Golden Melody

Chapter 8.4

Miexha Verra

Her Pov

The white walls of the hospital room again.

I lay there, still reeling from Kyliah's bombshell, my body is weak, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear.
Riel sat beside me, his hand gently holding mine, his presence as a reassuring anchor in the storm.

My father, the man who was supposed to protect me, had betrayed me.
He had traded me away, a pawn in his twisted game of gambling debts.
My heart ached with a mixture of anger and despair.

I looked up at Riel, his strong arms wrapped around me, his warmth a comforting shield against the icy fear that gripped me.

My love, my everything.
But with the challenges we faced, would he stay?
Would he fight for me?
Would his love be strong enough to overcome the obstacles that lay ahead?

My eyes met his, filled with a depth of concern and love that I had never truly seen before.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.
How could I have been so blind?
How could I have missed the way he looked at me, the way he cared for me, the way he cherished me?

"Riel," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.
"I'm so scared."

He held me tighter, his grip firm and reassuring.

" Mimi," he said, his voice soothing my troubled soul.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"But what about my father?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"What about the deal he made? What about Thyron?"

"I'll figure it out," he said, his voice filled with quiet determination.
"I'll find a way to get you out of this. I promise."

"But how?" I asked, my voice filled with despair.
"My future is already...
I'm either going to be defiled by an old man, or I'm going to be forced to become a mother to Ron's child.
What about my dreams?
My music?
My life?"

My heart ached with a longing for something more, something better.
I had always dreamed of singing, of sharing my music with the world, of being a musician, of making a difference.
But now, my dreams seemed so distant, so impossible.

"Riel," I whispered, my voice filled with a desperate plea.
"Will you still love me even if I'm... defiled?
Will you still stay by my side?
Will you fight for me?"

He held my gaze, his eyes unwavering, his love a beacon of hope in the darkness.

"Mimi," he said, his voice filled with a deep, unwavering love.
"I will always love you. I will always fight for you. I will never leave your side."

I leaned into his embrace, my tears flowing freely, my heart filled with a mixture of fear and hope.
I knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but I also knew that I wasn't alone.
I had Riel, and that was all that mattered.

"I don't understand," I whispered, my voice hoarse.
"Why is my father so against you? Why does he hate the Wov family so much?"

Zatariel's grip tightened on my hand, his gaze filled with a deep understanding.
"I know it's hard to comprehend," he said softly,
"but it all goes back to our parents."

He paused, taking a deep breath, as if reliving the pain all over again.
"My father, he was a man who believed in love.
He believed in giving everything for the woman he loved.
He poured his heart and soul into building his business, all for her. But he thought she... she chose another man."

He paused, taking a deep breath, I reached out and took his hand, offering a silent gesture of support.

"He was devastated," Riel continued, his voice cracking with emotion.
"He lost himself for two years.
He wandered the streets broken. But then, he met Senyor Wayne in his darkest hour. And helped him rebuild his life and his business. He found love again, with a woman who understood his pain, a woman who had also been hurt."

He looked at me, his eyes searching for mine.
"And you know," he said softly, "Senyor Wayne is the father of the woman who broke his heart. Cennia, your mom."

My breath caught in my throat. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place.

"Now," Riel continued, his voice regaining its strength,
"My father, he forgave her. He learned that she had been a victim, that she was kidnapped and violated by the man who had always been jealous of their love. He realized that she had never truly chosen to leave him."

He squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with a newfound understanding.
"My father showed me," he said,
"Sometimes what's real, is something you cannot see."

I knew that my journey would be difficult, that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges. But I also knew that I wouldn't be facing it alone.
I had Riel, my anchor, my hope, my love and my guiding light.

"So," I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief,
"My father's hatred for the Wov family... it's because of his own crime? I still can't believe he did that to Mom."

Riel nodded, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.

"Pero," I said, my voice gaining strength,
"How about us?" My heart ached with the weight of his words, but a new question arose, a question that needed an answer.

He reached out and gently caressed my cheek, his touch sending a wave of warmth through me.
"We're not defined by their past," he said, his voice filled with quiet strength.
"Our love, our hope, our fight for what we believe in-that's what defines us."

His words were a promise, a vow, a light in the darkness.

I looked into his eyes, seeing the reflection of my own hope, my own love, my own determination. We were different.
We were stronger.
We were together.
And together, we would face anything.