The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Aidan's POV

I know I am not supposed to be here but I also know I have to be here so my ego won't ruin what I have been building for years. I drive into my father's mansion.

The concrete huge building full of tall glasses reminds me of many things. One of those things was the day my father stopped beating me and that day was the same day my mother lost her legs. I shut my eyes to let go of the hurt that comes with the memories.

That day reminds me of the way I cried so hard and the pain in my mother's eyes that I can still see. The last time I saw my mother was three months ago. I hate coming here, I hate seeing her in pain.

I am here because I want to get the award and I want to see my mother. I get out of the car and move towards the door. His domestic staff are all over, muttering their greetings to me. I answer none of the greetings as I walk in.

The living room is empty and I wonder where everyone is. My eyes scan the entire place until it falls on a girl coming from a room.

"Good morning, sir", she sees me and bows in greeting.

"Where is father?" I ask her.

"He is in his study upstairs", she answers me. I look up, wondering if he has a visitor or not. I know him to be someone who hosts his visitors in his living room upstairs or his study.

"What about mother?" I demand from her.

"She is in her room", she replies.

Mother's room is downstairs and father stopped hosting his guest in the living room downstairs because of her.

purpose because he was ashamed of mother's condition and

but I still share the same belief as my young age. My hatred for dad hasn't reduced over

not surprised when the girl informed me of

kitchen to herself, the only thing she doesn't have is a living room where she can host guests. Ever since her

of nostalgia hit me. I open the door gently and I

side, reading a book while one of the girls is tending to her feet. The other lady is making her bed and they all

person and despite her condition, she still loves everything to be clean and tidy. I have

I find myself smiling too. Mother's smile is infectious, even

me", she utters softly, opening her arms to invite me in for an embrace. That gesture alone reminds me of many things my mother and I have done

of when my mother was in a good condition and how she welcomes me home from school by picking me up and hugging me tightly. I feel emotional right now.

leave the room immediately to give us space. I take long strides towards my mother, when I am close, I squat and move into her arms. Her cologne

pats my shoulder and the next minute, she is

I pull away from the embrace. I am feeling bad

why she is saying that. She doesn't want me

miss you too, mother", I hug her back.

"Stop crying."

you can come here more often. I love

my mother always told me to my face that I was a

I love her personality. I love her type of heart, pure golden heart. I love everything about her, including

still squatting.