My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapter 47. He's not my son

Here again using Sherina pov yes.

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~Shelina Aston~

My smile rises every time I remember Marcus's words. Everything is like a dream. I'm still not sure that we're both getting married soon.

My hand is stroking my stomach. All thanks to the baby in my stomach. Had I not fainted, I would have spoken the willing word from my mouth. Luckily I just said it in my heart and a second later fainted. God's plan no one ever knew.

The sound of footsteps entering the room made me look up. Jonathan came with his stelan. But there was no smell of alcohol from his body.

"You're so arrogant now that you didn't invite me to your wedding."

My jaw hardened and my hands clenched. What I invited him for. She never treated me as her daughter.

"For what? To mess up at my wedding?" I'm sarcastic. My eyebrows went up to mock him.

"It's so arrogant of you now. Does being Cho's great mistress make you dark-eyed and forget where you came from? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be a big lady."

"Whatchu mean? You're just using me. You never thought of me as your son. Because yourself? That's right, Andrew and I—argh." I immediately shouted as Jonathan's hand quickly gripped my neck.

"Basic child does not know himself. If it wasn't for me telling you to be a bitch, you wouldn't be able to meet Andrew. If it wasn't for me torturing you, Andrew wouldn't have married you. So, don't big head bitch."

My neck hurts so much. My hand gripped Jonathan's arm, pulling him to let me go. But his grip is getting stronger.

"Le—let go of my ak—." My voice choked. And the tears started coming out without me holding back.

Jonathan pulled something out of his pants pocket with his other hand. My eyes grew perfectly where the folding knife was opened.

A knife? What would Jonathan do with the knife? Is he going to torture me with that penknife?

"What do you think would happen if I scratched this knife in your pretty face." My eyes grew instantaneously staring at Jonathan's grinning face full of mystery at me. Makes my horse's fur creep with fear. He used to torture me but never used a knife.

"What do you want?"

"You must know what I want."

My eyes grew in disbelief. He did this just for the money. Can hurt his own daughter just for the money. What kind of father is he? He doesn't deserve to be called Dad. Even the worst father in the world is still better than him.

"Shelina, I heard you...." I glanced at Evelyn who had just entered this room. His eyes grew bigger and a second later a radiance of anger shot out from his body.

"What are you doing Jonathan?!" Evelyn shouted loudly. And to get closer. But quickly Jonathan stood behind me. His left hand pressed against my shoulder while the right hand holding the knife held forward.

"Don't come near. If you get close I'll hurt him." Jonathan's right hand now turned to the front of my neck. And the knife almost touched the skin of my neck.

"I won't let you hurt him." Evelyn's eyes looked at me fixedly, there was a strong determination there. I knew that girl would do something bad. But I don't want him to get hurt.

"Evelyn don't act stupid."

"But, Shelina."

"Yes, you better go and get Andrew here. Or I'll hurt his wife."

I looked right in Evelyn's eyes. Convince her that I will be fine and ask her to obey my father. It was as if I understood the message I sent from the look of my eyes. Evelyn sighed then turned to leave me with Jonathan.

I was silent after Evelyn left. Jonathan was still holding the knife in front of my neck. Pressuring me not to move a bit, if I don't want the knife to scratch my neck.

"Why are you doing this?"

After a long silence, I started talking to Jonathan. I want to know all the reasons for treating me like this. Not only to me but to my late mother. If I were his real daughter he wouldn't treat me this bad. No real father would torture his own son. Even an animal would not do that.

Didn't get any answers from Jonathan standing behind me. I'm back to talking.

"Why are you torturing me like this? Why are you treating me like a lowly bitch? Why don't you ever treat me like your daughter? Is your heart frozen or do you not have a heart? I'm your son, your own daughter, but why? Why are you treating me like this? You even tortured my mother until she died. Until when you do this. Until I don't breathe anymore?"

My breath is hunting, the tears are flowing again. My heart is broken considering everything that happened in my life because of it. A father is the place where his son rests. But why can't I do that one bit. Don't give me love. Jonathan never once smiled or thought of me as his daughter. In his eyes I was like a pest. In Jonathan's eyes, I was just the girl who made money for him. And in his eyes I was worthless.

"Because you don't mean anything to me."

I froze. I know she doesn't think of me as her daughter, but hearing Jonathan say that directly makes my heart ache and break. He did treat me badly but he's the only family I have in this world.

"Because you're not my daughter." Jonathan's words were like a rocket that flew fast and hit me. Blow me to pieces and shatter instantly to no end.

I always think about that reason. But hearing it straight from Jonathan's mouth tortured me so much. My heart denies it. My heart still wants him to lie. Even though he's done evil, I still love him. No matter how bad he treats me, I still think of him as my father.

"really?"

I still can't believe it. It was as if my heart was strongly opposed to it.

"Yes. I really loved Dina,—your mother first. But my love turned to hate after he fooled and lied to me. Your mother said she was pregnant with my son. That bitch said you were my son. He thinks he can fool and lie. You're definitely not my son. I fuck him often. But I'm sure you're not my son. He cheated on me and betrayed me. Maybe she was pregnant from the guest she served, because your mother had been a barmaid a long time ago. And he wants me to be in charge of that bastard."

"How do you know I'm not your son? You said you guys fucked a lot, right? Of course the possibility of you being my father is much greater."

"Of course I'm pretty sure you're not my son because I had a vasectomy."

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