The Billionaire's Unwanted Nanny

Chapter 9: Truth

My father gently grabbed his wife, attempting to get her to let her grip on my arm go. "No, no, I refuse to let this little b***h walk in here and disrespect this family," she thundered at my father. Like always, he backed down from her. Her pinched eyes swung back to me.

"How dare you? How f*****g dare you? You are cutting contact with us? Laughable. Let's get the record straight. You are lucky I ever let you be a part of this family."

I stared at her. What mother says that? "Let me go," I hissed, ready to leave.

"You aren't my child. I was kind enough to give that w***e the money she wanted and save you from her, and this is the thanks I get". Her grip tightened, and she shook me.

I was frozen in place. My eyes traveled to my father. His lips tightened. "Is that true?" My voice was soft. "Yes, you are my child but not hers", he stated. Her face was smug. I was numb. I wouldn't process this here.

"What do you think that proves?" I asked, snatching at my arm. She still didn't let go. I felt the rage building up. Decades of it rushing to the surface. I told myself I wouldn't act out, but hell if she wanted a show. I'd give her a performance.

"It is not about proving anything. The purpose of me telling you is for you to realize how lucky you are. Your mother didn't want you for anything other than a continued meal ticket. She easily named a price and I convinced my husband to pay it and get full custody. I adopted you. I raised you."

"Did you? You've tormented me because your man couldn't keep his d**k in his pants. Do you think my not being your child is shocking? It is not. You have treated me horribly my whole life. If it was not for the constant abusive comments about my weight, my ability to do things or my intelligence, we would have barely talked. I find it laughable that you behaved any differently than any other shitty stepparent. I had nothing to do with him cheating. " I told her.

I sent my father a pointed sympathetic look. "Hell man, I would cheat too if I was married to this bitch." I smirked at her happy to unload it all.

"I danced all four years in high school. I lied about being in a home ec club. You're pretty stupid to believe it. I went out of state every year for tournaments. I have won numerous medals and trophies. I lied to you about my major. I have always planned to be in fashion design and started applying in high school for scholarships. I lied about my interest to make you happy. Not because I care about you. I don't love you. I don't think I ever did. I only did that because I was scared." I shrugged at her. Tears filled her eyes.

"Enough of this. You said you were leaving, then leave", my father huffed, coming forward to comfort his wife.

"I would, but the harpy still has her claws stuck in my arms," I pointedly tugged as I answered my father.

"I am glad I am not related to you. I've been horrified to think I might one day become you. An old bitter woman that isn't happy unless she is being nasty. You are so despicable that it has rubbed off on your only daughter. April is a carbon copy, and hopefully, James one day cheats on her as he did on me. I'm not scared of you anymore. I don't care what your opinion of me is. I was being nice by leaving the door open for a future reconciliation. It will never happen."

My chest heaved as I stared into her soulless eyes. The tears were for show. This monster did not feel.

"So that's it? I am just a monster, and you hate me," she whispered.

"Pretty much. Let me go", I shot back.

"You need to be hospitalized. You are just as delusional as your mother. We need to save this baby." She whispered, horrified, swinging her eyes to my father.

She tugs me, causing me to stumble as my father shakes his head. "Let it go, dear. I did it the first time, but not again. Her child is hers. She isn't going to be unfit. You haven't been the nicest to her. I cautioned you before about your behavior. At this point, we all need to cut ties," my father stated.

"What, you are siding with her?" Her tears dried up quickly at that. The facade of being sad is hard to keep up when your spineless husband grows a backbone.

"Dammit, I told you that Tracy would have been okay as a mother. You pushed and coerced that woman to sign her rights away. Tiera, I will send you her latest-known contact information. It might be good for you to meet her. It's over, Amber. I am not going to keep watching you treat her this way. Now let the girl go before you hurt her."

The shock at him standing up for me for once wiped away the rest of my anger. A deep sadness made me want to cry. I wouldn't until I was safely home. This woman would not see my tears.

"Honey, think about it. We can give this child to April and James. It's not like the w***e can't get someone else to knock her up. Especially since", she looked at me, stopping mid-sentence. I smirked. "James is sterile. I had a feeling there were no surprises here. He couldn't get me pregnant and tried blaming it on me. Obviously, my system works. Now, let me go, you scheming, conniving witch." My voice was full of venom.

Pissed her little charade wasn't working. She finally pushed me away from her. I stumbled, not expecting it. I felt myself falling and could only catch myself by my wrist. A terrible pain shot up my arm, and I screamed. My brother steadied me, stopping me from injuring myself anymore.

"Are you okay?" I nodded at him as helped me stand. "I know you didn't like the things said, mother, but pushing a pregnant woman is low even for you. Your reason for treating Tiera differently is weak at best. I am disappointed in you, and I agree with her earlier statement that you need therapy." I gapped at my brother as he helped me to my car.

"Can you drive?" I tested my hand and found I could. It wasn't my prominent hand. I would be fine. "I think so," I answered him, still shocked that the two peacemakers both saw my side.

"Go get it checked out. Text me when you make it home safe. I know you don't want contact, and I am not asking for a full-blown conversation yet. Just let me know, please. I haven't been vocal, but mom and April treated you badly, and you didn't deserve it. "

I chewed my lower lip in contemplation but nodded. My father started to walk over, which was my queue to leave. My brother stopped him as I backed up to escape this hell.