Page 91 of Dark Mafia Heir

Angelo and Luca tense in their seats as well. They feel that something’s off, too. I can tell from the look on their faces.

I texted my father last night to let him know I would be coming to see him this morning, and his reply had been very short and straightforward. Too short.

I’ll be waiting.

That’s all he said to me. I wasn’t able to reach Harper, but it’s Saturday. She’s mostly home on Saturdays.

Luca pulls over by the entrance, and Angelo hops out from the front seat to help me climb out of the car.

I give him a polite, thankful smile. “Thank you. You don’t need to come inside with me.”

“The boss gave us instructions. We can’t let you go in alone,” Luca says. “You won’t even notice we’re here.” His shoulder stiffens, and his expression grows colder.

I shake my head. He won’t back down if that is Antonio’s order, so it’s no use arguing with him. “Fine.”

The guards by the door inspect us for weapons. They take Luca and Angelo’s guns and the knives they had strapped on several parts of their bodies. I find it very strange that my bodyguards need to be inspected in that way.

An instant shiver runs down my spine when we enter into the manor. I can’t find any of the housekeepers anywhere around the house. It’s like a ghost town in here.

I exchange glances with Luca and Angelo. “I need to speak with my father.”

“Where’s his study?” Angelo asks, speaking for the first time since our journey down here.

“Upstairs.”

“We’re coming with you,” he says.

I lead the way to my father’s study and knock once before pushing the door open. I’m stunned when I see my papa standing with his back to the door. He’s staring at something outside the window.

“Dad?” My legs are wobbly as I walk into the study at a sloth's pace. Something’s off. There’s an unspoken tension in the air. “Are you okay?”

He turns around slowly enough to make my heart race. “Vivienne.”

I turn around to my bodyguards. “Wait here.”

Luca gives my father a suspicious glare and says, “Scream if something happens.”

I frown at him. “I’m with my father, Luca. He’s not a monster that will eat me alive or something.” Closing the door, I edge closer to my father. “Is something wrong? Where are the maids and Harper?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His gaze flits to my belly. “You’re carrying his child, aren’t you?”

Air stalls in my lungs. I take a step back and cover my stomach. “How did you know?”

“Your sister told me.” He walks to his desk and settles on the mesh chair. “It slipped out during an argument.”

“Dad… It’s… I came because I wanted to tell you about it.” My scalp prickles, and my stomach won’t stop churning. “I love him, Antonio, I mean. I’m in love with him and with your blessings?—”

“You’re an embarrassment, Vivienne,” he says gruffly. “I am ashamed of you, and the bastard you’re carrying is no grandchild of mine.”

My throat burns and it’s suddenly too hard to say a word. I see how he sees it. I fell in love with my kidnapper and got pregnant. He’s within his right to hate me and be mad, but my child did nothing wrong. He doesn’t deserve to be insulted just for existing.”

“He is not a bastard. He has a father?—”

“A father who kidnapped and violated you, Vivienne.” He’s raising his voice and clenching his fist now. “A father who is an enemy.”

“He wouldn’t be your enemy if you didn’t kill the man who raised him. Don’t ever speak about my husband and child like that.” Bile creeps up my throat, and the only thing I can bring myself to feel is bitterness. Hatred for this man who is supposed to be my father yet tried to sell me off for connection.

All I feel is resentment for this man who has never looked at me with love but tries to bring me down every chance he gets.

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