The Drenched Truth (Power Series)

*part 3

Jeannette gasped staring at her daughter in shock. "Why would you think that my life is miserable? That's absolutely preposterous."

"Oh, come on mother, we all know it. It's not like we are blind, you know. I have noticed the marks on your skin... since I have received many of his beatings, I know his handy work and that's just the start of it." Isabella pointed out and she lifted her hand once again.

"And even if my life is miserable, I don't see what it has to do with you or anyone else for that matter," Jeannette silenced her with a stern voice.

Isabella got up waving her hands slightly. "You are a miserable mother. I see it every day. How can you love such a man? How can you?"

"I do not wish to discuss this with you." She bluntly said and Isabella shrugged.

"Very well then, Mother, have it as you wish but I will not marry a man like that. There must be a man out there who isn't so scornful and judgmental at all times. Firm but also gentle..."

Isabella became lost in her own thoughts and her mother laughed, leaning back in her chair as if she was finding this extremely hilarious.

"You are living in an enchanted world, my descendant. Show me a man who is successful with power that pieces gentle and loving towards you but firm and strong with the world and doesn't have an attitude delinquent like the manhood of nowadays, and I will make sure to do anything in my power to go against your father so you may marry him!"

There was a light of triumph in Isabella's very soul when she looked at her mother with an amused smile on her plump lips, her face lit with fortitude. She could tell that her Mother was silently blaspheming herself for saying what she had said.

"It is an arrangement, mother." Isabella got up and took a deep breath, walking to the door with a satisfied sense within.

"We will talk about this again." She cheerfully said and her mother huffed behind her, already sounding defeated.

Isabella left the room in a hurry and Jeannette groaned, placing her head on her arms in defeat.

She has messed things up.

'Oh, what have she I done?!'She questioned herself as dread inked into her body.

Isabella is so much like her father - determined and strong-willed - and there's no doubt that she will find exactly such a man if she really wanted to.

Jeannette took a deep breath, getting up and walked towards the door, noticing her daughter going up with the stairs and felt more than just a little upset. She just incited Isabella on to do as she wishes. A marriage of love and, so quite possibly shot herself in the foot, ruining her own chance of what she needs... For Andreas to cease with his unholy ways.

"This discussion is not over!" She yelled and turned away glaring up to the ceiling with a weary feeling knowing very well that this, whatever the perdition this might be that she just spurred on, will be the beginning of a bloody war in this very house.

"Oh Lord, what have I done?" She regretfully mumbled to herself as her husband’s face flashed up before her and she felt her body tense up.