The Kidnapped Billionaire

Vea   It's almost my graduation! Finally I can prove myself to my father-- that I am worthy to be one of our companies’ best CEOs. Soon, my hard work will be recognized and I won't be hating myself anymore. When I was a child I always wanted to become a doctor, because I hate seeing my mother feel random pains. My mother is the only person that truly loves me, besides my friends of course. My father? No. I never heard him tell me that he loves me. No-- I heard him once, when I was five, but I never really felt that it was true. All he does is pressure me into things that I don’t want to do.    I am Maeve Amour Tala. The only child of Achellous and Mahaelani Tala-- the owners of Tala Travel and Tours International, and Tala Group of Companies. My mother calls me Mae, father calls me Amour, but other people call me Vea. I set aside my dream of being a doctor because I want to seek validation from him. I accepted acceleration programs in the schools I went to so that I’ll be the youngest Tala that will manage our companies. But after all those sacrifices, all I hear from him is--   “AMOUR, I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!” My father shouted at me. Nothing new. It’s always him yelling at me for no reason at all. He treats me like trash.    "But what did I do?" I am really tired of hearing this, but hey, I’m used to it.    “One of our local farmers told me that they’re not getting the sales they are supposed to have!” Huh? What the hell does he mean? I mean-- am I responsible for every bad thing that happens to him?   “How am I responsible for that? You said I need to get out of your way because I’m ruining all of your plans. I don’t know how I am responsible for what is happening.” I was really confused. I don’t even I don’t know what he’s talking about.    “Oh so you’re telling me now that I’m wrong? Go to your room! You’re not helping at all! I never wanted a stupid daughter like you.” I quickly went upstairs to my room. I was crying. It still hurts even though I am used to everything he’s saying.   “Achellous, don’t tell that to your daughter. Even if you say every hurtful word you know, at the end of the day, she’s still your daughter. OUR DAUGHTER.” I hear my mother arguing with my dad.  My mom is the best person in the world. She always comes to save me. If she weren’t around, I would’ve killed myself a long time ago.    Oh. I almost forgot. It’s my birthday. August 15. I’m now nineteen. Nineteen years of existence-- not nineteen years of being alive, because I know that I’ve been dead inside since the first day my father said that he'd rather die than have a daughter.    *Incoming call from Amethyst