The Shadow of the Past

Chapter 11 - The past

Tristan's POV

I looked at her, dumbfounded. I opened and closed my mouth without managing to say anything.

Did I hear right? Has my mother just asked me to break up with Mila?

"...What?" I mumbled, puzzled.

She sighed and repeated."I want you to break up with Mila."

I couldn't believe my ears. My mother always supported me and never intervened in my love life. But why now? And she told me she liked Mila. But what got into her?

"Why?" I mumbled. My voice was barely audible.

"Because she doesn't fit in with you." She replied with a stoic expression.

"What?!" I snapped as I stood up. I was furious. "But you liked her. You told me that she was a good girl. What changed?" I asked angrily and ran my hand through my hair.

"I don't want to see that girl beside you. End of discussion!" She ordered as she stood up. "If you respect and trust me, you will break up with that girl." She stated nonchalantly and left without letting me say anything.

"Mom!" I shouted, but she didn't stop.

"Damn it!" I snarled as I gripped my hair angrily and kicked the chair.

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I was leaning my elbows on my thighs while staring through the large windows in my penthouse, lost in my thoughts. Two days had passed since my conversation with my mother. I couldn't still understand why my mother was against our relationship. And she didn't tell me anything when I asked her the reason. She had been calling me, but I didn't pick up her calls.

I knew my mother well. She was so caring, kind, understanding and compassionate. She would never ask me to do this kind of thing without any reason. But what happened? Why does she want me to break up with Mila? On the other hand, I trusted Mila. There couldn't be any reason for my mother to see Mila unsuitable for me.

I frowned, holding my head between my hands as I closed my eyes. I was going to be crazy if I kept on thinking about it.

"Tristan? Are you okay, honey?" Mila asked, interrupting my thoughts as she placed her hand on my shoulder.

I lifted my head and looked at her. "...Umm...yes....Don't worry." I gave her a slight smile and held her hand, pulling her into my lap.

She gave me a dazzling smile and wrapped her arms around my neck. I buried my head into the hollow of her neck and placed a soft kiss on her neck, breathing in her scent. She was the only one who made me forget about my problem for a few hours.

"What is bothering you, Tristan? I know something is wrong. Tell me." Mila asked softly, stroking my hair.

I sighed as I pulled away slightly and looked at her concerned eyes, stroking her cheek gently."Nothing serious. I just had a fight with my mother." I replied.

"Why?" She asked, puzzled.

"It isn't important." I mumbled and hugged her tightly in my arms.

I pulled back and stroked her hair gently. She gave me a warm smile.

"But when you want to talk about it, I will listen to you." She said softly and stroked my cheek affectionately.

"Ok, baby." I gave her a slight smile and stood up, my arm still wrapped around her waist protectively.

In a flash, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom, kissing her inviting soft red lips.

I was running my hand up and down her arm, staring at the ceiling while Mila was sleeping on my chest peacefully.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it and looked at the screen. I frowned as I saw a message from my mother.

'I am waiting for you at home. We need to talk. And don't dare to avoid me again. If you don't come, I will come to your penthouse.'

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, annoyed. I placed my phone on the bedside table and looked at my beautiful woman sleeping in my arms. I placed a soft kiss on her hair as I tightened my grip around her.

After dropping Mila off her house, I went to the mansion. I wanted to talk to my mother as well. She had to tell me why she had changed her mind. I needed to find out. Otherwise, I was going crazy. On the other hand, if she didn't approve of my relationship with Mila or not, I would never break up with her. I loved her so much. She was the only woman who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I breathed deeply and got out of the car. I walked towards the mansion. The housekeeper opened the door and greeted me with a polite smile. She informed me that my mother was waiting for me in the study room. I thanked her and went towards the study room.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, my mother snapped, frustrated."You were with that girl, were not you? Why didn't you listen to me? I told you to break up with her."

"Why? Why do you want me to break up with her?" I asked in frustration as I ran my hand through my hair angrily.

She breathed deeply and replied. "Because she is your sister."

I looked at her in shock, my mouth agape. I gripped the headrest of the chair as I felt dizzy. I couldn't breathe properly.

Did I hear right? No, it is impossible. No!

"What?" I mumble. My voice was barely audible. "Is it a joke?" I whispered, stunned.

"Yes, she is your sister. Umm....Daniel and I...were together at university. Then he disappeared without telling me anything. I was pregnant with you. I was planning to tell him. I thought he would be on cloud nine, because we wanted to get married and start a family as soon as we graduated from university. But..." She shrugged her shoulders, sighing sadly. "I felt depressed, heartbroken. I loved him so much. But fortunately, Greg supported me in my difficult times." She added, giving me a slight smile."And you, my boy, you gave me strength to bear that pain." She looked at me, affectionately.

With her every word, my world collapsed again and again. It was like a nightmare. My heart tightened. It couldn't be true.

No! Mila can not be my sister. No! She can not!

"Because of that, I asked you to break up with her. And fortunately, she wants to wait till marriage. So you didn't....do it." She added, sighing. I looked at her without saying anything.

Yeah, fortunately. Fuck!

I felt disgusted as I remembered my passionate nights with Mila in the countryside house, in the penthouse and in the hotel. Oh my goodness! I...had sex with my...sister. I pursed my lips together, breathing slowly as I felt nauseated.