Chapter 13

Mia POV
 
With everything that has happened previously, I and my child had already been forced to move into the family main house, which I loved and hated at the at the same time.
 
"Hope you love here," Ethan smiled.
 
"Do you know I can arrest you for kidnapping?" I asked, looking around with anger and deep suspicion.
 
With a chuckle he exclaimed. "Kidnap of my wife.".
 
"Who's your wife?" 
 
You, of course.""As he tired of placing his hand on me, I removed it, holding my baby firmly.
 
"Don't take it because I followed you here, then I automatically become your wife.".
 
"We are married, or didn't you know?" He asked as I looked at him.
 
"What I know is, you raped me and gave me a child." 
 
"And it also made me to know a man," he interrupted my own words, which I raised my eyebrows up arrogantly.
 
 
Ethan smiled for a moment before he regained his composure and steeze, still gazing into my eyes. 
 
"Technically, we are married, Mia. Our families arranged "
 
I sniffed my nose, my grip on my baby tightening.
 
"That's not a real marriage, idiot."
 
. "Mia!" He said as soon as I let my baby walk himself
 
"The only point is, we're bound together, Mia. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you and our child safe."
 
I laughed with a little bit a bitter tune.
 
"Safe? You call this safe? You've kidnapped us, Ethan. You're holding us prisoner in this house, which myself and Alexander don't want to stay in." I exclaimed with anger.
 
Ethan's eyes narrowed with a reaction I couldn't explain.
 
"I'm protecting you, Mia." He exclaimed gently.
 
I shook my head, my heart racing. "You're not protecting us, Ethan. You're trapping us. And I won't let you get away with it." 
 
I turned to leave with my child in my arms, but Ethan's voice stopped me.
 
"Mia, please don't be foolish. You can't just leave. You don't have anywhere to go." Ethan gave emotions to his words.
 
I turned back around, my eyes blazing with looking at Ethan.
 
"I'd rather be on the streets than trapped in this gilded cage with you." 
 
"You're not thinking clearly, Mia. You're emotional. You need me how I totally need you."
 
I chuckled again, the sound echoing off the walls. "Need you? I don't need anyone, especially not you."
 
"I hate trusting people since I already almost cost me my life."
 
Ethan's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. 
 
"You're being unreasonable, Mia. I'm trying to help you."
 
I took a step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. 
 
"You're not helping me, Ethan. You're suffocating me. And I won't let you do it since you have done it once."
 
With that, I turned and walked away, leaving Ethan's smirking face behind. But I knew this was far from over.
 
As I stormed through the mansion, I could feel Ethan's eyes on me, watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
 
"Wait," as myself and my baby made our way through, Ethan's voice drew me back.
 
"What else do you want from me? Haven't you caused enough already to my life?" I asked arrogantly.
 
"Please, can you come see my dad before he dies?" He pleaded.
 
" Why? He was the one who planned to keep me into this?" Anger filled me immediately.
 
"His dying,  and he said without seeing you he would just give up the ghost." His eyes were filled with pity already.
 
I hissed, giving him a quick glance as he just pleaded. Soon I accepted.
 
I walked beside Ethan with my baby, holding him tight in myarms, with my heart heavy with emotion. I couldn't believe I was doing this, visiting the man who had ruined my life. But something in Ethan's eyes, a genuine spirit, had made me relent.
 
As we entered the room, I saw him, frail and weak, his eyes sunken, his skin pale. He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face.
 
"Ethan," his words were like a whisper to me.
 
"Yes, father." 
 
"Who came in with you?" He questioned his son 
 
"Mom, whose that?" My little baby asked.
 
"I don't know," I replied.
 
"Mia,," Ethan replied.
 
"Good day sir." 
 
 
"Mia, my dear, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
 
I felt a lump in my throat as he said the words, which immediately made my anger and resentment melting away. 
 
"I was wrong, so wrong, to force our marriage," he continued, his voice barely audible just like a whisper. "I see now that I was blinded by my own ambition, my own desires. But I want you to know, I love you, like a daughter. And I bless our child, our beautiful Alexander."
 
"How do you know my child name?" I asked the sick man.
 
"His my grandson, so I know about him," he smirked.
 
" Okay,"
 
"Please, Mia, I know how it hurts to be forced into something you don't want to do or have plans for, but please accept Ethan.".
 
"Please," Ethan added.
 
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I looked at him, remembering what I passes through all because of him. I just looked at him for the first time. I saw the old man, frail and weak, not the monster I had imagined.
 
"Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
 
And with that, I forgave him a little bit, plus I forgave Ethan; I forgave the past. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was willing to try, for the sake of my child, for the sake of my own heart.
 
As we left the room, Ethan's arm around me, I just ignored him, my heart heavy with emotion and with what I just saw.
 
"Can I ask you something?" Ethan whispered.
 
"Go on" 
 
"Let's start anew," he whispered, my eyes looking up at him.
 
"What do you mean by that?" I chuckled.
 
"Like start our own family," I laughed.
 
"Is anything funny with what I said?" he questioned.
 
"Don't just take because I acted with so much pity there that I would just accept you like that." I took away his arms from my neck.
 
With Ethan's eyes shone with hope, with love, as he frowned slightly, his eyes brushing against me and my son.