Cheers To My Beautiful

Chapter 47: Don't hate me

Brianna's standpoint

All my life my grandmother and pastor have always taught me to love everyone as much as I love myself. To me, that wasn't logically possible so I channeled all my love to Mordecai because he deserved it. Morddy treated me well and took care of me even if I was his half-sister. He stood up for me whenever Father turned his hate to me, even taking all my beating and punishment. Mordecai was so protective that he would make sure I ate before he ate, sleep before he slept, and buy whatever I wanted before he did.

Even though he didn't need to, he accompanied me to school every day, helped me with my homework, and even went as far as yelling at a teacher who once made me cry by beheading my doll. My father didn't want to see me, he loathed me for no reason but Mordecai made sure I stayed in the house most days and paid the consequences.

How could I not love him? The one person that made me feel like I have a reason to live. All my mother did was preach to me to serve Mordecai till I breathed my last while my grandmother tried to turn me into a nun. Mordecai was the only one who showed me love because my mother didn't love me.

It all made sense now. Now I knew why my father hated me with the most intense passion. If Landon didn't mess up, he wouldn't have let me become the Co CEO. I also now understood why he hated my mother and didn't want to see her. I thought it was because of Landon. Mordecai blamed my mother and me for what happened, for something I didn't even do.

I slammed the door to Mother's bedroom shut, causing her to jump off from the egg chair—she was sitting on—with a scream. She placed her hand on her chest with a sigh of relief when she saw that it was just me and said, "Jesus, Brianna, you startled me! Can you not slam the door like that every time you walk into my bedroom? It's not nice—"

"Mistress, is that how low you are?" I cut her off, sneering at the woman I called mother with a fresh growing disdain. She furrowed her brows in confusion. "After everything she did for you, after everything she did for your family," I growled. I knew all about her history, and all Mordecai's mother did for her.

"You and your family had nowhere to go, you were all homeless and roaming the streets in poverty, but Ingrid saw you dying in the street after you were beaten up. She took you to the hospital and made her parents treat your wounds and every other infection and disease. Then when you woke up, she took pity on your story and—again—made her parents take your entire family in, even if the only way was to become workers. She gave you all life and made sure her parents trained you and your siblings to school at risk of her own. You were her best friend and like a sister to her. She never did anything once to make you feel uncomfortable, never according to what I know."

"When she graduated from college and finally had access to her money, the first thing she did was buy your mother a house of her own, gave her cars, and opened a business for her which is this very house and the small business you own today. All she ever asked of you was to help her care for her child, she even paid you while you still had a great job which—again—she found for you. And how did you repay her, mother? You got into an affair with her husband, the same man she was disowned for. You were sleeping with her husband behind her back and pretending to be a saint when you are nothing but a two-timing bloody gold digger—"

"Brianna—"

"Don't you dare interrupt me or I'll strangle you with my bare hands!" I thundered furiously. "How could you, mother?! What is it you wanted that she didn't give you or wouldn't have given you?! What is that thing that you think her husband could do?! If you wanted sex that badly, why not look for it somewhere else?!"