Love Aint Always Pretty novel Chapter 89

Lie

- statements which are untrue; to make an untrue statement with intent to deceive; to create a false or misleading impression; to bring about by telling lies

Origin: Middle English

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There was a huge gift on Damon's hand and I was surprised with it. He bought a gift to Melissa but never dared to give it? Why? This means a lot to me because out of all Melissa's birthdays he never, not even once, gave her a gift. Every family occasion or special holidays like Christmases, he never gave her anything. Never.

Even though I hate Damon so much because of all the cruel things he has done to me, this tiny thing he did for Melissa is huge, considering Melissa doesn't even bring his last name. It means he does love my daughter. He's at least beginning to love her. I know Damon is still a nice guy despite what he has become now, and he has his days all the time but right now I am really moved.

He looks at me. "What are you doing here?"

"Is that a gift?" I asked. "For Melissa?"

He gazed at it.

Neither of them said anything.

"Damon?" A smile appears on my face.

John smiles at me, but... Ruefully?

"It's a gift. Melissa won't like it." Damon says.

I chuckle. "Damon, don't be shy. Melissa has been waiting for you to give her something. She will love it. Anything from you."

Damon takes a deep breath and drinks from his glass of... Liquor? That's obviously liquor.

I arched an eyebrow at him. "Don't you think so Mr. John?"

"I definitely do, Mrs. Patricks."

I smiled at Damon, "Why didn't you give Lissa her present along with the others? She's opening all of her gifts now. We could add it along with my gift."

"No! I'm throwing this." He says firmly.

He finally handed it to Mr. John as quick as he could and I ran closer to them to pull it back but Damon takes a grip tight on it. Melissa would love it. But why is he hiding it from her? Why does he deprive Melissa from a love of a father? At least, even for once, he would be nice to her. That's all I ask from Damon. But he's being an asshole again.

"No! Don't throw it! Damon!" I began pulling it away from Damon.

He pushed me and I successfully grabbed the small card attached from the box. I quickly ran my eyes over it, reading what the card contains and I was surprised by what I just saw.

To the most beautiful angel on her fifth birthday,

May you have many more birthdays and blessings to come. I'll see you & your mommy soon!

Uncle Nick

I gaped.

It's from Nick.

My head moved right at Damon and he's staring at me angrily. With all the anger raging inside of me, I pulled my hand and slapped him. I know I shouldn't have done that because he will hurt me back but I've had enough of all these lies he caused me. He's hiding the first birthday gift that Nick had given to Melissa. I couldn't let that pass and not even in my entire life imagined that he could go this far.

"How could you?!" I yelled.

Mr. John bends his head down after what he witnessed.

"How could the both of you do this to us?! How could you do this to Melissa?! How could you?! Damon! How could you!" I continuously hit his chest.

He takes a grip on both of my wrists and stopped me. I'm crying as I pull myself away from him but he holds me tightly so I won't slip away. I cried harder and louder. All of the things that I've been through is coming to me. I hit Damon again, I reached for his hair and pulled it. He grunts.

He strongly pushes me and I fell down the ground. Mr. John quickly helped me and held me so I could stand again but I pulled myself away from him.

"You are the most horrible man I have ever met Damon! Not even once in my life didn't think you could do this! Not even once!" I screamed, not caring about the guests from downstairs.

Damon quickly pulled his hand up and slapped me. I fell onto Mr. John's arms. I began to cry even more. Damon looks at me and every time those eyes lands at me, I want to rip it out from his eyeballs and burn him in hell. He marches out of the room cos of his anger while he left me with Mr. John.

He helps me sit on the couch and handed me a ply of tissue. He kneels before me and I don't want to look into Mr. John's own eyes because I am too mad. They could do anything related to me, they could pull me away from Nick but they couldn't do this to Melissa. Even though she doesn't know Nick is her father, at least she would know Nick exist in her life.

I want Nick to be a part of her life. I want her to know about Nick. I want Melissa to be a part of Nick's life even without me in it. I want them to meet so badly. But Damon is doing everything he can behind my back to stop them from meeting each other and it's really selfish of him. He doesn't even like Lissa but he's doing this to her.

"Mrs. Patricks I am really sorry. I should have told you earlier." Mr. John says to me.

I wipe my tears, "I thought you weren't one of his idiotic bodyguards that keeps on following me. I didn't know you could do this Mr. John. I trusted you."

"I'm so sorry. I truly didn't want to do this but he forced me."

"I should've known. You worked for him for years, of course your trust is with him."

"At first yes, my trust was with Mr. Patricks. But after all these things that I'm hearing about that he's hurting you and him being so strict to you and Melissa, I know I had to do something."

"By what? Hiding the birthday gift that came from Nick to Melissa?" I spit.

He shakes his head. "I have to tell you everything I know."

I watch him as he stands away from me. I watch him as he starts to get nervous. I am nervous when he said everything he knows.

"This isn't the first birthday gift Nick has sent Melissa." He tells me.

My eyes widened by what he said. Mr. John started grabbing my hand and dragged me to this door that was hidden behind a huge curtain which leads to a wide silver vault. A huge vault that I have never seen before all these years that I have been in this mansion. I watch him as he unlocks it and he even knows the password to it.

He opens the vault and my heart drops.

There were tons of gifts inside. All in wrappers of colors pink and white.

"What are these?" I asked.