Camila's POV
"You are going to marry Alexander Turner" I paused at the door, my hands tightening on the knob as my father's voice echoed through the house, it was a big house. Yet, his voice was so loud and thunderous.
Peter Norman was a famous Lawyer in the city, even though he had enough money already, he still wanted more of it. This is the reason why he'd want one of his daughters to get married into the Turner family. He wanted more connections.
I looked to the couch where my stepsister, Nancy was seated, stoned-faced. She had never liked me. In fact, none of them, not even my father! Since my mother's death, Mr Peter pretended I didn't exist except for times like this when he needed me, it hurt sometimes.
A part of me had wanted my father to love me, the deepest part of me that had longed for my father's care for so long ached but I was used to rejection and the pain that is always inevitable.
I had no choice but to try to accept the fact that Mr Peter would never accept me as his daughter.
I took my hands off the knob and clutched my bag tightly in my fist, I looked at him. He looked older, much more gray haired than the last time I saw him and he was a little bent over at his waist line.
"Why" I asked, and he turned to face me, he snorted and I sighed, he was going to make this as demeaning as possible.
"Because this will bring in more money, Camila. You shouldn't be asking such silly questions." he said through gritted teeth and I almost laughed.
Of course, it was the money! As a Lawyer, he had all the prestige he could ever hope for but, the social status, and more wealth he would get from the Turners, made him more greedy. That was how big the Turners were, and I knew this because I worked there.
What I found hard to believe was that he'd passed this golden opportunity over his favorite daughter to give it to me, a daughter he hated despite the fact he'd once loved the woman who bore her.
"What about Nancy?" I couldn't help but ask. she huffed, stood up from the couch, strolled towards me, and caressed my hair with a very mocking glare.
"Darling, I'm not the family's broodmare" she uttered, which implied that I was the so-called family's broodmare. I wanted to hit her, I wanted to scream at Nancy, and my father. I wished to ask them why they were doing this.
Why my life wasn't as important, but I didn't do any of it, all I did was tightly clenched my fist to control my anger.
My father sighed, glaring at me then quickly looked away.
"I've signed the contract, Camila. You are required to get married to him," he said, and I smiled nodding my head.
I tugged my bag closer to my shoulder and made my way towards the stairs.
"Won't you say anything?" he yelled behind me and I shrugged but kept on walking away.
I could hear him yelling in the halls, his voice loud enough that the next neighbor could likely hear him but I was used to it and frankly I didn't care.
I made my way to my bedroom, tossed my bag on my bed, and took off my clothes.
I took a shower, letting the water pour over my skin. Once I was done, I turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around my chest and walked out of the bathroom.
I sat down in front of my mirror as I stared at my reflection, my light brown eyes staring back at me,.my hair falling over my shoulders in a soft curl, I did what I had not been able to while I was downstairs.
I smiled broadly.
Finally, Five years of waiting, of searching for a way to get into the Turner family, the Turner's business and embed myself so deeply that by the time they realized I was an enemy to them, it would be too late.
Mr Peter and Nancy thought that they were abusing me, but they were wrong, they had just given me an opportunity to gain what I'd wanted for so long.
To achieve what had been my dream from the moment I had buried my mother beneath the earth's surface.
The ground was frozen and it had taken two days for me to be able to dig to six feet, where I had buried her with only a single rose because I had no money to buy more than that.
I looked at the picture frame on my bedside, a picture we'd taken a few years before her death, she looked so beautiful and alive. Her brown hair similar to mine, the only thing we had in common when it came to looks, shone in the light of the camera.
She looked so happy, happy to finally be with the man she loved after so many years of being a secret.
I had not understood her happiness in loving a man who only gave her scraps of his affection and only did that when his first wife had finally left him but I had been grateful for her happiness because that was how much I loved her, and then in the blink of an eye she was gone.
My door opened and Nancy peeked in, I looked at her with a likely bored expression, as she glanced over the room.
"Ah time with the dead mom" she muttered, I clenched my fist. She was the least of my problems, with her blond hair, brown eyes, and haughty expression I knew she didn't respect anyone much less the dead.
"Do you need something?" I asked and she shrugged.
"Just came to warn you of his mood, you'll be getting married in a week so be careful" she offered, I smiled. She wasn't giving me advice out of the kindness of her heart, she was hoping I would fail, but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
"Thank you," I said and she smiled.
"It's fine, if anyone had to marry Alexander Turner, it's best it was you– he gives me the creeps" She shuddered and I smiled, she looked at me as if expecting me to say something but I kept silent and she rolled her eyes.
"You give me the creeps too, maybe you both suit each other" she huffed and shut the door behind her.
I turned away from her and looked at my mother's picture. Maybe we did suit; Alexander and me but it didn't matter, whatever happens,the Turner's wouldn't see it coming.
I am a lady of vengeance and I was going to take my due.