Sabotaging My Walkout Queen novel Chapter 32

Athena’s P.O.V.

It suddenly stopped me from bursting a laugh. All of a sudden, it felt like my heart skipped a beat, and my stomach twirled around. I didn’t know what was happening to me… but it only happened the first time in history. With him.

Did he really say that I’m almost perfect? No, he was only making fun of me! Or maybe, I have to clean my ears because I started to hear things I didn’t suppose to hear.

With the attempt to bark at him, I ended up looking at him intently until we stuck up having unbreakable eye contact. So here he goes again, he was making me blush again as I could feel my abrupt heated cheeks at the moment.

I also had crushes back in my elementary school and the previous high schools I had attended. I even talked to some of them in terms of academic matters, and I must admit that they were even more handsome than Cristoff, but it was only him who could make me feel this way, to think that I didn’t even have a crush on him. He was making me happy, yes… but I hated him. We looked like a dog and cat every time we were together.

We were still not breaking our eye contact, and I didn’t know what to do anymore when my cellular phone suddenly rang. It instantly made me look away as if taken aback over a trance.

Oops, saved by the bell. Thank, God!

By removing the phone in my shorts’ pocket, I saw that Daddy was calling based on the screen. “Hello, Dad?” I immediately answered it because my father was not fond of waiting.

“Helena, so how’s my unica hija? Are you getting well, my princess?” He greeted me.

As much as I wanted to be happy, I couldn’t. Those words were meant just for Helena, not for me. The realization hit me, and that fucking hurts. I was suddenly devastated by the mere fact that he was only treating me as Helena when I was clearly not his favorite daughter. Already hurt by the truth, I had also been suffocated by pretensions and being killed by lies.

When will I be able to live as Athena again? When will I be able to continue my own life?

“I—I’m fine, Dad. I’m getting well real fast however, I’m still having a rough voice,” I replied trying to ignore my intensified feelings.

“I’ll be going home late, okay? I needed to close a big deal. By the way, is your classmate still there?” he asked.

But if I am the real Helena, Daddy would probably go home right away. Helena was more important than anything. In the first place, Daddy might not have reported to his office this morning knowing that Helena was sick.