Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Stain on her life Chapter 127: Stain on her life “Why am I suddenly being ignored?” Orabela demanded, looking at her mother and grandmother.

“You two saw me as your daughter and granddaughter always.

Did the love you both carry for me suddenly disappeared?” she asked angrily with a hurtful tone.

“It was a mistake your mother made.

Not mistake, but a crime,” Lady Agatha said.

“Mother, stop acting like that.

I repeat if in this house such a discrimination exists, I’m sending you away,” Darius said as he came to the dining hall.

Pulling the chair, he sat on it and continued, “Layla and Orabela have my blood.

The mistakes that happened years of ago shouldn’t be repeated again.” Miriam’s eyes were full of anguish as she turned to him.

“And what about the injustice my daughter suffered?” she cried, her voice quivering.

“Seraphina poisoned my heart, made me despise Layla, and instead showered love on her own child.

Why didn’t you ask me see Layla with love, Darius?

This agony eats away at me every single minute!” Her voice rose, raw and desperate, unable to contain the hurt that had festered for years.

“You seem to forget, Miriam,” Darius spoke with an edge in his voice, “how I once begged you not to let your anger spill over onto Layla when she was just a child.

But you?

You shackled me with endless promises, expectations, and demands.

I’m tired of it all.” Miriam’s face hardened, and she rose from her seat, her voice trembling but resolute.

“I want a divorce, Darius.

I can’t live with you any longer.” “Miriam!” Lady Agatha’s voice cracked like a whip as she struck her cane against the floor.

“We do not speak of divorce in this family!” Miriam whirled around, her composure cracking as tears began to well up in her eyes.

“And why not?

This man ruined me, ruined us.

If it hadn’t been for his… mistress-none of this would’ve happened!” She buried her face in her hands, her sobs echoing in the tense silence.

Orabela rushed to her side, a look of concern in her eyes.

“Mother, please, try to calm down-” But Miriam pushed her away, her gaze icy.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed.

“You’re not my daughter.” Orabela took a step back, pain flashing across her face.

Darius’s jaw clenched as he took a step toward Miriam.

“I didn’t ruin you, Miriam,” he said quietly, but his tone was sharp.

“And stop taking it out on Bella.

You knew-you knew I would keep Sera by my side.

Yet, you insisted on marrying me, despite everything.

You even drugged me that night of our marriage to ensure…” he paused, not wanting to recall the past.

“Tell me, how are we not both to blame?

But enough-don’t make these children suffer for our mistakes.” With a last, weary glance, Darius turned and strode out of the dining hall.

As he walked outside toward his car, the sound of hurried footsteps made him pause.

Turning, he saw Orabela, her face lowered, stopping just a few feet away.

“Dad,” she murmured, “I have something to say.” Darius softened, nodding.

“Yes?” Orabela took a deep breath, steadying herself.

“I think… I think it would be best if I lived separately.

My mother,” she paused, swallowing, “Layla’s mother, doesn’t want me here.

And I don’t want to be the cause of her suffering anymore.

Maybe she’d be happier if I wasn’t around.

Sometimes I even wish I’d never been born so she wouldn’t have to face this day.” Darius’s heart ached at her words.

“Don’t say that,” he murmured gently.

“But maybe… perhaps some time apart could be good.

For everyone.” Orabela nodded, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips.

“I bought a penthouse last year,” she continued, her voice steady but sad.

“I think it’s time for me to move there.

Thank you, Dad, for everything.

I know nothing I say can erase what my mother did, but I want to apologize on her behalf.

And please,” she hesitated, glancing away for a moment before looking back at him, “please tell Layla’s mom that… I’ll always see her as my mother.” Darius felt a profound pang of regret.

In many ways, Orabela had always been his anchor, the daughter he was more deeply connected to, while his relationship with Layla had been strained and distant-a fracture he had long come to accept.

Now, watching Orabela leave, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of the choices he’d made.

“Sure.

Ask the servants to help you with packing,” Darius replied firmly, already beginning to turn away.

But Orabela’s soft voice made him stop.

“Dad… can I come back to work at the company?

Even if it’s just the smallest position, I want a chance to make things right, to prove myself,” she said, her voice steady but filled with hope.

Darius considered her request, his expression thoughtful.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally answered.

“But understand, Orabela, you won’t be given any executive role again.

I may assign you to a department where you can learn from the ground up, somewhere that will challenge you to grow.” A small, grateful smile tugged at Orabela’s lips, even as tears brimmed in her eyes.

“Thank you, Dad,” she murmured.

Darius reached out, gently patting her head.

“Stay strong, Bella,” he said softly.

Then, with one last nod, he climbed into his car, leaving her standing there as he drove away.

When Darius arrived at the company, he noticed Layla stepping out of her car at the same moment.

She greeted him politely, though her eyes lingered on his face, sensing something was amiss.

As they walked toward the building, he turned to their secretaries and instructed, “Take the next elevator.” The secretaries exchanged glances, then nodded, stepping back to wait for the next elevator.

Layla and Darius entered the elevator in silence, and as the doors closed, an uneasy tension settled between them.

After a moment, Layla broke it, her voice curious yet cautious.

“What is it that Father wishes to discuss in private?” Darius hesitated before responding, his voice low.

“What happened in the past can’t be undone.

But we still have a chance to mend the present.

I need you to see your mother, Layla.

She’s not well… she’s not in her right mind.” A hollow chuckle escaped Layla’s lips, her expression skeptical.

“My mother?

The woman who never wanted me to see me in the first place?

My presence has always disgusted her, Father.

You know that.

I have no intention of seeing her.” Darius’s shoulders sagged slightly, and he looked at her with a rare vulnerability.

“Layla, please don’t be harsh on us,” he pleaded, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it.

Layla’s gaze hardened as she met his eyes, her voice steady but laced with bitterness.

“You want me to show kindness, to set aside all the pain you and she have caused me?” She let out a mirthless laugh.

“When I needed kindness, when I was a child wondering why my own father didn’t love me, why his wife looked at me as though I were a stain on her life-what was your response?

You told me, ‘Because you were born into this family, Layla.’ That’s all the explanation I ever got.

And now, you expect me to feel compassion for you and your situation?” Her words struck him deeply, and he lowered his gaze, unable to meet the intensity of her stare.

But Layla wasn’t finished.

She took a step closer, her tone cold yet resolute.

“Don’t misunderstand me, Father.

I will never make the mistake of thinking this family can be redeemed.

My expectations died a long time ago, the day Mom met me and said I should not have born.

That’s why I won’t resurrect these expectations now.” He watched her, realizing that the daughter who had once craved his approval was no longer standing in front of him.

In her place was a woman who had learned to carry her wounds alone, and whose faith in him and the family was now irreparably broken.

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