At the age of 17 Mariana Deliro is given a multi-million dollar company, by who? That's anyone's guess. Money may seem like a blessing but don't be fooled, it's a curse in disguise. With money comes: lying, deceit, betrayals and even a twisted myste...
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Jackson's POV:
"What the fuck-" I gasp, looking horrified at the wall in front of me. My daughter smiling up at me, her hand in mine.
"Mamma says that's a bad word." She states all cutely.
"Well mamma isn't going to find out about this." I grit out. Utterly shocked by my 4 year old.
"I'm not going to find out about what?" I hear Mariana's voice. Panicked, I rush to the door to block her view as she walks towards the room. She raises her eyebrows in question, holding our two week old baby boy in her arms.
"Nothing." I shake my head quickly, blocking the doorframe.
"I made a picture like dada, come and see mamma." Arabella says, squeezing past me and grabbing Rhi's hand and pulling her forward.
"You don't want to do that." I warn.
"Jackson." Rhi warns, narrowing her eyes at me. She knows something is wrong. I huff and move out of the way.
"What the fuck." Mariana says, standing in front of the wall, her mouth hanging open in shock.
"That's a bad word." I state. "There are kids present."
"But you said that too." Arabella states, throwing me under the bus. Thanks kid.
"Shut up." I mumble, knowing she's right.
"Arabella Ira Sousa why have you painted on the wall?" Mariana asks, anger poking through her calm tone.
"It's for Rey." She answers sweetly, looking at her baby brother with love.
Rhi shakes her head in shock before looking at me. "Please tell me you can do something to fix this." She pleads.
"I can, don't worry." I say before turning my attention to our daughter. I crouch down to her level and hold her hands in mine. "Arabella, we don't draw on walls." I tell her. Mariana and I are both mad but our 4 year old doesn't know any better and it's fixable so I we go for the calm approach after our initial shock.
"But you drew on my wall." She reasons. She kinda has a point.
I look to Rhi for help and she shrugs. "Um, that's different. It's with...special paint and with permission." I try to reason with her.
"So you don't like my picture?" She asks, sadly twidling her fingers.
"It's not that we don't like it sweetie, it's just that we don't want it on the walls." Rhi states. "How about you draw it again on some paper and we can put it in a picture frame and hang it on the wall?"
"Ok." She beams, running off to get her colours.
"I blame you." Rhi says accusingly.
"Me?"
"You draw all the time, she copies off you. And you painted her a fairy garden mural on the wall and now this." She says motioning to the scribbles on the wall.
