Kidnapped By My Father's Enemy's Hot Son... Did I Just Say Hot?!-Chapter Thirty-Two

Never in my life have I seen my father so mad. This was a side of him I never knew: Cruel, cold hearted and evil. The look on his face when he found out I was in love with Nathan will never erase.

But most of all the slap he gave. I still can't believe he laid a hand on me with such a force. Sure I wouldn't mind the yelling and the being disappointed, but I never dreamed of him laying a hand on me.

He took my cell phone away, and took off the internet on my computer; the house phone was gone too. I was completely isolated from the world.

For the next three or four days, I would receive food by the servants, who always had a pity look on their faces and I hated that look. How can my own flesh and blood make me a prisoner in my own home? It was inhumane.

But I'm still wondering about what caused the hatred towards the Fullerton's. My father never hated anyone in his life as much as John Fullerton.

On the fifth day my mother came in to see me.

"Everyone misses you." My mom said; I was sitting the bed with my mom on my side."You know your father means well." I remain quiet.

"Why?" I finally said my voice rough since I haven't spoken in days.

"Why what, mija?" My mom asked stroking my hair trying to comfort me.

"Why does my papa, hate the Fullerton's so much? What did he ever do?" I said look at my mother with curious eyes. She looks away, as if in shame of something. She stands and paces a little in front of me; I give her a confused look.

"Your father hates John because..." She trails off in her eyes I could see something, a secret.

"Why?!" I raised my voice a little.

"Because of me." She finally said she looked like the world was lifted off of her shoulders. I give an even more confused look. She catches it and continues. "Your father and I were in an arranged marriage."

"What?" It was my turn to stand up. I was so shocked."Arranged marriage? How?"

"My parents and his parents had it planned since we were born." She said.

"I thought you and papa got married out of love?" I asked. She shook her head.

"I fell in love with your father while we were married." It was truly shocking to me.

"You? What about dad?" I asked. “He loved you before you got married?”

"Yes, we’ve known each other since toddlers so we knew almost everything about each other.” She had a smile as if she was recalling old times.

"I don't get it, what does this have to do with John?" I asked.

"Well, I was young, I didn't want to be tied down, plus I was in love with someone else." She said turning away in shame. Then I made the connections.

"You and...John?" I asked slowly, my mom nods her head, her back still to me."That's why he said he knew you."

"He...talked about me?" She asked, like it was an impossible thing.

"Yeah...I cursed at him in Spanish and he told me you taught him what they meant." I said, my mom giggles; I guess she was remembering something funny.

"Yeah, it was all he ever learned." My mom said.

"So dad hates John because you were in love with him?" I asked.

"Yes, but...a few days before my wedding with your father, I began to feel the pressure and reality started to hit me. John and I would meet up secretly and..." Her cheeks turned red.

"You had intercourse." I finished, her mouth slightly dropped in shock. “What? Mom, I've had the sex talk remember?"

"I try not to." She joked.

"What happened then?" I asked getting interested in her romance.

"John and I ran away." She put it simply."We ran away to Italy."

"Aw." I said.

"But it was soon crashed by MY father. He moved heaven and earth to find John and I. The day after that, I got married to your dad. He loved me and back then I loved John. But with time I grew close to your dad and fell deeply in love." She finished.

"That's not an excuse to hate him; he knows you love him right?" I asked.

"Of course! But...but...dios mio, me vas a odiar por esto. (God you're hate me for this)" She said, now even more worried.

"What?”

"I was at a photo shoot in Manchester, England. You were in Mexico with your grandmother, and your father was too wrapped up in his mob business. John was there, I was there. We talked, we drank and one thing led to another..." My mom said looking me to finish what she meant.

"Oh...OH...ohhhhh." I said realizing with each 'oh' what she meant."You cheated on dad."

"Yes.” My mom said, now tears building up in her eyes.

"Mom..." I said in disappointment.

"I had no self control...plus your father and I were having problems." She said sniffing her stuffy nose. "You and Nathan should be together. When Nathan told your dad he loved you, I saw it in his eyes and I knew he meant it. He loves you Melinda." My mom squeezed my hand.

"I know. And I love him too mami. He makes me so complete. I can't explain it." I said. My mom smiles.

"That's true love, mi amor." she said. "I'll try to talk to your--"

She wasn't able to finish her sentence because the door swung open and my dad was at the door. Smiling and glowing.

"What?" I asked coldly.

"Mas respecto muchachita." He warned. (More respect little lady.)

I scoffed. He glares and I return the glare.

"I solved the Fullerton problem." He smirked. I knew this wasn't good.

"What? You're gonna let go of the past?" I asked. He scoffs, now you know where I get it from.

"No...You're gonna get married." My dad announced.