All Chapters of My Mate's Father Wants Me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

VINCE Dying would be a better choice right now. An easier and less painful one. Rather than staying alive and feeling every fucking shade of pain I never knew existed. I wasn't even sure what part of my body hurt more. Was it my swollen eyes that dripped blood in intervals? Or my bleeding ankle that made walking almost impossible and fucking excruciating? Or my aching chest? Or the burning sensation crushing my heart into bits?The pain already pierced into my soul, shattered my resolve, and left me at its mercy. I could almost feel my soul leaving me.Before now, I'd conjure up images and moments with Elena in my head. They sheltered me from the pain. Kept my mind distracted and at peace. Endless fantasies of getting reunited with her had me in one piece. Until I found out in the most painful way that she already moved on with Trent. It was at that moment that I gave up. Lost my will to fight and let the pain come in and eat me up. What's the point of struggling to stay alive when

ELENA "Elena…”The voice was faint. Deep. Raspy. Vince. My heart ached anew and I itched to get closer to the voice. To him. To cry my heart out and beg him never to leave. To tell him I'm sorry. But the harder I stretched my hand to him, the more he was out of touch. “Elena…” I felt a hand hovering over mine. And a shadow cast above me. Faint background voices joined in, destroying my beautiful illusion of Vince. My eyes slowly opened, taking in the blurry, white ceilings. The voices whispered more, all at once, making it kinda hard to grab a thing. I took a deep breath, blinking until my vision cleared. The smell. The ceiling. The ambiance. I knew exactly where I was. “Luna Elena. Are you alright?” Dr. Drake asked, hovering over me. He had a cautious gaze and a pitiful stare. I took a few seconds and then the agony in my heart set in. “Where's Vince?” I whispered to him, holding his hand pleadingly while tears rolled down the corners of my eyes. “I need to see him…”“Luna

TRENT The papers landed harshly on the table, making the men flinch slightly. Grey-haired. Black suited. Wrinkled face. Greedy assed. Exhausting. Frustrating MEN!!!“WHAT?” I grumbled furiously, scowling at all of them. They cleared their throats, nervously looking away. One of them, with the most glaring guts, repeated the damn words. “We're sorry, Alpha Trent, but we can't show you the company's financial statements. And don't get us wrong. We respect and acknowledge you as Vince's son…”“But?” I snarled, fixing my dead glare at him. He swallowed a lump and continued. “But Vince didn't leave a will that states that we hand everything to you when he's not here. He didn't authorize you to be his proxy. So we're sorry but we can't do it.”I was standing, hands braced on the table with my hands tightly fisted. The rage inside me was being fueled by every nasty, insulting, and gutsy word they'd been saying since this meeting started. So badly do I wanna flip this table in their fac

ELENA “Elena.” The voice woke me from my brief nap, and I slowly sat up. Seeing my hand still intertwined with my father's brought tears to my eyes instantly. But knowing there was someone else in the room gave me the courage to hold back the tears. I looked up, expecting to see the doctor, but it wasn't him. “Mr. Williams?” He was Father's attorney.He gave a prim smile and a curt bow. “Hello, Ma'am.”“Is there a problem?” I asked, pretty unsure why he was here, looking all serious and in a business mood. Father was still unconscious. So who did he come here for?“Would you give me a few minutes? There's something I need to tell you.”“Uh…sure. I'll meet you in the hallway.”He nodded and left first. I took my time, removing my fingers from Father's, staring at him for seconds, kissing his forehead before leaving the room and going to join Mr. Williams on the seat. “Is there a problem?” I asked nervously. He didn't say a word. But opened his suitcase and took out a file. “Her

ELENA “Are you alright, Miss Elena?” Mr. Williams asked, looking at me with a grave level of concern. “I’m…fine,” I said, trying hard not to show how nervous I was. But hiding it only increased the suffocation I was feeling. There was a crippling knot in my chest. My fingers were shaky and numb. My heart was thumping so loud. And my feet were sweaty inside my shoes. I wasn't alright. How could I be? “It's just a meeting, Ma'am. Try to relax.” Mr. Williams said with a comforting smile. He did seem relaxed. Probably because this was his work and he's done it all his life.He's gone through such meetings. Held them. So he was naturally accustomed to them. I, on the other hand, had every reason to be freaking out. This was my first meeting — my first meeting as a proxy. And my first meeting, which could be seen as a war against my Mother. There was no way in hell I could be relaxed. No way. Every nerve in me was screaming at me to back off and just return home. I badly needed to t