Judas kiss novel Chapter 33

Marcela realized how much she cherished her daughter even though she didn't make it seem that way. Della was hardworking and dedicated. Della took care of her when everyone of her friends had abandoned her. Della took care of her when she was going through her drug abuse phase. This was her daughter, Marcela thought, she wanted Della in her life moreover...?she was in danger.

the person she?called?father was the devil.

Marcela thought she was living a lie, she had her happy family. A successful caring husband and a son. Many times she told them she didn't have family, they all abandoned her when she came to chase her American dream. Marcela wanted to protect her daughter and grandson. She certainly couldn't do it alone so she had to let someone in even if she immensely distasted that person.

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Andre's assistant had told him that a women had been requesting an appointment off his busy schedule. She had even went as far as coming in everyday, she was becoming very persistent. Andre regretted his decision of allowing the woman in when he saw his ex-mother in law walking in. She had her head raised high with pride, the whole scene made Andre every uncomfortable because all they ever did in the past was bicker and quarrel.

"Marcela.." Andre let out in a composed tone. "How may I help you ?"

"Wipe the smile off your face because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my daughter." Marcela sat down on the vacant seat opposite his mahogany desk. This made Andre chuckle at how petty she was and had always been.

"Some parents Della has." Andre sighed under his breath. "So your daughter is aware that you're here ?" Andre finally voiced out in a serious tone.

"Is Della my nanny ?" Marcela bit back. Andre shook his head not surprised at her verbal diarrhea. Despite Andre being the person who paid for Marcela's rehabilitation centre and all the other needs, he just expected her to be a tad bit grateful but boy was he wrong. It didn't bother him much because he did all that for Adela.

"Why are you here, Marcela ?" He shrugged laying back in his comfortable office chair. Marcela shook her now black hair tinted with bits of red on the edges.

"Della, no other reason. I'm here for my daughter." She said in a low voice. Her arrogant Fa?ade, dropping in a moment of agony.

"Della looks like she is doing well without you....without me." Andre muttered a small smile on his lips almost fading.

"She has always been strong but I'm afraid she doesn't know-" Marcela sighed. "I'm afraid she doesn't know who she is letting into her life. Della is desperate for love that she is looking for it in the wrong places."

This made Andre raise an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, Marcela?" Andre leaned over the desk paying much more attention to what was being said.

"Garreth is the root of all evil." Marcela sighed bitterly. Her eyes flashed with sadness, tears appearing at the bottom. This made Andre much more attentive because Marcela was never one to be emotional about anything or anyone. He waited for her to speak...

"He just appeared out of nowhere and wants to take my baby girl away. Della is my daughter, i love her so much. I don't know what I ever did to deserve a daughter like her and I just want to see her happy. I hate having to distance myself from her but-" She lowered her head. "I'm embarrassed Andre, I'm embarrassed!" Andre immediately handed her a box napkins as she was beginning to tear up.

"I'm a useless excuse for a mother Andre. Sometimes I look at the things that I do for my son and remember that never in my life did I do that for Della. It hurts me so much that I have treated her badly because of that man. The bitterness I have in my heart." She let out carefully removing the tears below her eyes not wanting to mess up her make up.

"She loves you regardless." Andre muttered giving her an assuring smile.

"I have wronged her in so many ways and one thing I will never forgive myself for..." She paused as if a bridge of tears had been broken. "How I turned her away, when she was pregnant and needed my help. She had absolutely no where to go and came to my door and I turned my back on her." Marcela burst into tears.

"That is partly my fault for even kicking her out in that manor." Andre racked through his blonde hair.

"That-" She paused. "That is why I can't even look at my grandson. I pretend as if I don't want to acknowledge him because I failed in the first moments when they actually needed me. I pretend as if I don't care but the truth is that night after I turned her away. I was worried sick... Worried about her wellbeing, out there alone and scared. I was worried for the baby she was carrying. I was disappointed, i yelled at her for getting pregnant and told her to abort it. I'm gold she didn't listen to me because I failed as a mother... what do I know ?" She said turning on the waterworks. "Now she is happy, they are both happy." She said hurt in her voice. "Happy with that devil."

"You should be telling her all this, Marcela. If there's anything Della ever wants to hear is this." Andre said softly.

"I have been replaced, my love is no longer needed or valid because she now has her long lost father who does absolutely everything for her." Marcela added.

"Della may have Garreth her father but she will always love you and need you. It's ridiculous to think you have been replaced, you are her mother."