An unfit mother

Ophelia drove back home quietly, feeling defeated for the first time. And alone. She felt so alone.

Her father was off to some other country. Draco only cared about having her as his wife. Blaine did not want her as his wife, and her daughter did not like her.

Her mother would have loved her. 

Despite how much it pained her mother that she was turning out like her father, she still loved her and lovingly dealt with all Ophelia's issues while she was growing up.

But her mother was far, far away and she could not reach her. 

She doubted the woman would ever wake up, so she was truly alone. She had no one to help her.

She could not make that confession. As badly as it terrified her that that bitch would make her affair with Draco known to the public and release whatever this thing was she had against her parents, she just could not confess what she did that night because she knew that her father would not let her go to jail.

He would kill her.

She could just kill herself though, and save everyone the bother. 

She laughed as she drove the car to a halt in the Tucker mansion and a guard ran towards her to take the keys from her. 

She smiled sadly at him, and saw the shocked look on his face.

Was it such a strange thing that she would give anyone a smile? 

She walked into her unit and froze when she heard someone moving around in her bedroom. 

She frowned. It was too late in the day for any maids to be cleaning. 

She hurried toward the bedroom and stopped when she saw no one, but when she turned towards the closet she saw Blaine rummaging through the drawers. 

She stared at him in surprise. 

“Honey?” She called, and he straightened up. 

She felt tears sting her eyes. Was she really about to lose this man? He was perfect. Standing there so buff, his shoulders blocked off most of the cabinets away from view.

And his eyes..

Those eyes were looking at her with an irritated grimace now, “Please stop calling me that.”

She swallowed, looking at him as her heart shredded painfully to pieces. 

It always stung her to see a man who literally worshiped her now look at her like that. It hurt, it hurt so much.

“Where’s Olivia’s passport?” he asked as he turned back to the drawers in the closet and began to open them again.

Her heart dropped as she flung her bag onto the bed and hurried towards him. “You are not taking my daughter anywhere. Do you hear me?”

Blaine whirled around, “Relax!” His voice was as sharp as a whip. “I need to take her on a vacation.”

She folded her arms, staring at him, “I will not fall for your trick. I will not let you take my child away from me.”

He stared at her like she had just said the most foolish thing. “I don’t need to play tricks to do that. The court would grant me custody without second thoughts.”

“Why? Because you will buy them off with your money?” She shot back.

“Because you are an unfit mother!” he said, and she felt like he had slapped her. 

“You are fighting over a child you go weeks without seeing even when you both live under the same roof?” He stopped. “I did not come here to argue. I need my daughter’s passport.”

“Why don’t you have it? Father of the year,” she said bitterly. “Why do you have to come to the unfit mother for her passport?”

Blaine stood looking at her, and before she could speak, he whisked her up and carried her into the closet. 

She gasped, feeling dizzy.

“You brute. Put me down.” She said, hurling more curses at him. 

He put her down before her safe and, holding her hand like a vice, he forced her thumb to scan the safe open. All her struggles were useless because the man was like a freaking rock.

He weighed as heavy as one too. 

The safe opened, and he yanked Olivia’s passport out, and suddenly let her go. 

She staggered back as she stared after him.

“Sign those divorce papers. This is the last time I will ask you nicely.” He threw over his shoulders as he stepped out the door, and slammed it shut behind him.

“You big foolish oaf.” She cursed and then fell to the floor in tears. 

Was this really the end? Is this how she lost to that pale witch in the end? Was this how it all ended?

She could not make that video, Draco would not help her and that crazy woman would definitely follow through with her threat by morning. 

Her father would probably be with his powerful friends when he heard the news of what was happening in Tokyo.

That would make him all the more angry, and when he caught her, he would be merciless. 

Her eyes fell on a blade on her dresser.

She stood up slowly and began to walk close to it. 

Even if this was the last thing she did, she would never give Ariel the satisfaction of seeing her downfall.

And regardless of what the woman claimed, Ophelia knew she would be mad as hell that she did not get to kill or hurt her when she learned that she had killed herself.

The blade was nearly touching the inside of her wrist when she heard a ringtone, startling her. 

That ringtone was not hers. She followed the sound till she found herself standing before Blaine’s phone.

She picked it up and saw it was the chief guard calling. 

She smiled darkly. He was probably searching for the phone. 

She answered the phone and simply said, “Closet.”

He could come in here and be the first person to find her body. That would scar him for life. 

She was putting the phone down when she saw a message come in. She remembered Blaine’s password, their daughter’s name. 

She tried it and it still worked. 

As she read the text, her eyes widened and the blade fell from her hand. 

This was it. Maybe she could not kill Ariel, but she could do something worse to her.

She would do what would make the woman wish she had killed her instead. What would drive her crazy probably to commit suicide, and she would forget all about her revenge plan on her.

She heard the bedroom door open, and she quickly hit permanent delete on the message, and placed the phone back on the shelf.