Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 297: Her father’s daughter.

Maurice.

It was one thing to look at her extraordinarily beautiful face and see how much I failed as a mother, and another to have to live with the guilt, while watching her parade around the city like she was some fucking saviour from a long forgotten planet.

The crowd hushed as she walked away, but not after giving Chalice a resounding slap that echoed from one end of the cemetery to the next.

And I should be mad right? I should be pissed that my bastard child had just laid her stupid fingers on my golden girl, right?

Well, I was not.

I was not mad. Not irritated. I was simply dead.

Dead in the soul and mind. I felt drained and disgusted and I was even more irritated at the fact that I knewww that everything she said to me earlier was true.

It was true that I was the one who had destroyed my family by cheating on Malakai with Ragnar— not like I could help it. It was true that I couldn’t look at her without remembering the face of the man I had loved more than life itself. It was true that I never loved Malakai despite living with him for so long... and it was true that I had blamed Leilani wrongfully.

Because come to think of it, who else is to be blamed for my misfortunes?

Myself... I know, I know. But her too.

If she hadn’t decided to be born ’special’ then Malakai would’ve never figured my infidelity out. He would have never known that I had an affair with Ragnar behind his back.

And to top it all, Malakai for some sick reason had decided to include her in his will. For someone who never included her in family functions, never loved her despite how hard she tried and never showed her any iota of love growing up, this was a far stretch.

And now... now, his will cannot even be read in her absence.

My frown deepened as I watched his lawyer walk away with a smug smile on his face. His head was raised high to the heavens and his chin, that sharp ugly chin were so set, you’d think he was in a kind of frowning competition.

"Mom, mom!" Chalice’s annoying voice slipped into my ear and I turned to pin her with a glare.

"What?"

"Did you just hear what he said? That we cannot read father’s will if Leilani isn’t present?"

Sometimes, just like now, I cannot help but see the stark differences between my twin daughters. Because tell me why Chalice is just as stupid as Malakai while Leilani was everything Ragnar was and more?

I rolled my eyes at her question. "I guess I was the one he was talking to about it, so yes, I heard him." I snapped, ignoring the way she clamped her lips shut before turning away. But I didn’t miss the way she shook violently in rage.

She tapped her feet against the floor, not stopping even when people began to cast us disgusted glances. And I knew... goddess I knew because I was her mother that she had a lot to say. She was pissed— not-rightfully so, and—

"Isn’t that insane?" she spat, and this time, it was the priest who lifted his head to look at her. "She’s a bastard. I don’t care if she’s my twin or not but she’s a bastard all the same... she should have a say or any cut in father’s will."

"And I think you should be more worried about the hideous wig sitting so obviously on your head than whatever you’re so piqued about right now." Someone said from behind me, causing both Chalice and I to turn around.

A shocked gasp slipped past my lips when I saw that it was Alpha Zevran, and at that realization, I couldn’t help but shudder.

They hate her. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

They do not love her.

So why the hell has she been pinning on them for so long?

"Oh, she shouldn’t be worried about that," Alpha Caelum cut in, snapping me out of my reverie. He took one glance at Chalice and scoffed. "I think she should be more worried about returning to her cell in a very short time."

I gasped and so did Chalice.

And without another word or glance, they strode away from us and in the direction that Leilani and Gavin had disappeared into.

I whispered; "These men no longer love you."

It was not a question but a statement. But to my utmost bewilderment, Chalice shrugged and whispered; "Not for long."

So you see, she’s just as stupid as Malakai.

—

Chalice.

I could feel it. I could feel the way everyone around cast me wary glances like I was mad. Even my mother was one of them. And when I told her that I could make the triplets love me again, she shook her head and turned away.

And that hurt.

It hurt that she had practically zero hopes in me. It hurt that she would never see me as anything more than a petulant child who should always be protected.

She hasn’t said it yet, but I knew that she blamed me for father’s death.

Now, come to think of it, why isn’t she distraught by his death. He was her mate right? So why the hell is she so strong, so defiant? Hell, even the priest looks more devastated than she was about this whole debacle.

My hands fisted into the hem of my dress and I forced myself to sniffle to garner a bit of sympathy from the people present.

I leaned close to her until her warmth— so cool and protective— seeped into my bones, and asked; "Did you ever love my father?"

Maybe she was never expecting me to ask something like that because then she froze and shrugged, her voice detached as she drawled;

"Did we ever strike you as a couple in love?"

"Yes," I answered quickly— too quickly

"Then you’re more stupid than you look." She drawled flippantly, causing my mouth to drop open— and i could never close it until the end of the ceremony.