Damiens Bride

Elena's POV

Family.

What is family?

Is only having mom and dad called a family?

Then no. A big no. Because I know what family is! I myself know what the real meaning of family is.

I have mom, dad, yeah, also a sister but still, I don't have any family. I am lonely.

My dad divorced my mom because of money. I still remember my mom's pleading. She pled to my dad not to divorce her.

My dad laughed evilly in return.

I still remember, my mom begging him to take me with her.

But my dad kicked her out of the house in return. He locked me in the storeroom. No, no don't think that my dad kept me because of love.

He kept me with him as a punishment for my mom. He never treated me as his daughter. He always feels ashamed to call me as his daughter.

He treats me like trash. A dirty trash. I am a full-time servant of his family or I should say my so-called family. My stepmom wanted to send me to an orphanage but dad never let it happen.

No, don't think he refused because of love. He only refused because he didn't want to miss a full-time free servant.

I have never heard about my mom since then. I have waited for her. I used to think one day she will come and take me with her. But she never came back. I don't know if she will ever come back or not but I am still waiting for her.

"Won't you come back, mom?" I whispered looking at the photograph of my mom.

"Mam, a lady wants to talk to you" Nadia, my worker told me.

Hearing the sudden voice, I got startled. I wiped my tears quickly and turned towards her.

"Send her in my cabin Nadia," I said and she nodded her head then left.

Soon, an old woman entered my room. I stand up from my chair and spoke up politely, "Good evening mam. How can I help you?"

"Good evening dear. Actually, next week is my grandson's birthday. I want a special cake" She told me.

"Sure mam. You just select the design. My people will make your make mam" I told her.

"No dear. I want you to make the cake. I want your handmade baking cake." The woman told her.

"Okay, mam. I will do that. When will you need it, mam?" I asked her.

"Next Friday dear," The woman told her.

"Okay, mam. Please give me your address. I will deliver the cake next Friday in the morning" I told her.

"Sure. Here dear" The woman gave me a card.

"Thank you mam," I said and she smiled and then I left my cabin.

I looked at the card and read her name "Stella Knight".

I put the card in a safe place and came outside.

The shop belonged to my mom. After she left, the shop was closed. When I completed my graduation, my father told me to join his company but I refused. I requested him that I want to reopen the shop.

And thankfully he agreed. Since then, I have been running the shop. I have four workers in my shop.

I came outside and sat down on a bench just then my phone started ringing.

I looked at the phone and sighed.