Chapter 10 -- Dix.

After being introduced to almost everyone in the room personally, Della felt tired but happy. Her father wasn't embarrassed of her in anyway, infact he wanted to show her off to everyone he knew.

"If it isn't the Levetté family." Adela's father said nonchalantly. Della immediately felt a shiver run down her spine. She didn't want any trouble hopefully they would all act civil.

"Garreth." Ben Levetté gave him a nod. Della turned around and the first thing she met was his blue alluring eyes. She quickly looked away.

"Long time no see, Garreth." Jeanine said in a monotonous tone. Della could feel his eyes all over her even though she wasn't looking at him. She felt self conscious. Her father had his hand laid gently on his daughters back as he tried not to show his anger.

"Yes yes, I must say I'm quite embarrassed by what my daughter did." Garreth said and Della knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Adela won't you greet your old family dear?" He said his British accent going unnoticed.

"Uhm Evening." She said before looking anywhere else.

"You look very beautiful, I must admit." Jeanine said in a low tone.

"Dells you look popping." Luc said giving her a wink and she gave him a brief smile. She didn't want to look at Andre in fact she didn't want him to even say anything to her.

"Hi Adela." Andre said trying to look into her eyes but she quickly nodded and looked away.

"As I was saying, I'm very embarrassed by what my daughter did..." Garreth said faking hurt. "She cheated on your son and stole so much money from your family, goodness Adela. How could you ?" Garreth added. Della felt very uncomfortable.

"Oh no its fine really.." Jeanine faked a smile while her husband almost choked on his beverage. Andre and Luc felt a pang of guilt.

"That is why she is going to apologise and I'm willing to pay you back the money that she stole and the money you wasted on a wedding that never availed to anything but you can't bring back her innocence can you? Andre." Garreth smirked at his ex-son in law who seemed a bit taken aback. Della felt worse and this little encounter they were having was starting to turn heads.

"If I pay back all the money she stole, will it be possible for you to bring back her innocence." Garreth repeated with a hint of coldness in his voice. Della had mentioned a few years back how she kept to herself so that she could give herself only to her husband. It made Garreth angry that she gave him, her all and it still wasn't enough so he wanted to give him a solemn reminder.

"No, i can't." Andre replied as he clinched his jaw.

"Father, i think-" Della was cut off by her father.

"So tell me, exactly how much did she take ?" He asked on a serious note then clicked his fingers. "Fabio bring my cheque book."

"Very well sir." Fabio turned on his heel.

"How much did she steal that's all I'm asking ? I want us to mend our relations and I can only start by fixing my daughters wrongs." He faked feeling guilty.

"I think we can resolve this in private." Jeanine said in a whispered voice because it seemed now everyone in the room was listening.

"When you threw my daughter out like a dog, that was private right because I certainly remember reading about it in the paper. When your son brought his new mistresses in the house while my daughter was there, that wasn't private was it?" Garreth spat, anger was the only emotion he felt. He never wanted anyone to cross those whom he loved.

"Garreth calm down." Ben said lowly.

"Calm down, calm down!! You mistreated my daughter and expect me to calm down. Your son took my daughter's innocence, he made her fucking pregnant and you all helped kick her out like a dog. NOW I SHOULD CALM DOWN." Garreth chuckled lightly.

"No, they were nice to me and-" Della tried to protest but was cut off.

"Adela, you don't deserve this and I'm sorry for putting you through this but I have to say this. No one ever stands up for you well that has changed I'm here now. I'm your father and I don't ever want anyone to hurt you never." Garreth whispered to his daughter but everyone else could hear it.

"Sir there is the cheque book." Fabio returned with a pen in hand and a cheque book. Thankfully the press wasn't allowed inside as this was a private gala.

"So how much was it Jeanine?" Garreth spat her name with bitterness.

"Grandpa is Mister Andre my dad?" Leondre asked taking all the attention away from their argument. Garreth didn't want to say the wrong thing so he looked at his daughter for help and she nodded.

"Uhm honey come here, let's go upstairs." She said calmly and the little boy still confused nodded. He understood that if his mother was pregnant it meant that there was a baby. All the boys in his class talked about how their mommies were pregnant and had big bellies. He watched a movie once when his mom was asleep, it showed his all the cringey stuff on how adults made babies and got pregnant.

"I will come with you." Andre said out of the blue. They walked towards the washrooms, Della lifted her son up and placed him on the counter. He looked so cute in his tuxedo but still that wasn't the point. Andre followed right behind them.

"Uhm honey, what were you saying before?" Della asked the little boy who only blinked feeling confused.

"Is Mister Andre my dad?" He asked once again. Andre cleared his throat, letting Della know that he was present in the room.

"What made you think that honey?" Della asked.

"Grandpa said Mister Andre made you pregnant, mommy." Leo whispered feeling shy because sex was something he would giggle about and hide his face.

"Do you want Mister Andre to be your daddy ?" Della asked caressing her son's cheeks and he nodded. Andre felt his heart tug, watching his son talk to his mother. He had missed out on alot and he didn't understand why but seeing the mother of his son and the three of them in one room made him happy. Without any disturbance just them, the three of them. He knew not alot of people wanted to see them happy.

"Mister Andre took me out for ice cream." Leo added and Della immediately stood up straight she glared at Andre, who was still caught of daze checking her out and her boobs weren't helping because they were only waking up his member down there. He needed to focus.

"Just one time." He lied. "Maybe a couple of times"

Della turned back to her son.

"So is he my dad?" Leo asked again and Della felt that she didn't want to be like her mother, hiding her father away from her son.

"Yes honey, Mister Andre is your dad." She said feeling a bit hesitant.

"You kicked my mom out?" He asked Andre who seemed taken aback by the six year olds questions. Garreth McCarthy was to blame but most of all he blamed himself for even doing it in the first place.

"Uhm honey your daddy loves you okay and he wants to spend time with you. He will even come to your soccer games, don't you want that?" She soothed him.

"I do mommy but if Mister Andre makes you sad then I don't want him to be my daddy." Leo said softly. He loved his mother so much.

"No no no, don't worry about me okay. I will be okay." She didn`t realize tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Then why are you crying ?" The little boy asked.

"Something got in my eye, i guess." She said quickly wiping away the tears. she could feel Andre's presence behind her.

"I don't ever want to hurt your mommy or make her sad. I promise bud." Andre said to his son who looked at him expectedly. Suddenly the door bust open and Mila came in.

"Uhm sorry, I was just checking. Call me if you need me." She said quickly leaving the room the same way she came.

"Can I call you dad like other kids at my school ? it would seem weird if I called you Mister Andre." Leo asked and Andre had never felt so happy in his entire life except for when he saw Della walk down the aisle. No one could have ever imagined that this was how their night would end.

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Chapter 11 -- Onze.

"That man made us look like fools." Jeanine sighed during breakfast.

"Well, we all know who is to blame for that." Andre said bitterly.

"What do you mean by that? this is all your fault for having resorted to kicking her out like that." Jeanine said oblivious to the fact that everyone around the table knew what she had done.

"Mom how long are are you going to keep this up?" Andre asked on a serious note. It seemed Luc and Andre's father, all they ever did whenever something happened was watch, stare and not interfere. Andre was getting annoyed by their choice of stance.

"What are you trying to say ?" Jeanine sipped on her orange juice and stared at her son.

"Would it hurt for you to admit that you were wrong and you purposely destroyed my marriage. You are the reason why I missed six years of my son's life. You are the reason why things turned out the way they did and I don't know what's worse? the fact that you pretend like you don't know anything or rather the fact that you begged Della not to say anything about our son and better yet even tried to pay her off." He clenched his jaw clearly frustrated. "I don't even know you anymore mother. I don't think I ever did.." Andre said wiping his lips with the napkin and excusing himself. His parents had invited him to have breakfast in the family house otherwise he would rather be else where. He thought just maybe his mother wanted to apologise but boy was he wrong!

"Did you see what your son just did? he walked out on me. Always been stubborn." Jeanine whined. Benjamin Levetté cleared his throat and was ready to leave as well.

"Just cut the crap, Jeanine. This—all this—is all your fault." Ben said looking disinterested.

"Luc-" Jeanine turned to her youngest son.

"Mom, what you did wasn't cool. Totally not cool mom." Luc said lastly throwing the napkin on the uncleared table. He wanted to laugh on the low but tried to act serious for once in his life.

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Della couldn't sleep a wink after the events that had happened the night before. She decided to call her mother after six months of silence between them. She just hoped maybe her mother would be willing to change and actually amend things between them.

"Hey what's up?" Someone answered the phone. Della smiled knowing it was her thirteen year old brother.

"Hi, can I speak to Marcela ?" Della replied.

"And whom am I speaking to?" He questioned.

"Just an friend, Adela." She rep(lied) knowing her mother would probably hate her more than she already does if she ever revealed anything about being related to Marcela.

"MOM, THERE IS ADELA ON THE PHONE FOR YOU." Della listened carefully as Lyle yelled for his mom to pick up the phone.

"What do you want ?" Marcela hissed on the phone after some few minutes.

"Just checking on you." Adela said in a sad tone, she wasn't surprised that the atmosphere between them had not changed.

"If it's money, you know I won't give you even if I had it." Marcela said in a nonchalant tone. Her husband was a well know lawyer.

"You know i have never asked for anything from you especially not money." Adela whispered feeling a tad bit hurt. Marcela rolled her eyes and wondered why she was calling.

"So?" She retaliated.

"I found my father, Garreth McCarthy and he wants to be in my life." Adela said softly.

"He is still alive ?" Marcela asked a hint of hurt in her tone.

"Yes and he is very successful, certainly done well for himself." Adela said proudly.

"Mhm." was all Marcela could mutter.

"Did he-" before Marcela could continue Della interrupted.

"Yes, he told me everything." She nodded forgetting that she was alone in her room and her mother couldn't see her.

"Good." Marcela said. Adela was surprised because her mother had never been one to be short of words.

"If that's all, I will be hanging up."

"No, wait. Won't you even ask how your grandson is doing?" Della pestered.

"Do I look like I care about your bastard child. I'm too young to even have a six year old grandson." Marcela spat. This was when Adela felt anger boil inside her, she didn't even know why she kept on trying to see the good in her mother no matter what she did.

"Don't worry, I won't ever bother you again. You will never hear from me again and can I just say, I didn't ask to be born. You need to own up to your mistakes like Garreth did and stop making me feel bad for even existing. You had a choice, to have sex. You had a choice to use protection or not. You had a choice to abort me, send me for adoption or keep me. You had all these choices and you decided only you Marcela no one else decided for you. I want you to know that I have always loved you no matter how badly you treated me. I wish you well with your life, this is the last time you will hear from me. Good bye Marcela." Adela immediately hanged up the phone. She scrolled through her contacts and deleted the one contact saved as Marcela. She laid back on the bed looking at the ceiling thinking abut how much her life had drastically changed.

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