Millionaire's Unknown Daughter

Chapter 3

Dante to the side :) x

The next morning I wake up with my head pounding. Groaning loudly, I force myself out of bed, and into the bathroom with my eyes shut firmly trying not to trip. Every time I opened them fully, it just hurt more.

Leaving the light off in the bathroom, I gradually open my eyes and look at myself in the mirror. I'm still in the shorts and tshirt I was wearing yesterday, and my hairs a complete mess.

Turning the shower on and stripping off, I get in and quickly get clean, and shaved.
Once I'm done, I wrap one of my large beach towels around me, and head back into my room.

Entering, I shriek loudly, seeing around ten, unknown men squeezed into the small space that is my hotel room. Backing up quickly terrified, I freeze when I notice a familiar face step forward.

My Father comes and stands before me, looking completely stunned.

"Amber?" He asks me.

"No.'' I tell him angrily. ''I'm her daughter, Isabella."

He nods and frowns, before rapidly shouting in Italian, making all the men turn away from me.

"Thank you." I whisper gratefully.

He nods at me, smiling slightly.

"Go get dressed Isabella, we will talk when you return." He replies kindly.

Nodding, I rush forward and grab my suit case from beside a large, overly muscular man, and drag it quickly into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

Grabbing a long, purple flowy sundress, and some flat gladiator sandals. I take some matching underwear and pull them on quickly. Putting the dress and sandals on, and towel drying my hair, combing it through. I stare at the door nervously, before taking in a deep breath, and going back out there.

My Father, and another man are sat waiting for me, and both smile softly at me when I re-enter. The other men thankfully, are nowhere to be seen.

I stand awkwardly near the bathroom door, and wait for someone to speak, the silence making me edgey, but I'm too nervous to break it myself.

"Isabella? Why were you searching for Dante?" The other man asks me, finally breaking the silence.

"Because my Mom told me to, he is my Father after all, and I wanted to meet him to get answers." I blurt out angrily. "With Mom dead, I tracked you down instead, hoping you could tell me why you were never there?" I ask bitterly.

They both stare at me obviously shocked, and I wonder if Dante knew he'd had a daughter after all.

"Daughter? You're my daughter? How?" My Father asks stupidly.

I blush at his question, causing the other man to chuckle.

"Err.. you know, the normal way?" I tell him, it sounding more like a question than a statement.

He shakes his head and just stares at me.

"No, what I mean Isabella, is that me and your Mother weren't together very long, although I was her first lover." He finishes looking slightly dazed. "We were very much in love over the summer she spent here with her family. It ended badly when she had to return home. She wanted to marry me, I was eighteen and not ready for that sort of commitment. Maybe that was why she never mentioned being pregnant? Did she tell you why?" He asks me gently.

"No. Just how to find you." I mumble. "She died shortly after telling me. I'd been a curious child growing up, and always wanted a Daddy and she never told me why you weren't there. I grew up hating you, especially on Fathers day, or Daddy-Daughter days at school. I got picked on because of it, and yet she still never told me. I don't understand her motives Dante, I'm just glad she finally told me." I reply sadly.