Once You Were Mine

Chapter-8 Matio & Sara

Matio Rodriguez:

I woke up to the phone call of my security team, asking me about a painting delivery , I informed the security to let them in.

As Sarah, promised the painting is here in the morning. Probably she is good at what she does.

I freshened up and started for the Rodriguez Mansion with the painting. It is an 1 half hour journey from my place, if there is no traffic.

Soon i reached Rodriguez mansion and trust me scared is a little word. I am Matio Rodriguez who fears no one until the other person is my parent.

I do not want to disappoint them, but this time i can not help.

I look into the front mirror and let out a sigh. Let see what happens, but however my parents might feel about this i will end up marrying Hana Ikari.

I got out of the car and gestured the servant to get the painting.

The mansion is silent, i look at the clock it is 8 Am and saturday my dad will be in the garden along with my mom. Great timing, i can face their wrath at the same time.

I walked to the garden and spotted my parents sitting over a bench.

"buenos días mamá y papá" i greeted them.

"Look who is here" my mom spoke in a happy tone "My son, good morning." she greeted me back.

I walked to them and gave hug to each.

"What a surprise?" my dad said.

"I thought you forgot our existence" my mom spoke.

"Mama, how can you say such a harsh thing to your son? I am sorry i was busy working and could not make time" i say.

"Do not strain yourself Matio, do visit your parents" Dad said.

"Young Master, the painting" servant spoke.

"Put it over there" i gestured and they left.

"What brings you here, Matio?" my dad asked.

"darling, he is our son, he can visit us anytime. Probably he just missed us" my mom replied.

"I know him" my dad replied and glared at me.

I took a deep breathe "Mama, Papa, i am here to invite you to the wedding" i say.

"Whose?" my dad questioned.

"Mine" i reply and closed my eyes , preparing myself for the anger and the questions.

My parents got up to their feet and so do i.

"What do you mean by your wedding Matio?" my mom questioned.

"Is this a business deal?" my dad asked.

My dad can read a person, especially me. He can calclulate the moves in the mind. I have to lie, i can not let them know that this is a businenss deal. They might think someone might be black mailing me. I am doing this purely for my venganence, which no one knows about except Samir.

"No Dad, this is a love marriage. I loved her and we decided to get married" i say.

"If you love her, then we can do you wedding" mom said.

"No Mom, she is a bit shy, she does not like much presence" i lied.

"When is the wedding?" Dad asked.

"It is tomorrow" i reply.

"Are you kidding?" Dad yelled.

"I am no fool Matio, there is something fishy. I would not belive if you say it is love marriage and the wedding is tomorrow and you care to inform us today." Dad say.

"I am sorry Dad, but what i am saying is true. I love her and we decided to have a small wedding. She is getting forced by her family to get married to someother and as she loves me, she is not ready to marry some other.

We have to make this decision in rush, and we planned the wedding tomorrow." i reply, i hope my dad buy this.

"But why have not you said anything about this before, Matio" my mom questioned.

"Mom, we were stressed about this and had to make the decision in a hurry" i say.

"Where is the wedding?" Dad asked.

"Boston"i say.

"Who is the girl?" Mom asked.

"She is the daughter of Hinata Ikari, they own Ikari pharmaceticul" i say.

My Dad Scoffed "We are not attending the wedding" my dad spoke.

"Darling, do not be harsh on our son" my mom said.

"My Decision is final Maria, you better stick to it" Dad said to Mom.

"The gift is for you" i gave him the painting.

"No thank you" he replied.

Though how much Angry Dad might be right now he will cool down after some time and he will surely love the painting.

"I will see you then" i greeted and pecked my mom cheeks.

"And Matio, the next time say something atleast believable. Do you really think any person, especially a business person in their right mind would think twice before marrying off their daughter to Rodriguez family?" he scoffed and i let out a smirk.

My Dad is too intelligent for my s**t. Though he does not believe, i hope he does not dig much into this matter.

I left to my office, i need to wrap up few things and i will be all set to go to Boston, for my so called wedding. I can not wait to get married and torture Hana Ikari.

I made a background verification and trust me she does not have a very good reputation.

I reached my office and called my sister to inform about the change of place, or she might come to New York expecting the wedding to happen here.

"Hey, sis" i say.

"Hey, got all the deets from Mama" she said.

"Oh, that was faster than i expected" i say.

"Is it bad?" i ask her.

"Bad is still a small word, Disappointed will do i guess" she replied.

Yeah, disapointment probably.

I let out a hmm.

"You know that i am always your side right? You can tell me the truth Matio." she said.

"I know amor, but there is nothing i am hiding in this. I love her and so i am getting married, but the circumstances are weird and that is it, rest assured" i assure her.

"I trsut you" she replied.

"cool then, i will send you the venue details, be there on time" i say.

"Sure, I am in the airport already. I will drop by the mansion first and visit mom and dad. I will try my luck convincing them" she said and we bid bye.

Sara Ikari:

Sara's POV:

We landed in Boston and headed straight to our villa. I made a mental note to visit Akika as well. How can i visit Boston and not Akika? Never in this life.

Dad was silent all the ride and a bit nervous, tugging on his neck tie. There is something unsetteling.

Dad went to his hotel room yesterday and picked me up this morning, we are travelling all along.

What probably can go wrong here? Just a dad showing love to his daughter.

We got down at the Villa and something feels off, more like festive.

There are people running here and there and arranging things.

"Is something going on Dad?" i ask.

"Nothing, probably your sister is up to some show?" he say.

I nodded my head in agreement.

I stepped in, it feels weird coming back here. I am scared even now, what if my step mom shows up and treats me like a s**t again?

"Oh, here you are, why do not you try on the dresses first?" Agnez say.

She caught me offguard.

"What dresses?" i ask looking at her.

"Sara, go to ur room and get freshened up first" my dad said eying my mom and later smiling at me.

something is clearly off.

I look and my dad and then Agnez.

"I will try the dresses" i say, this might possibily for my sisters fashion show.

I walked to the living room and there was Hana sitting in the couch unbothered about everything happening around her. She look at me and then look back into her phone.

I spot all the white gowns, oh wait, white wedding dresses on the stand. My eyes went wide with shock, no no. I am sure this is not about me.

"Are you getting married, Hana?" i ask her.

She gives me a mocking laugh in response.

"My poor sister, how naive can you be?" she said walking towards me.

Hana placed her both hands on either side of my shoulder and came face to face with me.

"You are getting married" she said.

I felt like the ground slipped off my feet. I look at my dad.

"Dad tell me she is joking" i say.

"What would i get joking to you" she laughed and Agnez joined her.

It is more like both the women are mocking me.

"Dad?" my voice broke.

"Sara, You are getting married tomorrow, pick a dress and get done with it" he said casually.

"Tomorrow?" i could not control my anger which evaporated into tears.

"Dad? are you serious?" i ask him.

"I am in no mood to joke Sara, my head is filled with many things. You are getting married tomorrow at 9 Am" he said.

"No, you can not do this to me Dad" i yell.

"How dare you raise your voice at your dad" Agnez slapped me.

The tears i was trying hard to control flow down gently.

"sister, you got no choice" she fake pitied.

I look into my dad's eye. There is no guilt, no remorse.

"You could have asked me first, get my consent over the marriage" i cried.

"If you ever loved me and if you want to make me feel proud and make your self useful and want me to be happy and live peacefully, please get married tomorrow" he said.

"Will this make you happy and you love me?" i ask him.

There was no reply but just a simple nod.

"Who am i getting married to?" i ask.

"Sis, you do not have any choice here, why bother about the groom?" she gave a sly smile.

I took a deep breathe "get my measurments and it does not matter what dress it is" i say and a girl, probably the designer came from the corner and took my measurements.

I ran to my room, i opened the door and it looks all messy and more like a store room. I removed few boxes on the floor and plopped on the bed, wailing silently.

As i could not let out my sadness it transformed into a bad headache.

All the love and sweetenes he showed me yesterday, was it a lie? The sweet talks and the invitation to the dinner?

If my dad is going to love me and be happy , if i get married to whoever he chose, i am ready to do it.

Maybe atlast i will get the love i craved my whole life, maybe my life will be filled with dad and daughter moments.

For you Dad, i thought and let out the tears.

I would have said yes, whoever the guy is, if only my dad thought to tell me about him. All he had to do was show me a guy and tell me to get married, i will do it happily with a smile.

But this? it was more like a trap, he tried to act nice and lure me into this, if he knew me, i will never say no to him. If only he knew.

All i can hope now is that to find love in this new person, i hope he can show me the love i was searching in my family till now, which failed to give me.