Trillionaires' War

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

The Genovese allowed us some privacy, and my very angry turkish father made it clear that Marcus was not invited to sit into this conversation.

Well, not necessarily a conversation...

My dad has been leaning forward, gripping the back of the chair hard enough for us to visibly see his veins pop out. From his hands to his neck it's prone on his skin. I have never seen him so angry before. He's always been very intimidating to be around. Not to mention that his expressions are usually stonic and harsh enough to scare me, but not this time. It's the silence that's worrying me. I can't tell what he's thinking, or what he's going to do. I don't want my relationship with my own dad to change because I'm pregnant. I don't think I can handle him treating me differently. He's my dad and I love him.

My mom sits decisively on the sofa in her black belted pencil dress, looking as flawless as ever. Her aburn hair looks vibrant fanning her face. She gives me a pondering look before patting the seat beside her. I eye my dad, who's still staring down in anger, avoiding us, before taking the seat.

My mom places her pale hand on top of mine. I look up into her honey brown eyes. They soften a little. "Chloe, it's been-"

"Hayır. No." (No.) My dad stops her forcefully in native tongue and in hers. We turn to him. He anger directs to her. "You will not speak on this, Cora." He stands up straight, fixing his suit. "You knew all along the true extend of their relationship and you blatantly hid it from me. Your chances of speaking are over."

"I didn't hide anything." She defends herself. "I told you in the hospital what they were to each other. I told you. Maybe not right away, but that was because it wasn't my place to tell."

"You failed to mention they were... active." He looks uncomfortable with the last word.

"Is that really the problem here? So she had sex, Omer. She's an adult. What should concern you more is that our daughter is pregnant in a foreign country, away from us."

"And how do you think she got into this situation?" He paces a little before turning back to her. "I blame this on you."

"On me?" She's flabbergasted.

"You have been liberating our daughters into this path. I told you to stop condoning shameful behaviors. What do you do? Applaud them behind my back."

She sighs. "They are grown women, Omer. I don't make the choices for them. Didn't we agree that we were going to let them choose how they live their own life? Make their own decisions? Unlike how we were raised?"

He gives my mom a look that could kill. "Yes, Cora. Given they made the right one. This would not have happened in Turkey. I should have forced all of them to move back home. They would have practiced our faith and behaved accordingly."

"Your faith." She corrects him. "And you can't possibly believe religion would've stopped this. I mean didn't you have sex before marriage, Omer? Isn't that frowned upon in your faith?"

"This isn't about me."

"And it isn't about you." My mom snaps. "This is about our daughter. So reign in those masochistic impulses, and the over baring father role because none of our daughters are virgins. Concentrate on the fact that we finally found Chloe unharmed."

My dad doesn't look like he's ready to drop the subject. "I would have fired that boy the moment I knew their relationship was anything, but professional. That was your mistake Cora. Own up to it."

My mom stand up to her full height. Her own anger spiking. "Maybe it was. But I let her have a choice. Something you would taken away from her. Remember that even though I respect your morals and values, mines are not the same. And you will not force them upon my kids."