Free Web NovelChapter 93: Fight for her
I left the convenience store after I was sure Vanessa had left my room and headed upstairs. After getting off the elevator, I found a familiar figure standing before my door, struggling with the locks. Taking a closer look, I realized who it was.
You’ve got to be kidding me. I turned and re-entered the elevator, but she noticed me and quickly rushed over.
"Parker!" She stopped the elevator from closing, and that’s when I noticed little Ariana.
"Big Brother!" Aria called out, smiling at me.
What the heck! Why did this woman bring her here?
I forced a smile onto my face, stepped out of the elevator, and picked Aria up.
"I’ve missed you; I came to see you." She wrapped her little arms around me, and I kissed her cheek.
"I’ve missed you too, but you should be on your dream bed right now."
"You’re more important than my dream bed," she smiled, and I shifted my attention to her mother.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"Let’s talk inside." She walked to my door and stopped. "Open up," she ordered, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
Without saying a word, I unlocked the door; she went in, and I locked it behind us.
She walked to the nearest seat and threw herself onto it. "I’m glad I met you outside; I thought you’d be asleep."
"Is that why you were trying to break into my house?"
"Break in? You call that breaking in? Why aren’t you responding to my text messages? You’re not returning my calls either."
Like I ever took her calls.
"Why are you here? Aria should be sleeping; why did you bring her?" I questioned.
"You heard her, and I couldn’t leave her at the house by herself; the workers are on leave."
"And this couldn’t wait until morning?"
"No, it couldn’t. That’s why I’m here." She glanced at Aria.
"Aria, baby, let big brother go; I need to talk with him," she said.
"Okay, Mom," Ariana tried to get down, and I gently set her on her feet.
"Is this the way to your room?" Aria pointed to the stairs, and I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips.
Aria took the stairs, and I turned my attention back to her mother. "Be quick; I’m quite sleepy."
"Actually, I don’t intend to leave. I came here to stop you from making another foolish mistake."
"What happened?"
"I’m sure the General called. Do not visit him. You don’t have a reason to. I came here to say this. And I’m going to make sure you don’t visit him by staying here. If you refuse, then I’ll make Aria go with you."
"You can’t be serious," I snickered. She had to be kidding me.
"You’ll ask Aria to go with me?"
"Yes. You heard me. I figured since you only listen to her, I’ll make her talk some sense into you."
"Why can’t I meet him? Give me a valid reason."
"Because I don’t want you to. He fills your head with nonsense and makes you disrespectful. You weren’t this disrespectful before, but you changed after living with him. You became violent."
"You can’t keep meeting him. I refuse."
I scoffed, "You don’t have a right to say these things, and I’ll visit him. You can do your worst." I groaned and started up the stairs, but she quickly followed.
"I am tired of your bullshit, Parker. How long are you going to keep this up? How long do you plan to torture me? Will you only become obedient after you see my dead body?"
I froze at her words, then slowly turned to face her. "Maybe. Maybe I’ll finally forgive you after you die; one might never know unless it h—" She didn’t let me finish and immediately slapped me across the cheek. Smack!
A second. A third. Then a fourth.
"How dare you?!" She half-yelled, breathing heavily, but I just stared at her in silence.
"My silence and tolerance don’t make me a fool, okay? I am your fucking mother, and you fucking came out of me. You seem to have forgotten that. Do you see me as one of your whores? When I speak, you listen. Do you understand me?!" She seethed, glaring at me like I’d grown a second head.
"Mom, is everything okay?" Aria’s voice came from upstairs, and she quickly masked her anger with a smile.
"Of course, honey. Mom and Big Brother are just having a loud conversation. That’s all." She flashed her full set of white teeth, and Aria left.
She grabbed me by the collar, forcing me to look down at her.
"You and the General have no business together. He’s damaged you enough. He can focus on his other children; I heard he had a child with another woman recently. He should focus on them and leave my son alone. Being around him will only put you in more danger." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"The only thing you need to think about is how to make Amera yours. Think of a strategy, a plan—anything. I know the four of you made a deal and Bryce won, but the fight isn’t over."
"Amera can decide to stay with you, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Bryce isn’t the only one who deserves happiness; you deserve her too."
I snatched my collar from her and straightened it. "You talk as if Bryce is the villain," I groaned and started to walk upstairs; she followed.
"I’m not against him; I’m just stating facts. The only thing you need to do is figure out how to win her heart completely. I don’t care how you do it. Become her favorite; it doesn’t seem like you are. Be nicer to her. Spoil her. Pamper her. Take her around the world. Do what others aren’t doing."
"Study her and learn what she likes. Visit her family and prove yourself as the best son-in-law. Take care of them. If you do, her parents will convince her to choose you. Parents can influence their children’s decisions, for better or worse. Do everything you can to make them like you."
I reached my door, and we stopped.
"I need to sleep. I have a busy day ahead. Take Ariana and leave the house once you’re done here." I twisted the doorknob and entered. I tried to close the door, but she blocked it.
"Bring Amera home again. Bring her. It’s been a while since I last saw her. If you won’t, then I’ll have no choice but to visit her myself."
"Stay away from her. Do not cross the line. I’m not joking," I warned, getting annoyed.
"I’m only telling you what I’ll do if you fail to bring her over. She’s your mate; I have every right to see her."
"Goodnight," I said, forcefully shutting the door, not caring anymore.
"Silly child," I heard her mutter as she went off in search of Aria.
I think I need another shower. I feel very hot. This woman has succeeded in worsening my condition. That’s what she does—add fuel to the fire.
I aggressively took off my clothes, went into the bathroom, and stood under the shower.
Does she think I don’t want Amera? Does she think I’m okay with the idea of Amera going to someone else?
Does she think I intend to let her go easily? No. I’m not planning on that. I plan to put up a fight—a big one. I plan to challenge Bryce; I’ll fight until there’s no strength left, and even then, I’ll keep fighting.
But to do that, I’ll have to regain her trust, which I know I’ve lost.
Amera isn’t someone I can let go of. She’s the complete opposite of me—so different and innocent. She’s the type of woman I need by my side if I ever want to regain stability and sanity.
I know I’m an asshole, and she hates me—especially lately—but I plan to change, if she lets me. And even if she doesn’t, I’ll still change for her.
It might take time, and it’ll take effort, hard work, and endurance to get back to who I used to be, but I hope she can be patient enough to see me turn over a new leaf.
Sometimes I look at her and wish I’d met her sooner, that she’d met the innocent version of me instead of this one—cruel, manipulative, and dangerous. Maybe, just maybe, if she had, I’d have had a better chance at winning her heart.
But right now, I know I’m at the bottom of her list. That’s why I’ve given her the time she wanted—to regain herself, and for me to rebuild myself.
But to be honest, I haven’t succeeded in any of my efforts, mostly because of how much I miss her.
She doesn’t know this, but I stalk her every Saturday when she goes shopping. I don’t get close, and I don’t let her see me, but I do watch her.
That’s the only thing I can do to keep my sanity. How could she expect me to go months without seeing her? Seeing her and not being able to speak to her is torture enough; not seeing her at all would ruin me.
Even though I’ve tried to rebuild myself during this time, all I’ve really done is crawl deeper into my own hole.
But I’ll definitely escape. I must.
