Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

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The smell of wine and Roast Beef hit me in the nose as soon as I walked into the dining room. I hated this place and the memories it evoked in me. The paintings of my ancestors lined the walls, as they all stared down at us, like they approved of the madness that was my sperm donor.

My brother sat with her back stiff at the table, my sister beside her with her head downcast as she chewed slowly on her steak. My father had another weird fetish. We all had to be dressed in white at the table, and not one stain was to be on it while eating.

The one time my sister, Anastasia, had accidentally gotten a dot of barbecue sauce on her dress, he’d gone ballistic. He’d forced her to stand against the wall while he threw shark knives at her. If she moved, he would slice her skin open.

She had been seven.

I remember the way she trembled and cried silently, the way my mother stared blankly at the floor, fighting tears, and the urge to plead with my mad man of a father. If she had spoken, he’d rape her again and again, in front of his friends.

At that age, I stepped forward, volunteering to take my sister’s place, and he’d beaten me to an inch of my life, making sure to break my legs.

Luckily, he hadn’t done something that would have rendered me a cripple.

“Oh, look, it’s my son and heir.” My father exclaimed at the sight of me, breaking the silence in the dining hall.

I stared into his eyes, the ones that mirrored my very own; something I hated. I wish I’d gotten my mother’s eyes like my sister had, and not his sick resemblance, which made me want to scream every time I looked into a mirror.

I bit my tongue from a retort, and walked towards the table, stopping just a few meters from it.

His hand slammed the table so hard the crystal rattled. My sister flinched slightly but my mother didn’t move–she hadn’t moved in years.

“Did I not say dinner begins at eight sharp?” He said with rage lining his voice, before turning to my sister. “Did I not say posture must be perfect?” She didn’t say anything, she just continued eating.

I understood. He had starved them again.

“You’re a sick bastard,” I whispered, but loud enough to hear it. At that, I could see my mother twitch slightly. I knew she was afraid, but before I could say

anything else, the backhand came.

I swung my face to the side, hissing internally at the pain. I’d learned not to eve show pain in front of him at an early age. It always excites him when his victim pleads, scrape, and scratch at his feet for mercy.

I’d silenced that when I was ten….he would never see that side of me again.

“You think you can tell me how to run my family?” He said, the sound of his cha might think you’re protecting them, that you’re their fucking savior, but I see it

scraping the floor as he stood abruptly. “I can do as I fucking want! You those eyes. You’ll one day become like me, you’ll carry the legacy on.”

He knew my fears, and he voiced them every time.

My mother’s lips trembled as she cried silently.

But before she could start begging, I flashed her a look not to. She was Arabellangswell. She should never beg a man as sick as Phillip.

I took his beatings, the thought of my mother and sister safer warming me, as my mind took me to a happy place.

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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.