Chapter 4\u00a0<\/p>\n
DYLAN\u00a0<\/p>\n
I packed a few things that will fit into one small piece of luggage and left the rest in Beckett\u2019s house. Almost everything in there was bought by Beckett. After our wedding, Beckett bought a whole new wardrobe for me. So, everything in there was his. I don\u2019t care what he\u2019d do with it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t even remember when was the last time I had my own money. I never worked a day in my entire life. When I was young, my parents bought everything for me. And when I get married, it is Beckett who takes care of me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was pampered, sheltered, and spoiled by everyone around me. And my situation right now makes me realize that I have never done anything meaningful in my life. Since I turned eighteen, I already set my mind on marrying Beckett and being a good wife to him and a wonderful mother to our children. But now, even that simple dream came out of the window when Sarah went back and claimed what used to be hers. This was probably my karma for stealing Beckett from Sarah and forcing him to marry me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve enjoyed those three beautiful years I shared with Beckett. Now that my beautiful dream was over, I had no other choice but to wake up and move on with my life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blew a loud sigh as I stood outside the gate of our house. I frowned when I looked at the guardhouse and found it empty. That\u2019s odd considering that this house was used to be fully guarded. I pressed the doorbell multiple times, but no one came out to open the gate for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere the hell are the maids?\u201d I murmured to myself. A couple of minutes passed, and I decided to open the gate myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As I walked along the pathway to the main door, I noticed that our garden garage that used to be filled with different luxurious cars was now empty. Did Dad move his car somewhere else?\u00a0<\/p>\n
The house was awfully quiet. I also noticed that most of the lights were turned off as if there was no one inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Did they go on a vacation? But why didn\u2019t they tell me? And even if they did go on vacation, there\u2019s usually someone left at home. How the hell did the house seem awfully quiet?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tried to knock on the front door. But no one answered. I tried to look over the window, but it was so dark that I couldn\u2019t see any sign of anyone inside. I picked up my phone and decided to call them to know what\u2019s going on. I can feel that there\u2019s something that isn\u2019t right here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was tapping my shoe as I waited for my mom to answer her phone. It took her a couple of minutes before she finally answered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, dearie! Why did you call?\u201d She greeted with an extremely suspicious enthusiasm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I not allowed to check on my parents?\u201d I asked, frowning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you are, dearie.\u201d She sounds nervous. \u201cI\u2019m just quite busy right now. What is it, hon?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:23 Thu, Dec 25\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 4\u00a0<\/p>\n
951\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere else would I be, sweetheart?\u201d That\u2019s the third endearment she uses on me in the span of minutes. She was obviously avoiding answering my question.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2026\u201d I said as a warning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere at the house, you silly!\u201d she replied nervously.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, I\u2019m at the house, and no one\u2019s here. Where the hell are you? What\u2019s going on?\u201d I\u2019m starting to get worried. I can definitely tell that there\u2019s something wrong going on with my parents.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDylan Elizabeth! What are you doing there?\u201d She raised her voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cVisiting my parents, obviously. Which apparently are lying to me right now. Would you please tell me what\u2019s going on?\u201d I insisted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDylan, get out of that place right now,\u201d she ordered. I can hear panic in her voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI will. As soon as you tell me what\u2019s going on,\u201d I replied stubbornly as I put my arm on my waist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
However, before my mother could even say another word, I heard a voice behind me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me, miss. You can\u2019t be here. This is private property,\u201d said the man behind me that I don\u2019t recognize. He must be a new caretaker.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at him for a minute before I raised my finger in front of him, telling him to hold on for a minute. \u201cMom, the guard is here. I\u2019ll call you back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDylan, wait-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I cut her off before she could even finish her sentence. I turned to the man to talk to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must be new here,\u201d I started. \u201cI know this is private property because this is my parent\u2019s house. Now, will you please be a doll and help me with my luggage?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you a family member?\u201d he continued asking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I\u2019m the daughter of the owner of this house,\u201d I replied irritatedly as his continued interrogation started to annoy me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDaughter? You must be mistaken, miss. The Lamberts don\u2019t have a daughter.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat Lamberts are you talking about? This house is owned by my father, Eric Lambert,\u201d I said, raising my eyebrow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, you must be the daughter of the <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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