Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Cora POV

In the sitting room, the two of us were standing, staring at each other three paces apart. Demetri was taking me in as much as I was taking him in.

My mind went blank, all the questions I had rehearsed over the week since I found out he was my dad vanished, gone, all I could do was look at him, and see that he was my dad, in so many ways.

I had to agree, he did look better than in the glossy magazines. Demetri could be on the runway, but then that sounded too cheap; he looked higher class than a runway, more refined. I read up on him, and he was blue blood, a cousin, of some other relationship to the royal family. But I know little to nothing about it other than what you read in the papers. It’s not like he will ever take the throne, but yeah, he has that aristocratic look about him, which makes him stand apart from others.

That man before me was my father, and he looked like me, or did I look like him? We looked so alike that I didn’t need a DNA test to tell me it was something I had never noticed before, when I had seen him in magazines or on television. But I never knew he was my dad, so I never looked for similarities in the pictures. I did have some similarities to my uncle on my mother’s side, not my father’s, like I had my mum’s large breasts, her lips, and body shape, but not as many features as I have with Demetri. Now I have something real to compare with.

Staring at Demetri, like this, I could see the same dimples I have, the same smattering of freckles, the

eyes, the chin, the high cheekbones. I was taller than my mother, but nothing like the size of my Demetri.

So much about him was me, but in a masculine way he didn’t look feminine, and I didn’t look masculine. It

was more than we had, so many features in common, even standing here staring, we stood with one leg

slightly bent, our hands loosely at our sides. It’s uncanny, the little things, you would think I had grown up with him, and was copying his stance, the soft smile on his lips, those gentle appraising eyes.

Gunner kept us together, arranging the suitcases in the bedroom, getting Clara to bring in the tea trolley. I was so lucky to have him here, because I was not thinking straight. You could say I was overwhelmed, that

r a man known worldwide was my father, a powerful man.

With coffee and muffins, I sat opposite him, and the same questions we had discussed before came to mind. Now that it was active again, I had to see his answers on his face when we talked, see what truth

lies behind his words.

“Why didn’t you come for me? At least try to get to know me?” I was so hurt deep inside, now that I was able to accept that he was my father.

“I thought you were happy. I didn’t know your mother had died. I never put the pieces together. I think I didn’t want to believe that she was dead. It was easier to believe you were well and happy with a new step–dad and a life. I gave your mother the distance she asked for, and didn’t keep track of her. I had tried, in the beginning, but she never responded; all i could do was keep sending you money.” I could tell he was speaking the truth. Mum was always the secretive type, which is why I never knew the truth about my life

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till now. My uncle has been continuing the ruse, and it was all for the money my Demetri was sending me, which I never received.

“Did you look into the account I mentioned last time?” I want my uncle to suffer as much as he made me suffer, and know what it felt like to beg for money, for school projects, and basic things, once my mother died.

“Yes, and have started legal proceedings to get all the money back. Your uncle had been spending all the money, not the trust account; he couldn’t get his hands on that money or the business, but the separate account I had sent your mother. He will be served this week. The judge approved the financial investigation. I placed it on your account for your use only, and the records show you weren’t the one spending it. I have put a stop to the account. Your uncle will be in a whole lot of hurt shortly, and his wife will be, too. Pity about Paul, he might have been the piggy in the middle of all of this, but they can use him as a scapegoat, as they started spending the money, while he was too young to buy cars and jewellery. We have him by the short and curlies. I am just sad that you never got to have any of it while growing up.” Demetri was more upset than I was.

“Glad you looked into it, when I asked. He has not been a very nice man. I won’t be upset over him being jailed, and have to sell all that jewellery and houses, and cars, he has been buying with your money.”

“Not my money, it was your money that he has been spending.” Demetri was quick to deny that it was his and that he was working on my behalf. Demetri didn’t complain that I was not calling him Dad. I still find it difficult to believe, and until it sinks in fully, I will most likely jump between the two.

“After you have freshened up and seen your room, we can enjoy reviewing your time with my mother in the dining hall while we eat. I am looking forward to seeing what my mother looked like when she was young; she aged fast, before she died, never really living a fulfilling life. Think my uncle drained the life out of her,

making mum feel ashamed for having me. He was never that kind to mother, but pretended to be kind to

me when mum was around.”

“I will go and change into something more comfortable, and we can talk later.” Demetri left following a young staff member to his room,

“What do you think, Gunner?” I asked, once Demetri was gone.

“He is everything the tabloids say, handsome, swarthy, but I feel he genuinely wants to get to know you, and share his life with you. I like that he has started proceedings against your uncle. You need that closure; until your uncle is behind bars, you will always be looking behind you, waiting for him to pop up out of nowhere. I suggest we have some bodyguards around you. When I have to work, I would prefer you never be alone, to face him if your uncle manages to come here again. He will be spitting mad. You need to heal, let go of the past, of what little you know from your mother, regarding your father. People change. maybe he grew a backbone, and really did come looking for your mother, and found her with your uncle and assumed that you were happy and your mother had moved on.”

“You believe he wants to be part of our lives? It will be different.” With Dad’s full job, as a billionaire, I guess he can do his work from anywhere, and spending time with me might be a luxury he had never dreamed

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