Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

AMARA’S POINT OF VIEW.

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“Amara.” My mother gasps in shock, her face contorting in horror; the complete opposite of the blissful one that she had earlier, much to my horror.

Someone please tell me there’s bleach for the mind, so I can scrub this from my memory box immediately. Scratch that, what I need is something I can take

to wipe my memory.

Someone please!

“Amara, turn around.” My dad gasps, and frankly, he didn’t have to tell me, because I turned around the second my mother confirmed my horror.

My mom and dad were in bed…together….doing the thing Ace and I do very ofter “My parents were doing the thing Ace and I do. Which-fine, karma, I deserved that. But somewhere under the horror and the desperate need to bleach my eyeballs, there was this… spark. Like maybe the universe was finally setting something right, just in the most traumatising way possible.”

What the fuck?!

“Please, someone explain what the hell I just saw?” I said, my hands rubbing at my eyes like the frantic motion could help erase what I just saw.

All I could hear was the frantic rush of both of them putting on their clothes. The atmosphere in the house was awkward to say the least. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I wanted some superhero to walk in here right now and tell me I was in some other world….anything as long as I could erase the past five minutes of my life.

“We’re decent now.” My mother said, her voice low, almost like she was shy. I turned around slowly, my mind not believing that they were covered up, but

they really were.

I released a sigh of relief and folded my arms. My stance was defensive as I stared at them with an expectant expression. “Well, I need answers,” I said when all they did was stare at me. My mother looked uncomfortable, while my dad had a small smile of victory on his face.

It was like he didn’t care about the fact that I walked in on them, because he would have done it over and over again as long as he had my mother again.

“Amara….I….we…..” She trailed off and stopped, her eyes darting everywhere except my eyes. I could tell she wanted to avoid this conversation. The way she held onto the sleeves of her robe, pinching it like she needed it to ground her, was not lost on me.

I averted my gaze to my dad and gave him the same expectant expression from before. “Well, you talk then.”

He stared at me for a moment before turning to face my mother. All of a suddent was like I was no longer in the room, because all he did was stare at her. She avoided his gaze, too and fondled even faster with the sleeves of her clothes Her cheeks burned bright red with a furious blush as she looked

everywhere but at him.

“Mia Cara.” He started, and I stifled the urge to cringe.

What?….they’re my parents. Of course, seeing them like this is weird.

“Dante….” My mother said, calling him the name I’d seen her refer to him as iner letters. “We shouldn’t have done this.” She whispered, but I could see

the sheen of tears in her eyes.

My heart broke at the sight of my parents…two lovers who were forced apart because one witch in that mansion thought she was the better choice, and just could not let love win. I knew my mother still loved him, and that my father felt the same way.

They tried to hide it from the rest of the world, but I could see two bleeding hearts longing to be reunited once again. I stumbled upon a room in the shed

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Chapter 178

out back in the mansion. I don’t even think I can call it a shed. That place looked too luxurious yet simple to be called a shed.

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And inside it, there were different paintings of my mother. I knew the moment aw the large pieces covered by a white cloth that they were something important. And my nosy self couldn’t resist the urge to check it out.

When I pulled the cloth apart, the sight of my mother in different paintings, with different bouquets in her hands, greeted me. I had gasped sharply at the sight, wondering who would do such a thing.

But it was painfully obvious. I could not paint humans; my stepmother would rather cut off her own arm than paint my mother, her son was an absolute

animal… so that left my father.

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