All Chapters of My Mate's Father Wants Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ELENA The shuffling sounds of feet stirred me up from my resting state. Not resting, just…exhausted. Tears were rolling down my face as I slowly sat up. Staring hard at the door, I was terrified of whoever was coming in. It's been days already. I've had quite unpleasant visitors from those gigantic guards. Excruciating hits on my face for my defiance. A few rape attempts but something stops them. A particular line… "be thankful we're not allowed to touch you yet.” Still, I've been assaulted, no matter how little. I'm trying so hard to keep my spirit strong and not let them break me. But every day I wake up here, and it breaks me a little bit. I fear that in a few days, I'll be completely shattered and fall deep into despair. If only a miracle were to happen and I were saved before then…The door opened, and three maids stepped inside with trays of food. And then another woman, who has a more stoic expression. “Set them on the table.” She ordered. The girls did as she ordered. “L

DECLAN I arrived at the front porch and was stunned by the handful of people standing there. Father, some elders, his guards, the high-ranked female servants and were all dressed very officially, a huge, glaring contrast to my glaring casual outfit. A deeper shock crept into me at the entourage pulling into the compound. Three BMWs that screamed insane wealth. A jeep. And lastly the limo. The maids made way for me to walk through and I did, but stopped next to Beck. He's my best friend/right-hand man. “What the hell is going on? Who has this entourage?” I kept my voice in a whisper. “Dude, where the hell have you been?” He slapped my chest. “Getting fixed.” I rolled my eyes, still pissed. He grinned. “I'm jealous.”“What's going on?” I asked again. It was neither the right place nor time for his jokes. “Vince Walker.”“Who?” “The legendary Vince Walker.” There was sarcasm and spite in his voice. And there was anger in mine when I responded. “What the hell is he doing here?!”

VINCE “Who owns that voice?” It was impossible to keep the rage out of mine. I was slowly being overshadowed by the sheer hunger to rip out the eyes of every rogue standing in this hallway.He bit his lower lip in a suppressed chuckle. “There are say, 400 females in the building. Wouldn't it be crazy if I recognized all their voices?”400 bitches, but they stood no chance against Elena. If he met her, even for a second, he's gonna register her voice in his head. Her voice is addictive. It clings to you once you hear it. I should know. “Besides, why do you care about knowing who owns the voice? You don't seem like the type to play knight in shiny armor to bratty damsels in distress."Bratty. So he knows the voice belongs to Elena. He knows because he already met her. And he thinks she's bratty because she might have lashed out at him. Maybe a little too much, like she does with me. But she didn't realize these folks weren't obsessed with her like I am. They won't let her attitude sl

DECLAN “Father!” I stormed into Father's serene quarters, flustered with rage. “Father!” The maids outside the door bowed, and they were gonna say something. I didn't have the patience to listen and just pushed them aside. “Father!” I stepped inside but halted forcefully. “Geez, I'm so sorry…” I spun around quickly, reeling in embarrassment. Father was in bed with one of his concubines and I'd just rudely interrupted. “I'm so sorry, Father. I'll just come back later.”“Stay, son.” His gruff voice stopped me. I paused. The soft shuffling and whispering lasted for seconds. And then she walked past me, wrapped in a blanket with her clothes in her hands. What have I done?“Turn around,” Father said. I did, still lowering my head, regretting every step I took that led me here. “I'm really sorry, Father…”“It's alright. Raise that head. You're my heir. You should keep that head raised always. Regardless of what you did.”I raised my head, meeting his gaze. He looked relaxed. Irritat

TRACY I watched the phone anxiously, waiting for him to pick up the call. The thought that he might ignore it like he's been doing almost brought me to tears. My grip on the phone was shaky. I was muttering a heartfelt prayer to the moon goddess. “Hello,” his voice wafted through the speaker. I held the phone tighter, grinning ear to ear, amidst the tears stained on my face. “Trent…”“If you keep bugging my phone with your calls, you leave me no choice but to smash it to pieces. That way, you'll have nothing to call.”I swallowed the hurt from his words. I wouldn't let it get to me. He picked up his call; that's what matters the most. “Are you busy?” “It's fucking 10 p.m, Tracy. I need to sleep. What do you want?” “I need to see you. It's been a while. I miss you…”“What part of me do you miss? My hands? My face? Or my fucking dick? I'll cut it off and send it to you. I hope that'll be enough to get you off my back.”“Why are you being so mean to me?” I sobbed, unable to take it