All Chapters of My Mate's Father Wants Me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VINCE Drowning myself in the glasses of tequila and every other drink back in the hall was my fatal way to keep myself in check. Leonardo's epic jokes and Richard's boisterous laughter cocooned me and made it harder for anyone to see through me — that I was a breaking wall. More like a shattered one, left in pieces on the cold, damn floor. Being a pro at hiding my true emotions was a skill I never thought I'd need so badly until today. Sitting so casually and sipping my drinks while my heart was in shambles was one crazy shit. I even dared to laugh at Leonard's jokes sometimes, while it was raining tears inside me. All because of her. All because she chose to be one cruel girl, who didn't even give the teeniest fuck about me. Seeing her leave the hall was the highlight of the day for me. I needed to talk to her. Get to convince her or maybe if she sees how much I was suffering already, she'd somehow pity me.“Please stop hurting me, Elena,” my arms wrapped her up, keeping her in

ELENA “Welcome home, Ma'am.” The maid at the door greeted me as I walked into the house. I handed her the bag of groceries in my arm and she went to keep it while I headed upstairs. “Ma'am?” I turned. It was our butler. “Yes?”“Your husband said to tell you that he'll be home late. He's meeting an important client.”“Thank you.” I nodded, putting the key into the lock and opening the door to our bedroom. I shut the door and took off the scarf around my neck. There's a flower — a rose bouquet on the bed and a note to it. Picking it up, I read the words silently. —To the woman whose smiles I'll never get tired of seeing. I love you, Elena. Happy anniversary. TRENT. —Oh. It was our anniversary. Our 5th. It's insane how few years back, I used to be the most thrilled about our anniversaries. But now, I barely recall. Does that make me a terrible mate or did something go terribly wrong in this union? Something that can't be fixed, regardless of how hard we try. Sitting on the bed

RICHARDThe whispering in the house only had my nerves in stitches. My heart was still racing like it did an hour ago when those barbarians were here. It was almost like I was low-key having a panic attack. “Drink, love.” My mate, Lucy, came next to me, stretching a glass to me. I eyed the glass but couldn't take it. My fingers were trembling so much. I might drop it if I dared. “Please. Please take it away.” I breathed rashly, rubbing my thumping heart. She sighed, dropping the glass on the small center table. “Richard.” She cooed, holding me in her arms. “Please, try to be calm. Elena's gonna be fine.”“Will she really?” Nothing about what happened an hour ago assured me that. It all happened in a flash. One minute, we were all excitedly awaiting Elena's arrival, and the next minute, the house was invaded and hijacked by a good number of rogues. How they invaded the house and how we never realized until we were held hostage was beyond me. And then their leader, young and arro

ELENA The pungent smell wafting through my nostrils stirred me awake. My vision was blurry and there was a hard thumping in my head. It made me wince. I blinked a couple of times and my vision cleared. Taking sight of the strange room sent a dreadful feeling down my spine. It was dusty, damp, and frighteningly dark. There was just a little window, and it was a little bit open, sending in a tiny ray of light. The floorboard was old, and some parts cracked. There was barely any furniture in the room except the old, rickety wardrobe, a single couch, and this bed….What? Panic engulfed me as I realized that my hands were firmly tied to the wooden headboard. My legs were tied together to the bedpost. Hot tears made their way down as I realized just what situation I was in. I got kidnapped by rogues. So definitely, this was their hood and I was being held hostage. The urge to bawl my eyes out in misery was beaten by my weird boldness to get out of here in one piece. “Somebody help me

VINCE “Bless this food, dearest moon goddess.” Vanessa prayed heartily. Trent joined in her little prayer. But I didn't. I couldn't. I was already sipping from my glass of wine, and sticking a forkful of my meal into my mouth.“You couldn't wait till I was done praying?” Vanessa pouted, shooting me a glare. She smiled at Trent though, and gestured at him to start eating. He came over when he heard I was back and he's been here. Vanessa seemed over the moon having both of us here with her. But I was irritated. Seeing Trent was fucking irritating. Knowing he'd been with Elena, knowing she chose him over me, was still hurting me just as badly. I couldn't even smile when he hugged me. It was a struggle to keep the grimace off my face and maintain a neutral look. A fucking struggle. “I'm really glad you're back home, Father.” He said again, with one heck of a cheerful smile. He meant it. And I should reciprocate the emotional shit. But, heaven help me, I can't. I fucking can't. So ye