I have one last hope left. If I can get that file, maybe… maybe I can’t get my parents back, and maybe Sebastian is gone, but I can clear my name. I can prove to the world I’m not the villain they all think I am.

But to achieve that, I have to get that file before anyone else. That file is the only thing that can save me and my baby.

Starting the car, I drive into the streets like a manic. Sebastian isn't at home during this time of the day and he is probably out celebrating his engagement to the love of his life, so the house should be empty.

On getting home, I park down the street away from the house and walk up to the door, fumbling for the keys in my purse.

The instant I find the keys, I insert the right key and the lock clicks. I push the door open and step inside, closing it softly behind me.

The house is silent.

Thank God.

Immediately, I walk up to where Mrs Hart keeps our mails when there is a delivery.

And right there, I see a thick brown envelope.

Quickly, I pick up the envelope.

But just as I am about to open it, the front door opens.

Shit.

I turn around.

And instantly, I see Sebastian walking into the house.