Judas kiss

Marcela realized how much she cherished her daughter even though she didn't make it seem that way. Della was hardworking and dedicated. Della took care of her when everyone of her friends had abandoned her. Della took care of her when she was going through her drug abuse phase. This was her daughter, Marcela thought, she wanted Della in her life moreover...?she was in danger.

the person she?called?father was the devil.

Marcela thought she was living a lie, she had her happy family. A successful caring husband and a son. Many times she told them she didn't have family, they all abandoned her when she came to chase her American dream. Marcela wanted to protect her daughter and grandson. She certainly couldn't do it alone so she had to let someone in even if she immensely distasted that person.

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Andre's assistant had told him that a women had been requesting an appointment off his busy schedule. She had even went as far as coming in everyday, she was becoming very persistent. Andre regretted his decision of allowing the woman in when he saw his ex-mother in law walking in. She had her head raised high with pride, the whole scene made Andre every uncomfortable because all they ever did in the past was bicker and quarrel.

"Marcela.." Andre let out in a composed tone. "How may I help you ?"

"Wipe the smile off your face because I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my daughter." Marcela sat down on the vacant seat opposite his mahogany desk. This made Andre chuckle at how petty she was and had always been.

"Some parents Della has." Andre sighed under his breath. "So your daughter is aware that you're here ?" Andre finally voiced out in a serious tone.

"Is Della my nanny ?" Marcela bit back. Andre shook his head not surprised at her verbal diarrhea. Despite Andre being the person who paid for Marcela's rehabilitation centre and all the other needs, he just expected her to be a tad bit grateful but boy was he wrong. It didn't bother him much because he did all that for Adela.

"Why are you here, Marcela ?" He shrugged laying back in his comfortable office chair. Marcela shook her now black hair tinted with bits of red on the edges.

"Della, no other reason. I'm here for my daughter." She said in a low voice. Her arrogant Fa?ade, dropping in a moment of agony.

"Della looks like she is doing well without you....without me." Andre muttered a small smile on his lips almost fading.

"She has always been strong but I'm afraid she doesn't know-" Marcela sighed. "I'm afraid she doesn't know who she is letting into her life. Della is desperate for love that she is looking for it in the wrong places."

made Andre raise an

mean, Marcela?" Andre leaned over the desk paying much

bitterly. Her eyes flashed with sadness, tears appearing at the bottom. This made Andre much more attentive because Marcela was never one to be emotional about anything or

i love her so much. I don't know what I ever did to deserve a daughter like her and I just want to see her happy. I hate having to distance myself from her but-" She lowered her head. "I'm embarrassed Andre, I'm embarrassed!"

life did I do that for Della. It hurts me so much that I have treated her badly because of that man. The bitterness I have in my heart." She let out carefully removing the tears below her eyes not wanting to

you regardless." Andre muttered

thing I will never forgive myself for..." She paused as if a bridge of tears had been broken. "How I turned her away, when she was pregnant and needed my help. She had

out in that

acknowledge him because I failed in the first moments when they actually needed me. I pretend as if I don't care but the truth is that night after I turned her away. I was worried sick... Worried about her wellbeing, out there alone and scared. I was worried for the baby she was carrying. I was disappointed, i yelled at her for getting pregnant and told her to abort it. I'm gold she

should be telling her all this, Marcela. If there's anything

been replaced, my love is no longer needed or valid because she now has her long lost father who does absolutely

but she will always love you and need you. It's

need you help." She said avoiding eye contact with him. Her pride wasn't

Andre furrowed

and you were there for her." She paused now focusing her attention on the grey carpet that complimented the whole interior design in his office. "Even though you broke her, the way you did. I

silence absorbed the?moment.

the only sound that absorbed

"She?doesn't?need me anymore."

smile falling from his lips. "I know her better than anyone. She need some to know that Garreth is not who he says he is and we are the only people who

that he wouldn't do anything stupid such as marching up to him. Andre grew angry as he absorbed the information he was being told. He need to protect his family from the deranged psycho that he is but it hurt him to know that Della

When?would?she be?finally?happy ?

why I need him as far away from my daughter and my grandson and I'm well aware you care about them as much as i do."

down went by the name of Spencer?" Andre questioned