My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas -
Chapter 69: Culprit No.3 (Luther’s mother POV)
Chapter 69: Culprit No.3 (Luther’s mother POV)
I met my husband through my parents.
There was no love or emotional connection between us. Not even physical attraction.
But there was political interest.
We were the second generation after the secondary gender appearance so the old aristocracy put pressure on us to marry-
To prove that traditional values should still be valued still since the rich and educated still follow them.
I-I didn’t like my husband. I doubt that he liked me.
The only thing we shared was the pressure our families put on us and the fact that we both had someone else in secrecy.
Cassian was always rude and arrogant. The lack of humanity and the ability to use everybody as a chess piece without any emotion was highly praised.
The difference the years dug in his character was the cruelty.
My husband was not cruel to me. Just indifferent.
Compliment.
Uninterested.
It was fairly obvious by the lack of questions or any form of talk at our arranged dinners.
The only thing that would echo from our table was the clicking of our forks.
No small talk.
No eye contact.
Yet the marriage happened.
Expensive and flashy. Tiresome and uncomfortable.
Like the years about to come.
It was never easy to be the wife of Cassian Wilkers.
Not in the beginning when in two months of marriage, all we discussed was my fertile periods so that we could provide an heir as soon as possible.
Not now.
We- on our fourth anniversary of our wedding, I publicly announced my pregnancy, letting myself float on the ocean of their praise and love.
Only Cassian didn’t react. Not at that moment.
Hours later, he pulled me aside to talk.
"Is it mine?"
"Yes."
"No. It’s not."
"It is."
"We’ll test it as soon as he’s out."
Why was he so suspicious?
I did have my flaws. I even had a lover, but as soon as the diamond ring shackled my finger I was nothing but a perfect wife.
That was the first time Cassian changed his indifference to cruelty to me.
Nonetheless, I had a rocky pregnancy.
Luther was a troublesome baby-
Making me sick every time I even dared to sip a bit of water.
Nine months. Nine months of nausea, dizziness, constant hunger and headaches.
And I went through that alone.
Unlike me, my husband didn’t break his secret relationship he had before the wedding. Nor was he pressured to.
Lucrezia was keeping him on a short leash.
I always wondered how she managed to turn such a stoic, vicious man into a harmless puppy. It was an eerie sight to see him levitate around her, obsessed with her every move and facial expression.
She was a truly beautiful woman.
I was not. Not anymore.
Wobbling like a penguin around the house with the servants’ help, I looked pathetically cheap.
My face would get puffy and irritated from any makeup and skincare. My skin breakout, leaving pussy zits all over.
Despite my hunger, my belly grew extremely big, making it difficult to move an inch. Under the pressure, veins popped on my bony legs.
I couldn’t drag myself to walk more than a few steps outside my room. Drained of any color or happiness, I would haunt the hallway like a ghost.
But I got through it and gave birth.
Unlike any other mother, I didn’t get to hold my baby after he was born. They just took them away for tests.
So I was left alone in the cold hospital room, broken and in pain, without anyone by my side. Not my mother, not my father, not my husband.
I didn’t see Luther for two days. They wouldn’t even let me breastfeed him. I couldn’t even protest-
Since the heir was born, until the results of the paternity test were out, I was left with little to no care. So I was in dreadful pain because my husband doubted my loyalty.
Yet again, Cassian was cruel to me.
After two days of nothing but misery and loneliness, they came to me with flowers and gifts. Congratulating me, hugging me, letting me hold Luther.
My husband didn’t come, despite the paternity test proving my innocence.
I didn’t see him again until I got back home, a few weeks later.
I stepped with dread on the pavement that led to the house. The heaviness of my memories made every step feel like an additional nail in the coffin of who I used to be.
When I walked in, I knew I was never going to be happy again. And I couldn’t do anything about it.
"Barbara."
My husband welcomed me by filling the soulless home with flowers. I remember a wave of hope going through me like an electric shock.
How young and gullible I was.
"Cassian."
"Thank you."
Despite feeling like a transactional gratitude, after almost a year into our marriage -
I finally had an inch of my husband’s attention.
The sudden weakness in my arms and legs, the tears filling my eyes-
Seems like I’ve been craving it for far too long.
He opened a box, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace. The stones sparkled so intensely, it could have blinded anyone who looked from the wrong angle at it.
He gently put it on my neck. He was never gentle before. The unfamiliar sensation gave me goosebumps.
"Congratulations. You are a mother now."
"You are a father too."
He smiled. Politely, mechanically.
"I cut ties with Lucrezia."
The sterner statement took me by surprise. I couldn’t help but goggle my eyes at him in such a manner-
It turned that meaningless smile into the first note of amusement he ever showed me.
Cassian was not a beautiful man- at least not in my eyes. His short hair and icy eyes always seemed too clean and composed to me. Like a soulless statue.
But that faint smile, that little crack of humanity made me fall in love with him.
It wasn’t because he was worthy.
It was because I was starving for human connection.
That did not change the sincerity of my feelings.
"From now on, we will be a proper family."
"Yes."
I replied, yet I had no idea what the meaning of that statement was.
Seems to me now, surrounded by all those drunk alphas and all these poor omegas being used by them, that just means I am good enough to obey.
And I do. I did.
After all, I am here selling my son out to those hungry hyenas for whoever is paying more.
Maybe if it wasn’t for him, I would have never raised my head and seen what disgusting mess Cassian has painted of this ’proper family’.
"You look lonely."
"I think you forgot yourself. Or are you that sick in the head you want the mother-son combo?"
The blonde stranger laughed.
"I’m interested only in Luther. You just looked sad in your funeral black dress and your diamond necklace."
"And you came to cheer me up?"
"I am not that skilled a liar."
I smiled. The man smiled back.
"Why are you wearing a wig?"
The stranger seemed shocked at my question. His surprised stare reminded me of a younger version of myself.
"Nobody could tell so far."
His voice fluctuated like a teenager caught sneaking out.
"Because you’re in a room full of men."
He chuckled yet again. I smiled too. This is the longest conversation I’ve had since I was married.
It felt nice.
"Emiliano."
He extended his hand to shake. I shook it.
"Barbara. I doubt you are here to get my blessing."
"I am. In a way. I am Luther’s boyfriend. He lives with me at the moment."
The champagne stuck in my throat. Did Luther have a lover?
The stranger continued with a soft voice:
"I am here to save him. I don’t care about the money. I just want Luther in my arms."
My voice sounded a bit raspy than I wanted it to:
"How romantic."
"That’s the least I could do. I care about him after all. It’s only normal to do all you can for someone who gives you a family."
He didn’t look at me when he said it. He just traced his finger on the glass, lost in thought. A pleading scrunch of his eyebrows combined with a weak smile.
He looked lovesick.
"Oh."
That was all it took. That look.
That sentence of basic decency cleared the blurry vision I had for years.
And so I chugged the champagne and left to find Cassian.
The stranger left behind me, smiling satisfied.
I didn’t know what I was gonna say to my husband when I was going to see him.
Should I ask for a divorce?
That was not an option.
The aristocracy would make sure I never take another breath again.
Cassian was never going to listen to my demands. Or care to change.
So that leaves only one option.
I had to get rid of my husband.
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