𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | ❦

Twenty Eight - Scarlett

I glared at my Dad, before rolling my eyes. "I have nothing to say to you." I said, walking past him.

"Scarlett," He spoke up, walking right behind me.

"I don't know who the fuck you are to me because there's no way a man like you can treat me like that and call yourself my father." I explained, looking him straight in his eyes.

"Scarlett, just talk to me." He said.

"Talk to you!? You want me to fucking talk to you!? And you want to finally listen to me!? For years I've wanted to talk to you, get to know you, seek your approval, and what did you give me in return? Nothing but coldness and hatred. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of you."

"I'm tired of always trying to be a better person for you and listening to your constant nagging about stupid things like the way I dress or the way I look. Just fuck off."

He stared at me before opening his mouth to speak. "Just give me 20 minutes. That's all I need with you." He said, calmly.

After some thinking, I said. "10."

"Deal."

He led me into his study and shut the door behind me. "What do you want?" I asked, looking around the room.

The same family portrait of all 6 of us was still there. He never updated it to our current ages. Maybe it was because it was the last one we took with my mother still being there.

My attention turned back to my father who was bringing out files from cabinets I couldn't care less about. "Sit, if you like," He mumbled, continuing to bring out more pictures.

I took up his offer and made myself comfortable on the chair opposite his desk.

He finally took a seat and took a deep breath. He opened up the first file which was just a photo album. "Look through it." He instructed.

Before picking it up, I looked into his eyes and saw only sincerity. I opened the first page and it was a picture of a girl who looked very similar to me. "Is this,"

"Your mother." He finished.

I'd only see pictures from my aunt, or the ones he agreed to put up but he'd never gone out of his way to find me pictures of her. She was so beautiful.

Makes sense, she did birth me.

I continued flipping through more and more of the pictures and the still expression on my face slowly became a smile. She looked so happy.

In silence, I continued to flip through the pictures as my dad watched my every expression. When I got about half way I looked up at him. "Why are you showing me this?" I asked, confused.

"Because I don't want to have you thinking I didn't love your mother," He began. "Yes, we were both forced into the whole thing. She was more excited than I was actually but I grew to love her very quickly and so did she."

"The reason I kept on pushing for you and Tobias to get married is because I thought it was best for you. I was forced into an arranged marriage and I ended up loving your mother. I was hoping the same would apply to you. I just wished I would have listened before you ended up marrying Aleksander."

My smile disappeared when he said that. "You would prefer I marry Tobias over him?"

He was about to answer but then closed his mouth. "I think he's a better choice." He finally muttered.

"Wow. You're so selfish and arrogant you couldn't even realise you were completely wrong. Tobias was never going to love me. He's," I stopped myself from finishing. "I shouldn't have to finish that sentence because I've been trying to tell you for ages and you never listened to me."

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" I challenged.

"I'm sorry." He repeated.

There was a long pause of silence before he spoke up. "You'll probabaly think why I hate Aleksander's family is petty but it was justified in the moment and right now."

"They didn't do anything personal to you," I said, softly.

"Yes they did!" He exclaimed, banging his fists on the table. "They took your mother away from you. From me. And everyone tells me to move on. I will never forget or move on."

My eyes widened as he said that and I was having trouble trying to breathe. "What do you mean by that?"

He glared at me as if I was asking the dumbest question in the world. "Your mother was driving home with you and they planned the car crash. They knew what they were doing yet you don't believe me. It was an act of revenge when I stole some of their money. It's not a coincidence." He explained.

I took a deep breath in and then one out. "I never knew that. I'm sorry."

He rolled his eyes and threw a letter on the photo album. "Here. Your mother wanted you to read this when you get married," He mumbled, getting up from his seat. "You can have the photos if you want. It was your pile anyway."

And with that, he left his office.

I decided to open up the letter and begin reading it.

My dearest daughter, Scarlett. I have so much to tell you. Firstly, I love you, so much you can't even begin to imagine it. Now that I'm done with the sappy shit, let's move on.

You're probably married now. And I'm dead. How tragic.

I made sure to have you married before I gave your father this. Roberto can be an asshole so try not to hate him too much. He acts like a horrible tough asshole but I can guarantee you he's the softest man I've ever met. I made him cry at least once a month and he cried more times than me when I was finally pregnant with a girl.

I just wanted to give you some words as you're now married. Don't expect anything smart, I'm no einstein. And no angel like your brothers and father probably describe me to be.

You need to know just because you're married doesn't mean you're no longer a badass. You can still be independent. You may not rule over a mafia but I can rule over your husband with the right attitude.

Please don't let the idea of marrying someone you didn't intend to kill your mood. You might grow to like him. Or her. But knowing you, you've probably found some type of loophole.

And please please please, communication is key in a relationship. Without it, it's dull and gets you nowhere.

Maybe you were hoping for some type of fake poetic shit but I'm not that expressive.

Never forget how much I love you and know I'm watching over you from above. Always.

From your favourite person, Your beautiful Mama.

And then tears filled my eyes and I began to cry.

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I tried giving Scarlett's mom a personality despite being dead. I wanted her and Scarlett to be very similar which is why she's always compared to her.

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