Chapter 5

• Delilah's POV
• “Sweetheart?” I looked at her in surprise. “Who will prepare breakfast and hot chocolate for Andrian?”
• “Me! Me!”
• “Better.”
• “Now onwards, the kitchen department will be yours.”
• “What? I mean, yes, sweetheart!!”
• “Perfect. Mom, Nova, and Zoey can help you, but it will be their choice. Their works will take the rest of the work of homes.”
• “Okay, Dear!”
• “Now, go and prepare hot chocolate for Andrian. He has to attend training and then prepare strong coffee for me, you, and dad.”
• “Okay, Dear.”
• Once she ran into the kitchen to prepare the things that I had asked her to, I shifted my gaze from her to that little devil, and this time, I smirked, giving him a challenging look. ‘What now?’
• “Just wait and watch. I’m going to call Dad and will tell him that you hit mom and me both.”, Saying this, he ran out of the house in search of dad. He would go for a morning walk. After a while, Aarvik returned, holding dad’s hand. “Come, dad, Come!! There she is.”, he said, pointing his finger toward me.
• “Maya always told me that you would once show me your real face, but I didn’t believe her. And I was the biggest mistake of my life.”
• “Darling!! Darling!!”, And there came the drama queen, shedding crocodile tears. “See what our daughter did to me?”, She cried, showing her cheek.
• ‘Our daughter’
• “Delilah!! What kind of behavior is this?” Dad yelled at me.
• “The same treatment which you two did with my mom. She can thank me that I didn’t return the exact count that she slapped to my mom.”
• “Delilah,” Dad raised his voice.
• “Did your blood boil when I talk with your wife in this way? In the way, my blood used to boil when you both used to mistreat my mom.” I raised my voice and took a deep breath to continue. “All I want to clear is that Mom, Nova, and Zoey aren’t going to serve you three like a slave anymore. The rules of this home are going to change now.”
• “And this home is mine.”
• “If mom filed against domestic abuse case, then you might end up in your new house called Jail. And if she files another case stating that without divorcing the first wife, you brought another woman in the house, stating her your second wife, which is illegal as long as you haven’t divorced your first wife or she is alive, then she just will not get rid of this marriage but also get this house as alimony and many more.”, I pointed out.
• “Did you see this? How is her mouth working like a scissor? Won’t you show her in her right place?”, That bitch asked my father, more like working as fuel in his anger, but I wouldn’t blame her for this. It was my dad who was even listening to her.
• “Bring my whip.”, he said, and that little devil ran to bring it happily, but little did they know what was coming next.
• “Dad, I’m also your child like Andrian. I have never seen you treating him like that way.”
• “Because he is my son. My heir and you six are my headaches in the interval of each two years. I have to bear so many expenses in marriage. In return for that, can’t you all do the household chores? What do you want me to do with all of you? Give you free bread.”
• My jaw clenched hearing him.
• “Dad?”, he scoffed. “Stop calling me, dad, then. I don’t want you or any of you in my life. But no matter, what I did to your mother, she was never ready to leave me, and let’s keep the things in this way.”, he added and took the whip from Andrian’s hand.
• “I don’t know in which language your mother will understand that I hate her and so do I hate you all.”, Saying this, he hit me with a whip for the first time. “From today onwards till your marriage, you will handle all the household works and…", With this, he hit me for the second time, but this time I grabbed it in my hand and snatched it from his hand, and he kept looking at me in shock.
• “You and your wife will rule the house, huh?” I asked and whipped that bitch; she cried in pain. He came forward to help her, but I whipped him this time. I kept whipping them one by one and even slapped and punched them, recalling all the abuses that mom bore all her life. I grabbed a stick which they used to hit mom and started using the stick and whip on them with both my hand, beating them black and blue.
• “Sweetheart! Dear! My Daughter, Delilah”, They kept begging in front of me, and I recalled how mom used to beg in front of them to let her go.
• But they never showed any mercy on her.
• Her other daughters might have considered it as her fate and waited for Karma to teach them a lesson.
• But I was not them. I would punish them without waiting for Karma.
• Nova and Zoey also came out of the washroom and started requesting to leave them, but enough was enough.
• Ten years! From Ten years! I was seeing that bitch hitting my mother, and for more than ten years, this jerk father of mine had hit my mom.
• I would kill them if I would have to. Hell, this so-called father of mine had also killed my seventh sister in mom’s womb just because she was a girl again.
• #TBC