The Arranged Marriage by Christina Sophie - HTML preview

Isabella

Today after school my father came to visit me.

“Hello my baby” my father said picking me up and cuddling me.

“Hello daddy” l said hugging him back.

“Isabella I’ve got something serious to tell you” he said putting me down. “And l

don’t know if this is the right time to tell you but” l cut him off.

“Tell me, tell me” l said with all the excitement of a four year old.

“It isn’t that exciting really” he told me bending down to look into my eyes.

“What is this about?” l asked.

“Your mother” he said and stood up. He grabbed me and sat himself on a chair

and sat me on his lap. “You know who your real mother is? He asked.

“Dalia” l said excitedly.

“No, the queen” he said to me.

“Oh” l said, l had heard the words describing my mother slut, whore and all that.

“Hmm” a million questions buzzed my mind. “But isn’t Adriela married to our king

Eric and that would mean that you’re not my real daddy but Eric is” l said.

“L am your father” he reminded. “But l just have to be sure” he said and took a

knife out of his pocket and cut my hand, l felt no pain, l was an immortal after all.

My blood was a deep bluish colour. “Looks like l am your father” he said and

magically healed my wound. L am your father, those words were a relief, l was

glad that daddy was my daddy and not king Eric.