It's Too Late To Love Me Back

Chapter 25

Adem was telling the truth, I was certain of this bit at least .. behind his careless and laughing exterior he was dead serious: I was about to be shipped as a bride to secure some sort of business deal for the family.

It all makes sense though, why would the old man suddenly oblige us to come live at the villa if he had no real benefit from that? and more importantly, Adem's mother, namely my dearest aunt who has been treating me like I did not exist for years, was suddenly inviting me to meet her nephew at the art gallery the other day and treating me like I was the apple of her eyes, it all made so hell of sense that I could only burst in laughter.

_" Say, is grandfather even really dying?" I ask amid my laughter.

Looking at me with a hint of confusion, Adem answered so matter of-factly:

_"only Allah knows but so far he might as well outlive me and you, his health is improving significantly as of late, the man was revived the moment he realized the company is in real danger this time round and needs his direct intervention."

I laughed even harder hearing this, while Adem stared at me puzzled I laughed insanely, and only kept thinking whether it was a sin to curse one's parents, because all I could think about at that moment were curse words.

So my father lied after all.. again.. with a straight face.. to my face.

My grandfather was dying he said,  and here I am packing all my sh*t and driving to the hell hole stupidly thinking that I'm just fulfilling a dying man's wish and saving my money in the process, while in reality I'm here to be wed, I was lied to so smoothly again.. and again I'm feeling speechless to the point of laughter.

You see, when you're hopelessly dumb and trustful.. this is what you get.

My father always secretly waited for his chance to shine, imagine being eternally invisible and discredited among your own family, the last not-so-wow son after 4 praiseworthy and successful brothers, the neglected fifth, the nobody, that was him and this was the reason he ran away to the art world where he had absolute control over the paintings he created, and this is probably why the desperate for praises him is exhilarated at the fact that within his hands lies the family's hopes, the very family that neglected him his whole life is now dependant on his help. wouldn't he do anything for his once in a lifetime chance to shine? wouldn't it be the easiest task to exploit his naive daughter who was taught nothing but total submission to him? plus the groom himself isn't that bad of a deal.

I understand him, it sometimes drives me insane how my dumba** self still understands where the others are coming from while they are literally ruining me, something is lacking in my soul. Nonetheless, while I get why he's doing this, there's no way in hell I would let myself be sacrificed just for his desperate wishes to be fulfilled, I'm someone who ended a 7 years love because I realized I deserved better than being rejected left and right, of course I would never let myself be treated as a property to be sold.

I kept laughing insanely while in the car until I was brought to tears, as I wiped them with the back of my hand I asked the confused Adem:

_" Adem do leave me alone now please because I need to think.. I appreciate your help, thank you for telling me what was really going on."

_" Are you sure you're fine?"

_" Of course, it's all just funny, isn't it? how I can trust absolutely no one."

_" Well, I told you not to let go of Younes, if only__ "

_" I don't want to hear about him" I intertupt him immediately, in contrast with my insanity of just seconds ago I suddenly lost whatever feeling that was making me laugh and with a stern expression I continued: