Rebirth 3 Meeting My So Called Father
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Rebirth 3 Meeting My So-Called Father
“Lady Violet, the Marquess asked for you.”
Angie who just opened the door quickly told Violet why she was there. She was nervous and fidgety as she relayed the message to her Lady.
“Why is the Marquess looking for me?”
Violet who was not used to calling the Marquess her Father just called him Marquess just like the original.
Standing up from the pile of books, she pats the invisible dirt on her dress.
Following Angie out the door, she was curious as to why that “Father” of hers was calling her. She felt that interacting with that man is no good at all.
She does not know why but she felt that he is up to no good for calling her. Usually, they do not even cross paths with each other or talk to each other.
There was not even a coincidence that she met her Father, well, he made sure they didn’t is what she thought.
She lives in the side house and the so-called “new family” of her father was living together with him in luxury in the “main house” together with his new wife and daughter.
She as an outsider was tossed aside to the side house.
Whether she lives or die is of no concern to him, she was like a pet to him, he gave her all she needed, feed her, and whatnot but still never had he acknowledged her as his daughter.
She is lucky enough that he still remembers the “pet” he is raising in the side house, she survived all this time because of that trait.
Now, calling her from out of nowhere she knew that that so-called “Father” of hers must be planning something or up to no good for calling her.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Gently knocking on the door of the study room, Violet patiently waited for her “Father” to say that she could enter.
“Enter.”
A voice of a man in his thirties sounded inside the room, his voice was neither gentle nor strong but it sounded like he means business.
Hearing her “Father’s” voice for the very first time made her feel weird, even weirder is that she will finally meet him, again.
Only once did the original meet her father, that is on the day her mother died.
If not for being the so-called “main wife” title of her mother and that he must at least show that he cares for her in public, never would she have met this cold-hearted man of a “Father”.
Click!
Opening the door, Violet slowly entered the room with light steps suiting a well-behaved and trained lady.
With a graceful courtesy, she looked at her “Father” with indifferent eyes.
Her eyes speak no emotion that the very moment the Marquess met her eyes he could not help but shiver being gazed down by such cold eyes of hers.
Cough!
Feeling awkward seeing her daughter, the Marquess coughed.
He really didn’t know what to say to this daughter of hers, it had been a long time already since the time he met her and he had almost forgotten that she even existed in the first place.
He would not have remembered her if not for receiving the letter from the house of Duke Moore stating that he and his wife and their son will come and meet Violet.
Duke Moore and his wife wanted to let their son meet his future fiancee, who is Violet.
The marriage between Violet and the young son of the Duke was arranged by both Violet’s real mother and the Duke’s wife.
It seems that the two were very close friends that before they even got married they had already engaged their future children to each other.
The engagement should proceed between the two houses if both ladies have either a son or a daughter as their children.
The marriage agreement was agreed upon that the firstborn son or daughter of their family would wed each other, which was just so lucky that the firstborn of the Duchess was a son and the Marchioness a daughter.
Though Violet’s mother had been long dead, the Duchess still honored the agreement she had with her dearest friend and that is to engage her firstborn to her dearest friend's firstborn.
Now that the time has come, the two will meet each other.
“Marquess, you called for this one.”
Like a stranger, Violet called unto her so-called Father “Marquess”.
Being called a Marquess by his own daughter, he felt even more awkward facing these daughters of hers.
“Ehem. Daughter, why do you call me “Marquess”? I am your father. Call me “father”.”
Unable to stand being called a Marquess by his own daughter, though he never cared for her, he ordered her to call him in a proper way a daughter should call her father.
“Marquess, this one is dumb and I do not understand. Marquess is Marquess. How come Marquess is Father? If Marquess isn’t Marquess, then who is Marquess?”
Tilting her head to the side, Violet acted dumb like she could not understand his words. By doing so, even the Marquess was dumbstruck by her.
Why would she not act dumb?
Trying to bait her to call him “Father”, is he really worthy to be called her “Father”?
Remembering all the things she went through, the loneliness and sadness, the coldness and the pain, where was he when she needed him?
Where was he when she was suffering?
Where was he when she needed comfort when her mother died?
Where was he when she was being mocked and belittled when she was deemed with no spiritual pet?
Where was he when she needed a companion called “Father”?
Where was he when she needed someone to hug her and tell her that “everything will be alright”?
Where was he when she needed someone to wipe her tears dry?
Where was he when the world turned its back on her?
Where was he…. Where was he when she was at her last breath?
Wasn’t he happily staying beside his “new family”.
When she needed him most, he was never there. Never was and never will be.
Now, he wanted her to shamelessly call him “Father”? Is he even worthy of that title?
If it were the old Violet BrightHeart, she would have been naively happy for gaining her father's recognition, not knowing that in the end she would once again be thrown aside when she was of no use.
Never will she call him “Father”, not in this life of hers.
Than tying another broken rope to her neck that will snap with just enough force and strangle her, she better cut the rope from the beginning than get hurt in the end.
Seeing that she was really adamant about not calling him her “Father”, the Marquess could only give up with a grunt and forcefully smiled at her.
He must not snap at her, she still has a use. He will use her to his advantage and toss her aside after she is of no longer use.
“Marquess, why did you call this one?”
Asking again the question deep within her heart, the Marquess finally snap from his daze when he heard her cold voice.
“Well, I was just going to inform you that the Duke and Duchess of Moore along with their son will visit today at lunch….”
Trailing off, he looked her up and down with a satisfactory nod.
“Within that time, you must be pristine and proper. Do not embarrass me in front of the Duke, you understand?”
With a hint of warning in his voice, the Marquess stared her down.
Knowing what the Marquess needed of her, she obediently nodded her head.
“I will do my best, Marquess.”
“If you understand, then go. Prepare yourself for their arrival. You must be here before lunch even begins. Dismiss.”
With a courtesy, Violet quickly left the room.
Finally, she was finally allowed to leave that suffocating room. She could really not stand breathing the same air as that so-called “Father” of hers.
Closing the door behind her, Violet’s indifferent cold face cracks into a mocking smile.
“Heh. What a good “Father”.”
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