My Mother's BoyfriendUpdated at Aug 5, 2024, 00:24
I stare into her brown eyes, those same eyes that always captivated me in the past, but now I am disgusted. With myself. These eyes were not Uma’s but her daughter’s and I had no right to admire them.
The young girl’s eyes are wide and she is petrified. Since her stay with us for the past week, Maya is afraid to even leave her room. My family is something to be scared off- and being under the same roof as us- sheer terror. Not to mention, I did kdinap her.
God, Uma must be spinning in her grave. I did promise to take care of Maya and the boy, and this may seem to be the opposite. But I will not harm the girl- nor do I think when Uma said to protect them, she meant ‘force my daughter to marry you’, either.
“That’s my deal, ‘Maya, take it or leave it,” my tone almost stoic.
She swallows and I feel no sick sense of joy when she leans back onto the back of the couch of the tiny restaurant booth just as her mother had. Only dread.
The girl in innocent but she will pay the price for her father.
Reluctantly, she slowly nods her head in agreement to our marriage- not that I needed her willingness, I just asked out of politeness.
I am a bit disappointed in Maya that she would become a whroe for her father. The man that made her mother’s life on earth, hell.