"Don't you dare insult me by taking my mother's name if you don't want any trouble me this soon after my return! You are a nobody to mention my mother, you hear ?" I am a Finnish howling. How dare she? What care is she talking about? I don’t even a single occasion when I saw a flicker of her so-called care for my .
She swallows hard, sweeping her hand at the back of her neck as she amasses the to speak again. "I don't even enjoy mentioning her anyway. Because it is my that should be mentioned alongside your father's title and in this house."
A wild dream! A super distant luxury that she will never live to witness!
I mean, can this witch even listen to what she is saying? My mother is not today because she was attached to my father’s title. She made her own with her hard work and good deeds. She did not just sit around in this castle nothing or wandering around it like a lost soul. She had values. She knew her as a mother, as a public figure, and as Mr. Riccaford! But useless bitches like Gracia and her miniature witch will never understand that.
"Which will never happen because you don't deserve it. This title is not for the gold- , lazy witches like you two. You work for this title to be able to earn its ," I proudly explain.
I mean, can’t they even learn from me, who is a walking lesson? I don’t live just because I am a Riccaford, duh! I work my ass off for this. And when I my father, he stripped me of everything. And them? They are not even
Riccafords by blood or any special relation at all, and they think they can bask in all luxuries that come with this name? What sort of stupid dreamers are these?
"Who do you think you are to teach me how things work, huh?" Gracia agin.
That got me to smirk a little. Such a rhetorically annoying question, but I spit the straight to her face and with so much bravery, "The only child of the
Riccaford! I am the only person who bears this title aside from my father. And if I, his child, had to work my ass off to earn this title and reap the benefits of it, just who you think you are to have it on a silver platter? Not even witchcraft can favor you way, Gracia. Put that in your thick little skull."
"You are too blind to see things just the way they are. When reality starts unfolding, 't say I didn't warn you."
Is that a riddle? What reality?
You know, I hate to admit it, but somehow her statement got into me. That is why I in bewilderment as I gawk at her, trying to digest her riddle. The last time I heard a riddle, it was from Leo, and his riddle had a slight meaning today when I saw the that my father is in. And in as bitter as it sounds, it is still making sense I am afraid that Damian might have to suffer after tomorrow. Our love will . Leo himself is suffering, if at all what Damian insinuated about my father Leo is true.
I have never given these witches a chance to get into me, but what does she mean?
"What are you talking about," I implore.
"Nothing. Just don't be too comfortable, because you are his biological child. My and I have all the same rights as you. At least, we didn't leave his side when was battling with his ailment. Unlike what his only child did."
What is all about this? So they are going to blame this on me? I don’t refute it. I am to . I accept it. But that is an issue between me and my father, which, when I last , was resolved. We have forgiven each other and let bygones be bygones. So, are these hooligans to judge me?
"Blood is thicker than water, you know. I might have left at a time that I shouldn't , but I am back now, and I have straightened up things with my father. We are . Better than ever. Or did you hear us arguing? Does my face look like some whose parent doesn’t want to see?"
They look at each other, confusion registered on their ugly faces. I can’t believe these . Seriously, was that what they were expecting?
"What were you two expecting, huh?” I snap again, earning their pooled consent for . “You thought that my own father would stay mad at me forever? You that he would kick me out of here the moment I showed up?” I take a second smirk at their stupidity and crash hopes: “Sorry to disappoint you, but the good is, his love for me surpasses any other bond in this world. Children make , like I did, but when we realize our mistakes, we turn to our loving parents they accept us back with open arms. I mean, even the prodigal son was accepted, ? Cancel all the celebrations you had organized."
"But at least he knows what kind of daughter you are.” I snap my composed face to one: “An ingrate who doesn't appreciate the beauty of what she has. I bet he will three times before trusting to you again, even if you are his daughter."
Ooh, wow! See who just found her voice. Like, this cursed bitch has some balls to her mouth at me? Really? Like the fuck?
"At least I am not a rotten, immoral whore who any parent would be so ashamed of to their child, except for your mother here, Nelly. And if I remember correctly, an doesn't fall far from its tree. It makes me wonder where my father got you two . From some sex workers’ street?" I shoot, and their jaws plunge to the floor with and disbelief.
They should have saved themselves the trouble by simply minding their freaking , but no. They had to try and act like the witches that they really were. Well, are they mute now? I still have a whole lot to throw at them.