A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter 85

Alena

"Have a seat, Alena." Papa said, breaking the silence.

I walked further into the room before I took a seat near his desk We were both looking at each other without saying anything, as if we were waiting for the other person to start saying something first. I was building up the courage to speak up, knowing we weren't exactly in good terms before this.

My lips curved up into a small smile, trying to get rid of the awkwardness.

"I'm leaving," I said.

"Of course. You're going back home."

Home. The word 'home' itself brought comfort to me because I knew it was the exact same home I wanted to return to-I had always considered Papa's house as my home before I moved out to further my studies but after I had gotten married. my definition of home had changed. To me, home was wherever I could be with Matteo.

Where we could create different memories together for as long as we both lived. It didn't matter if we decided to move out into another property, as long as we were together. We could be making memories in Paris, London or even Singapore, and it could be home. To me, home wasn't just a place. It was the person itself.

Growing up, I felt safe with Mama and Papa. During my teenage years, they were all I had and I never wanted to lose them. As I grew older, they were always going to be the ones I had but life was different this time, I had my own wants and needs. I never wanted to lose them. Never.

"You made Matteo promise you to take care of me. You don't have to worry about that, Papa. He'll take good care of me. He'll take good care of your daughter," the words were clear as I spoke them in slowly.

The last time we had a conversation, it didn't end well.

Truth be told, I never wanted to argue with my family. I never wanted to be in bad terms with them because they were everything to me-Papa had given me everything he could because he loved me. He wanted to make sure I got the experience of a normal life despite being the daughter of someone dangerous.

I could never hate Papa. I could never despise him.

He had given me my life.

We just couldn't come to the same agreements anymore.

"If he fails, I won't give him anymore chances. I don't want to see you get hurt again, Alena." He replied, his eyes were pierced into my own. I knew he meant every word he said when he didn't hesitate. He could hurt him if anything happened to me.

"Do you think he would fail? Do you think he's not capable of protecting me?"

Papa sighed deeply, "I don't doubt him at all, Alena. I believe he's a good man and he's capable of protecting you. I just don't want to see you get hurt. I don't want to lose my baby because I let her choose her man. I'm really scared if I lose you," I stood up before I made my way towards him, "Papa, you're never going to lose me."

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Chapter 85

terrified of that,

have to trust ine. Besides, it wasn't even

"You're defending him..."

one who left the house without

"He should've tried harder,"

"Papa..."

"No, he should've."

frowned, "He

he understood me, even though it was hard to explain. If I tried to understand him from his point of view, I could see myself looking at my little girl. I could see myself trying hard to believe my little girl

because he never wanted his girls

his princess once. I was

who had sacrificed a lot for me. The one who had given me everything. The one who had taught me everything. I could never imagine

there for him like he was for me, I left. I left because I was selfish and I only cared about myself, about my feelings. I

"Alena..."

have to listen because

ahead,

I only wanted to be with him. He

listened to every word I said. His eyes were starting to tear as well and I knew he was beginning to understand from my perspective. He had both of his hands cupping my face as he wiped away the

apologise for something you can't

this would have happened and we could probably be happier." My heart felt like it broken into a million pieces as I placed a hand on my chest, trying to calm myself down. "He's

pulled me in for a hug, trying his very best to calm me down. As I stayed still and cried in his arms, I began to grab onto him even tighter as if my life depended on him-it was the first time I cried

after so long but he made me feel like a little

His little girl.

it's okay. Just let it out." He whispered,

him. I miss him

you do. We all miss him,

I lost

he tried to soothe me, like soothing a child. To him, I was always going to be his little girl. Someone

was bleeding. Papa was the one who immediately rushed towards me because he wanted to check up on me. The worried look on his face when he saw the blood,

look at Papa,

wiped away the tears-on

fact, he was getting older and I was going to have less time with him. I was scared of losing him too. Papa was terrified of

What about me?

scared of the years he had left. I could never be fully prepared for when that time

lose me,

sure I won't. I can't see my baby

on moving forward, it'll all get better but you have to