Bound and Broken: Maya's Story

Chapter Thirty Seven

Maya's POV:

I approached Father's office and slid open the glass doors. One way glass. No one could see in but they could see out. It almost looked like there was nothing there. Father was as usual sitting at his desk, on his laptop and flipping through papers. He stopped and stood up, fixing his suit and walking over to me.

"Maya" He said, clearing his throat. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes? Father I'm kinda busy. If you're going to lecture me on how I'm too slow with business can we do it later?" I replied. He chuckled and shook his head, taking sudden interest in the floor. Something was bothering him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, coming closer and sitting on the couch. A pang of sadness hit me when I remembered being younger, Mom and me sitting and playing while Father looked on while working. That's all he did my entire childhood. Work.

"Er. Nothing Nothing. Just wondering why you decided to leave Michael? He seemed like a nice guy" He said. I dug my nails into my palm to avoid making a fist. Seriously?

"He slept with my fucking pet behind my back. Told her he loved her. Took her collar off. Gave her ice cream. A long list. So I made him get rid of his old pet and divorced him. His company should be fine, in about 50-60 years if their parents don't pass down boycotting." I said with a smirk. Father's face made it disappear real quick.

"Maya! You know you're expected to get married. You just divorced him! Didn't even give him a chance? It's just a pet. She's gone and now you've got a new one. Your family is going wild over it." He said, a pained look on his face. I lost the respectful look and full on glared at him.

"So I have to be married now to run the company in your place? Why don't you get Step Mother pregnant and force her to push out a male heir while you're at it?" I snarled. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

"Maya. No. We'd just PREFER you marry. Then you can make an heir of your own to take over the company one day. And she's your Mother not your step mother. We talked about this" He gave me a pleading look. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want children yet. I'm only 29. Nearly 30 in about 6 months. That's all you and Step Mother talk about. Kids" I snapped.

"She's. Your. Mother" He said through gritted teeth.

"Oh I'm sorry I forgot. She pushed me out at the hospital, breastfed me, took care of me as I grew up. Right? I can't seem to remember that" I said, tilting my head. He slammed his hands on his desk, making me jump.

"Maya! Listen to me. You've got to get Married. Or else you won't be taking my place in the company. And you're out of my house" He snapped. My eyes widened.

"Did you just threaten to fucking disown me? Even if you do manage to made another heir I'd have to be DEAD for them to take my rightful place. You'd kill your own Daughter?" I snapped right back. We held eye contact, daring the other to look away. I won.

"No. Of course I wouldn't. Disown and then burn all evidence of us being related. If you're out of the family you are no longer eligible" He explained. He sounded dead serious.

This fucker cares so much about marriage he's willing to disown and blacklist his own fucking daughter

"Fine. Whatever" I said, getting up. He called my name but I ignored it, walking through the glass doors and sliding them shut with a loud clang.

I walked back to my room, a permanent frown etched onto my face. That hurt.

He's willing to blacklist me in the name of WORK. Does he really care about me like he claims to?