chapter 6

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"bonjour mademoiselle!!" "hey arabelle" "these are your schedule, my my, there is a meeting with armani that you asked to make a collaboration with our iphone 8+" "when is it?" "cette nuit, mademoiselle" "english, arabelle" "its tonight, mademoiselle" "where?" "its..le restaurant" "which restaurant, arabelle?" "its le..le chez monee, mademoiselle" "what time?" "it is by 8 o'clock , mademoiselle" "get the car ready by seven" "oui mademoiselle" 

"your coat, ma am?" susan pulled my coat off me "get me some hot chocolate? " "hot chocolate?" "with marshmallows" "but ma am--" "what?" "no, nothing,i'll get it ready real quick" "send bernice, helen, clarissa and sophie to help me dress up, oh and call my hairstylist" "yes ma am" 


"bernice, find me a simple, and elegant, dark colored dress, knee length, probably marc jacobs" "yes ma am" "sophie, find me an armani bag, probably white, not too big not too small" "yes ma am" "helen, go to bernice, and find some accessories that matches the dress" "yes ma am" "oh, clarissa, find some shoes , i want stilettos, probably some louboutins, fine something with crystals" "yes ma am" 


"ma am, here it is" i observed the whole outfit

"seems nice, lets put it on" "yes ma am"


"ma am, your hairstylist is here" "let him in" 

"MARISSA! my gorgeous girl" "hello flavius" "what style do you want today darling?" "just...a simple one, but charming" "up, or down?" "down, make it a bit light, just a dinner at chez monee" "ooh i love chez monee" "flavius" "oh, mes excuses" "please" 

after flavius is done, i went downstairs to the car

"look who's lookin beautiful" 

"mom? what are you doing here?" "visiting my daughter, of course" "i have a meeting" "be safe, i'll cook for when you come home" "there is a chef" "its not everyday you eat my home cook food" "armani's director is waiting for me" "have a safe trip dear" 

i stepped inside the car



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the dinner with the armani director was quite boring, she does nothing than blabbering

"mademoiselle, you have a call" "from?" "it is written here as...man whore" a little smile came up at the corner of my mouth "give it"

"care to spare me a day without you annoying me?" "now that's tough" "i'm a tough girl" "i'm moving to the house next to you, neighbor" "can you spend a day without spending your daddy's money?" "that's even tougher" "daddy's little princess" "dont call me that, please" "look who's begging me" "i wanna take you to a ride in my car, mind?" "i might have a meeting,confirm it with my secretary" i said and hand the phone to arabelle

"bonjour monsieur" "who..is this?" "my name is arabelle deneuve, mademoiselle black's secretarie" "you're marissa's secretary?" "oui" "i'm takin that hot boss of yours for a ride in my new car, does she have a schedule tomorrow morning?" "wait please, monsieur...""thorn" "las epine?" "no, not that, its my family name" "oh, mes excuses monsieur thorn" "please"

"mademoiselle has no appointment nor agenda by tomorrow morning" "yes she does, its a ride with me, schedule it, now can you please give the phone back to her?" "oh sure, mademoiselle?" 

"get things scheduled?" "perfect" "i'll see you then" "cant wait, mademoiselle" "bye monsieur"


i walked trough the doors and as i walked to my room , susan followed my step "ma am, your mother is at the dining room, i'm afraid she has cooked supper for you personally" i sighed, and turned my step to the dining room

"what are you cooking?" "your favorite, mac n cheese" i sighed again "what's with the sigh?" "you really dont have to do this you know" "i want to" "just..." "eat it, just one plate, you'll love it" "mom--" "just one plate" "STOP IT"

Henry's pov

"STOP IT" i heard a scream just as i walked towards the dining room

i see marissa and Elaine infront of the dining table, marrisa's eyes looks furious, while elaine's look suprpised

"seriously mom, after i nicely ask you to stay away from me, by buying you a house in england, giving you butler, maids, driver, all the money that you'll ever need, or more, and you flew here? making me mac and cheese? do you seriously think that'll magically turns me to mommy's little girl? i've had enough of you mom, what more do you want from me?" marissa looks even more furious, while elaine's eyes looks hurt

"marissa" she turned "henry--" "come, elaine" i took elaine's shoulder

"susan, take mrs. black to the guest room" "yes sir"

i turned to marissa

she was sitting on the chair from the dining table

"marissa" "dont" "i--" "just dont" 

she is just a girl, a girl who's been teared apart and broken into pieces until there's nothing left inside but pain.  i made her this way, she was so broken i thought there was no chance for her to live, but she survived this far, but this is how she turns out, heartless, inhumane, a girl who's been turned to a monster inside

and sometimes, very rarely 

she got back her human side

that's when i need to be there for her, for only i, know what she really is, i be there and be like a father to her, a loving father that every girl would dream about

i took her hand and pulled her inside my hug

"its okay , child" "henry i...i know it was mean but i just..it pissed me off so bad that, she used to doubt me, and when i finally succeed she..she just easily..take credits, it was YOU who made me this way, you're the one who should be taking credits" "marissa, she is your mother" "so what? so what she is my mom if she doesn't even take care of me, all she that cares about is her ambition about me, the only thing she ever talked about to me is grades, ambitions" "ssh, calm down,  susan! bring one glass of warm water to the living room" "yes sir"

"now come" i took marissa to the living room

"the water, sir" "please" 

"drink up" she took the glass and drank 

"thank you" "i..i'm sorry about what happened before, i shouldn't have done that" 

"you seem pretty shaken these days..its like..you're having emotions, feelings, you--" "no, its just..expressions, i have no emotions nor feelings, remember?" "and it should stay that way, yeah?" "yeah"

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