NIRELLE - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

"We have been trying all we can to make the news of your brother go away, but it keeps hovering over us like a cloud, and we are sure that the prosecutors are soon going to come after him, and if they do, there is a high chance that he is going to go ot jail."
I almost let my guard down because I am almost ready to allow him to go to jail; after all, he deserves even worse. I stay silent for a while because I do not know how she wants me to help her. What does she want me to do? Create a big enough scandal so it goes away from her previous little boy? If one saw two of us, they would never believe that I was her biological child while Cory was the son she met in the Thamore mansion. She had only acted like a mother to him all these years, while I was treated like trash they happened to find and bring home.
"," she breathed my name out, and I see how much I don't miss her calling my name. It triggered some sort of emotion within me, and it was not the good type.
"Yes, Mom," I say, swallowing the tangy taste in my mouth. It burned through my throat as I closed my eyes and sat in the car. "What do you want me to do?" I ask, trying to sound less sarcastic than I intend to be.
"You have a very powerful and influential husband," she said, and I knew instantly where she was going. "Ask him to help your family out; after all, they are his family too."
If only she knew that Lucien was behind this and that he would not consider them his family. I cleared my throat because I couldn't expose him to her; she had to be suffering more before she knew where it was all coming from. Lucien was behind this, and I had even forgotten all about it because I was busy with this Cassian situation.
"Mom, we have barely been married a month, and you already think it is time for me to start asking for favours?"
"Favours?" She does not like my response. In fact, I am sure she expected that my response would be yes without me talking back at her. "You call helping your family favours?" I really can't understand why she is referring to herself as my family, but I don't want to make a scene over the phone.
"Mom, what else would I call it? It won't be nice if I have to ask him to help our family already."
"Why not? Isn't he a man? He is a man, and it means you can have him wrapped around your fingers; all you have to do is give him what he wants."
"Mom, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Whether it be sex or a threesome"—she "sounded pained. Like she had done something she didn't want to do just so she could get what she wanted. "Whatever it might be, give it to him and see yourself getting everything you want."
"Mom, I don't want to..."
", don't be foolish; please tell me that you've let your husband touch you," she cried, the focus of her call now lost. "I told you, my friends told you, you need to have kids for him as soon as possible for you to solidify your position in the Vexley group." She pauses for a while and makes a weird sound at the back of her throat.
"Do you need me to send you a reference video or tips on how to seduce your husband?"
"You wanted me to talk to him about Cory, right?" I say cut her off before she can go all hell on me. I can't believe she would think that I would be comfortable with anything sex-related after what she and her husband did to me.
"Yes, I do, but now I am very worried. Are you fulfilling your wife's duties?" she asked, and I was almost screaming at her. Was it the same kind of fulfilment that turned me into a broken girl? If it were that kind, then I really do not want to fulfil any duties of such.
"Don't you worry, Mom, I have everything under control."
"Are you sure you don't need tips?" She asked as if she was truly worried about me. "You need to start beating babies as soon as you can and have as many so no one can ever think of kicking you out."
"Is that all you called to say? To talk about Cory? Anything else?" I asked, somehow, hoping that she would ask me how I was and what happened in the viral video from yesterday. I am sure she must have seen it, but maybe she really did not care about me at all. I knew she did not care, but I was just wishing that thing would be a little different this time around.
"I am just worried about you and your husband, and I do hope everything is all right."
"We are alright." I swallow the evolved taste in my mouth. "I have to go; Lucien needs me," I say, ready to cut off the call, and she yells before I can.
"Remember to talk to him and use whatever means necessary to make sure you get what you want," she adds, and I cut off the call, dropping it to my lap. The driver looks at me through the centre mirror. I could not tell what he was thinking, but I saw pity in there; he was pitying me, and that broke my heart.
"Back to the mansion," I said, trying to play it cool. I saw his eyes lower and then a head nod before he started the car, fully focused on the road. The car glided down the road, and a few minutes later, we were approaching the gates of the mansion.
"This prison is better than the last." I take a deep breath and get ready to go in and deliver the news to Lucien, even though I am confused about which I am supposed to say first.