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DON’T HAVE
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《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON ONE
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Two
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A mouthwatering buffet covered the glass dining table. The hunger-inducing smell of the food produced lured everyone in the luxurious mansion to assigned their seats. Though it took an arduous effort, the adults managed to settle the youngsters in their seats before also taking theirs. Now that the Hamilton family was comfortably seated, they awaited the unknown guest’s arrival.
Except, thick tension lurked amongst the people. Glares and shady looks were carelessly being thrown around.
“I’m here!” Meira arrived late. “Good morning…” she quickly realized there was nothing good about the morning. Judgemental eyes scanned her like machines from head to toe instantly.
Meira shrank under the scrutinizing gazes. She had come down wearing a simple white dress with rose designs on it, three-inch red heels, and a dazzling pearl necklace around her neck. Her fluffy hair was tied neatly in a slick low ponytail.
“Is she not a Christian?” Aunt Matilda inquired, earning her several glances. “That dress is way too short for someone serving the lord.”
The dress in particular was knee-length. Meira had gotten the dress as a gift the previous year and thought it was the perfect occasion to wear it. She hadn’t thought the length was much of a problem, but everyone else did.
“The same way you’re married but sleep around with the jobless himbos at the Sapphire Rose bar,” Aunt Karen smiled kindly at the maid who shared her meal. “Darling, your dress is absolutely beautiful don’t mind this woman. She’s bitter because she lacks curves.”
“Karen! How dare you?” Matilda slammed her fists on the table angrily. “You want to talk about bodies when you’re nothing but a broomstick?”
Gasps rang out.
“It’s better to be a broomstick than a whale.”
“Emotional damage,” Justin covered his mouth in shock.
And so…began the arguments.
Theodore, however, had had enough. He banged his fist on the table causing everyone to flinch and cease throwing insults. He rose from his seat, coldness emitting from him. He smoothed his custom-made Armani suit out with his hand then spoke, “I am sick and tired of this nonsense. Why can’t you all get along? These petty fights are becoming unbearably infuriating!”
“Preach, pastor, preach!” Syahla raised a glass of orange juice, agreeing with her husband.
“My son had been framed for r*** at the age of fourteen. Many community folks testified against my son and solid proof was provided, plus the DNA test. He was whisked away to prison. Now, five years later, it has been proven that my son was innocent. No one believed him. I and the towns folk treated my son like trash for something he didn’t even do, I remember vaguely the people throwing rotten eggs and tomatoes at him as the police took him away. I never even hired a lawyer to help my son. My son’s image had been permanently ruined because of one scrawny brat,” Mr. Hamilton paused to blink away the tears pooling in his eyes, “My son lost five years of his life. He never got to graduate high school. If what happened didn’t, he would’ve been in college by now, or working at my company. I admit I was never a good father to him. Words cannot express the regret I feel.
“My son, Ryat De Leone Hamilton, is now back in Arkville. He is here, in this house, in his room. I am his father, you are all his relatives. Everyone in this room knows what happened five years ago. I called a family meeting to discuss this, and all you miserable people do is argue about frivolous things. Why must you make everything about yourselves? Listen to me, and hear me clearly, all of you!” his raised voice made everyone flinch again, and the seated children hid under the table. “From now on, you will respect me, my wife, my son, and this household. You will also respect my stepdaughter. I can no longer put up with this b*llSh|t. You all do not have the decency to respect each other even in front of the younger generation, that is none of my business, but here? You will have manners and respect and you will act like adults. Anyone who has a problem with anything that I’ve said,” he pointed at the door, “Get the hell out.”
If a pin fell it could be heard from across the street. No one dared to even look into the man’s eyes. He seethed with unconcealed anger as he looked at everyone seated before him in his mansion–technically his wive’s, but she has been deceased for three years now. Theodore believes Ryat deserves some respect, he’s been through a lot. The least they can do is pretend to like each other to make him comfortable.
Instead of a normal father-son relationship between Theodore and Ryat, a bond between them had never been formed and they thrived on toxicity. Though it may be too late, Theodore Gray Hamilton wanted to work things out with his only child. He will not allow his siblings and relatives to ruin this day.
Seeing no one making their way to the exit the man cleared his throat and sat back down. “Nora, please go get my son. The dinner cannot continue without him.”
Nora Winthrop, the head of the maids’ department and used-to-be nanny of Ryat, bowed respectfully. “Yes Mr. Hamilton, immediately!” off she went.
Meira who had been standing for all this time breathed a sigh of relief before taking a seat near her mother. No one even looked at her as she walked around the table, her chair scraping against the floor as she sat down. The sudden vibrations from her phone caught her attention, she checked it and saw that Christopher was calling. Meira, who used to break out in smiles seeing his caller ID pop up felt overwhelming irritation. In the end, she blocked and deleted him from her phone.
She waited in nerve-wracking silence until the door pushed open. Nora walked in first and bowed, a smile tugging at her lips.
Meira’s heart lurched, she was at the edge of her seat. It was finally happening!
Theodore cleared his throat and once again got up from his seat. He nodded his head at Nora, she looked behind her out the open door and then turned back around. Her smile had widened. Then, in came the star of the show; Ryat.
The temperature in the dining room instantaneously fell, the room had become bone-chillingly cold all of a sudden.
Standing in the doorframe, exuding an icy aura that kept people away from him, was the only son of Theodore Hamilton and Guiliana De Leone.
“Ryat, my son. It’s good to have you back,” Theo proudly looked at him. “Come, take a seat.”
Striking slate-grey eyes went to the man and painfully slowly went up and down his sturdy frame. His gaze was hypnotizing, but his eyes were cold. Without uttering a word he walked around the table, opposite Meira, and dragged a chair from beneath the table. He sat down and leaned back, eyes now locked on the chocolate mousse cake across from him.
“If you’re hungry, or just feeling peckish, you can have the cake, son. I know it’s been your favorite since childhood, it may not be as great as Lia used to make it but Nora tried her best,” Theo again sat down, a smile on his face.
“I h@të chocolate.”
Ryat’s emotionless response had everyone’s heads whipping around to stare at him. “I h@të anything that includes chocolate. If you weren’t such an absent father you’d know that.”
“Ryat, please be a little more respect–”
“If you say one more word to me,” Ryat tightly closed his eyes, and when they reopened he pointed a venomous glare toward Aunt Matilda. A nerve twitched in his clenched jaws, he balled his fist so tight blood ran from his palms down his wrists.
She swallowed her words, a sudden wave of fear washing her.
“Oh, I could’ve sworn you loved chocolate. It was an honest mistake. The most important thing is you are now home, and safe. Ryat, you were greatly missed in this household. It’s good that you’re back.”
Meira’s eyes bounced between the father and son. There was no response from Ryat. Just the previous night she was devastated knowing the love of her life had been nothing but a trifling c**t all along but seeing her stepbrother, her heart forgot about the pain. Ryat was breathtakingly handsome. He captivated her in every way. No adjective could properly describe the almost twenty-year-old’s looks. Her heart skipped beats the more she stared at him.
“Ryat,” Vicky started, “Why are you so quiet? And… You’ve hardly touched your food. What’s wrong?”
No answer.
The meal carried on with no more disturbances in awkward silence.
In the end, bottles of expensive champagne and wine were brought out.
Theodore stood up and clanked a spoon on the edge of the wine glass. “Attention everybody. Yesterday, my son had been released from prison. Years ago he was framed for a crime he didn’t commit, but now that he’s back, we’ll try to move on from the past. Together we will make Ryat feel at home by showing him all the love and support that is necessary. Now, we do a toast, in his honor,” they did toasts. Theodore wanted to do one with his son, but the cold air around him repelled him from even going over–and he was sitting next to him. “Another thing I would like to do is introduce Ryat to my beautiful stepdaughter, Meira. From now on you, two will be living under the same roof as step-siblings. I hope you two can get along.”
Meira’s cheeks reddened. “Hi Ryat!” she waved happily at him, “I hope we can be friends. It’s nice to meet you.”
Again, no response.
Ryat’s raven-black greasy hair was coiffed at the top, tattoos prominent around his faded head sides. His face was a neat collection of strong lines framed by perfectly identical brows, his skin marred by a few tiny scars. Meira shivered at the sight of his hooded iridescent eyes; meaning they changed color depending on the angle you view them. When he walked in they were a cool, striking slate, now they were a murky charcoal.
Under his left eye, she spotted an upside-down cross tattoo, he also had a nose that was slightly askew from being broken at least once. Lastly, he had tender-looking pink lips. Looking at him, with tattoos on his neck straight to his hands, Ryat was terrifying. He could intimidate people by breathing, and he always looked like he wanted to behead someone with a fork.
His nonchalance hurt her feelings, she was excited to meet him, but he didn’t even acknowledge her presence.
“Ryat, your stepsister is talking to you,” Karen bravely spoke to him, earning her a look that made the youngsters back away out of sheer terror.
“Son, what is wrong with you?” Theo turned to Ryat and inquired, “Did you not rest enough? What is with…with all this bad attitude?”
“Let’s get this straight,” having had enough of their cr*p, he finally rose from his seat. He cracked each of his knuckles, leaned over the table, and faced Theodore. “I have no siblings, they d**d during childbirth. You broke my arm at eight years old for not getting straight As, made me lay in a bathtub of cold water and ice cubes because I came home late, and you didn’t visit me at all in prison. Every time visiting hours came I patiently waited to see your neglectful *ss show up but you never did. And after all that you expect me to be happy that I’m back in this Sh|th*le?
“You think preparing a buffet of trash is gonna undo the damage you’ve done, you *ss. My soul burns with the heat of ten thousand infernos when I look at you. Being in this room makes my demons want to vomit their intestines. Don’t even call me your son, you didn’t raise me, my mother did. At least she called, she visited, and she even brought food. You are undeserving of the ‘Father’ title and therefore it has been revoked. Mom d**d and three months later you were remarried, you don’t even deserve to be called a husband. You, Theodore, can take this ‘Welcome Dinner’ and shove it up deep up your *ss. I don’t need it,” he spat on the table and menacingly glared at him.
Without another word, everything having already been said, Ryat promptly turned and walked out.
Everyone had been left dumbfounded; stunned speechless. That boy didn’t even talk, he spat venom.
“Ryat!” Theodore wasn’t going to let him leave that easily. “I demand you stop. We need to talk, the family dinner is not over yet!”
“I ain’t your family,” Ryat replied from the other room. “You’re d**d to me, Theodore.”
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Ryat has been through it?.
