บททั้งหมดของ My Mate's Father Wants Me : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

VINCENo. I shut my eyes, and my damn ears. I didn't need her apologies. It'd only make me forgive her faster than I intended to. It'd make a fool of my anger.“I'm sorry, Vince…” She was trying to touch me again. I pushed back quickly. “Don't do that. Don't fucking apologize. I don't have the heart to forgive you. And don't try touching me if you don't want me pinning you on my bed and having my way with you. Do you understand?”Again, she was appalled. Her blared eyes; arched brows. She couldn't believe her ears. "You're not gonna forgive me...?""No."“Then what are you gonna do to me?” She asked weakly. The fact that I was already surrendering to me without a fight killed my resolve. I'd rather she blasts me. She fights me. That way, I'd be enraged and hurt her back. But she's all soft and vulnerable…my heart wouldn't let me do half the shit I wanna do. Damn you, Elena. “Are you gonna send me back to the rogues?”“I'll make you choose me, Elena. But not because I'm still head

VINCE I'd bet Trent would have his jaw lying bare on the floor when he sees me. I knew that for a fact. But I didn't know he'd ooze so much guilt and fear instantly.Seeing the terror in his eyes was satisfying as well as heart-wrenching. Knowing he was already pleading guilty without being prosecuted…the worst part was that there were no regrets in those eyes. Just plain fear that his plans of getting rid of me just blew up in his face. “Fa…ther?” His voice shook. Then his eyes widened further when Leo walked in, standing beside me. “Vi…Vince?” It was Vanessa. Unlike Trent, she looked more shocked than guilty. Frozen, literally.I flashed her a dim smile and gestured at the men. “Have a seat. All of you.”They all sat down and I took brisk steps to my seat. Except Trent was in the way. He was still in a daze. “Son,” I hummed, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shuddered. Even my touch unnerved him now. “You don't have the right to be in that seat.” He blinked rapidly, sucking in

ELENA Father's hands were warmer today than they were yesterday, and that made me a little less sad. Hopefully, he'll wake up soon. Even the doctor said that it wasn't certain when he'd wake up. It's so hard watching him unconscious and mute. So hard staring at him for hours and not hearing his voice, or seeing him smile at me. My heart's so heavy, and there are a lot of things I want to say to him. I want to cry on him so badly and hear him reassure me that everything will be alright. I really hope he wakes up soon. I'm trying so hard not to break but I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I glanced at Mother and Tracy. They were both sitting on the only couch in the room, quiet and almost nonexistent. It's so hard being this way with them — distant. I miss those times when we could all be free and be each other's support. Right now, there is an undeniable tension between us. It's not spoken yet, but I can already feel a growing animosity, and it makes me so nervous. At t

ELENA Opening my eyes to Vince, being so damn close to me sent my heart racing instantly. His lips were almost touching mine, his hand cupped my face, and his eyes held a softness that I hadn't seen in a long time. The last time he looked so vulnerable was when he was pleading that I shouldn't get rid of our child. It's been so long…“Sorry.” He blurted out, jerking off the bed and gritting his teeth. My face was flushed from the proximity. I needed a minute to calm the heat. “Where…where am I?” The question was already out before I could stop myself. It was a stupid question. Because I knew exactly where I was. “Take a wild fuckin’ guess.” He grated out. His broad back was all I could see. He still wasn't looking at me. “Why did you bring me here instead of taking me home?” He didn't answer that. Seconds of intense silence made me almost melt. But then he finally turned around and I was shocked to see that his eyes weren't so soft anymore. They were back to being rigid. Cold. I

ELENA The cab dropped me off in front of the main gate and I walked inside. My tears had subsided, birthing a dangerous rage in my nerves instead. I've never felt this way before. I should control it, but nope, instead, I'm heading inside to confront Trent with it. I'm not sure how it's going to turn out, but I'm not about to have doubts. Or chicken out. I've been fooled for too long. Not anymore.The guards at the front porch bowed as I took the steps. I pushed the door open and went inside. The living room was empty. I headed for our bedroom, unsure if I would find him there. Maybe he's not home altogether. Maybe he's out with Tracy. Maybe he's doing another shitty thing he's gonna lie about. Or maybe…I pushed the door open and halted. There he was, sitting on our bed, looking in the mirror while checking his bashed-up face. Vince really did a work of art on his face and I can't help the thrill seeing him this way was giving me. He looked up and saw me. His face knotted as he