Chapter 55: Played

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Shock and disbelief washed through her face when she heard her husband's words. Slowly, she turned towards Elle, and her eyes lowered to her flat stomach before slowly going back to her face. It couldn't be true.

"Tell me it's not true." She pleaded. She didn't want to believe that it was. She didn't have the heart to take it, and she wasn't ready for something as huge as this. Her feet subconsciously took a step towards Elle, while her red eyes desperately begged her to say it wasn't real. "Elleanor, please." She begged. "Tell me you're not preg–" Her lips quavered as her words slurred. She couldn't even say it out.

Elle sighed when she saw her mother's face. "I'm sorry." She lowered her head and apologized.

Mrs Steele felt the earth spin as she had just received the biggest shock of her life. This wasn't happening, she thought. It couldn't be.

"How could you?" She asked, her eyes welling up with tears. "Ho...ow could you do this to your sister?" Her daughter. A low gasp escaped her lips when she realized that Nevaeh's predicament was her fault. What has she done? She had asked Nevaeh to stand in as a temporary replacement. What has she done to her child? Her trembling hands covered her mouth while her body quavered.

"You-" She didn't even know what to say. She was utterly speechless. How Nevaeh had begged, cried, held her legs and pleaded not to be sent away, but she had stubbornly pushed her into this mess. The poor child.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Elle's stomach again.

"How could you do this?" She yelled and threw her purse at her. "How could you have made me do this to my child?"

"Your child?" Elle raised a brow at her. "I'm your child too. Is Nevaeh the only child you all see?" Her voice and tone were pensive while Mrs Steele frowned at her.

"Did you think as my child when you decided to bring shame to the name I endangered your sister to preserve?" She fired back. "Did you for once think about how your mother would feel with...with this?" She pointed to her stomach.

"But it's your grandchild." Elle told her.

"One I never asked for!" She paused and sighed as she lowered her voice. "At least not this way." She felt her head spin and she staggered backwards.

"Mother." Elle panickly called, but she held out her hand to stop Elle from approaching her, while she held her head with the other. She straightened herself and looked back at her. Her eyes filled with disappointment.

"Your father was right. No child of mine would behave like you've done, Elleanor." She said.

"Moth-"

"I begged Nevaeh to make a huge sacrifice for your sake, without thinking of her happiness. And now she's trapped with Dale Stuart all because of you." Her eyes suddenly burned with anger. Anger not just for Elle, but for herself. She picked up her purse and glared at Elle who had a dumbfounded look in her eyes.

"I'll get my daughter back. And for your child's sake, I pray you live a healthy life." She told her before turning away.

The frown on her face deepened when she turned around and saw Francis still standing by the door. She couldn't help but remember how broken and conflicted Nevaeh had sounded over the phone the last time they spoke, because of her feelings. She gazed at him with disgust. She couldn't believe Nevaeh had been worried for him for nothing.

"You better look after her and that child. And don't you dare show your miserable face to my daughter again." She warned before storming out of the room. She didn't know exactly what had happened to have resulted to this and she didn't care. All she cared about was how to get her Nevaeh back. But how was she going to do that? Would Dale willingly let her child go?

She felt a cold chill run down her spine when she thought about his reaction when he discovers he had been played and has been living with a fake. It would be scary. The man was said to be a monster.

She shook her head to chase off her fear. She'd kneel, beg and lay her life at his mercy if she must. All she cared about was her daughter and her happiness which she should have taken into consideration before pushing her into this craziness.

She halted on the spot when she suddenly realized she had forgotten something very important. Nevaeh.

How would she feel when she hears of this betrayal? That the man she has been esctatic to be married to, was now expecting a child from her sister. It would shatter her baby's heart. Her poor child. How could she have made her make such an unworthy sacrifice. This was all on her.

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Francis had seen the way Nevaeh's mother had looked at him, he could tell the thoughts going through her mind, and he didn't blame her. He'd probably have the same thought had he been in her shoes. In her eyes he was probably an animal who was engaged to one of her daughters, while he impregnated another, thereby bringing shame and pain to her family. But that wasn't true. He'd never do something like this. He was also a victim in all this.

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A few days ago, he had been surprised when Mr Steele appeared at the place he had been hauled up for weeks with his psychopathic daughter. He had not expected any form of calvary because he was certain Elle had ensured they couldn't be found, so he was surprised when the man came with his men tearing down the door.

He had expected the man to diss his explanation and he feared what Elle might say to her father, but she had surprised him when she admitted to everything. He had not expected her to do that at all. And he was happy when Mr Steele offered to take responsibility for the test. Honestly, he had been worried about the authenticity of the test result Elle would provide for him. He was stranded and he'd have to make do with whatever She provided him. But now seeing the results, he was shattered.

He slowly approached her and stopped in front her.

"Is this really what you want?" He asked making her lift her gaze to him.

"Is this child really what you want?" He asked again.

"Do you still doubt it's paternity?" She cocked a brow at him.

Could he still doubt the paternity of the child? He had been there when they carried out the test, and he had been there when the result was issued, so he couldn't.

His brows narrowed when something finally occured to him. He looked at Elle with narrowed eyes.

"You had this all planned too, didn't you?" He asked. His eyes carefully and intensely observing her countenance.

"Planned what?"

"Your father's appearance and involvement in the test."

"It was the only you'd believe me and accept the authenticity of the result." She shrugged and smiled, while his eyes slightly widened. She chuckled at his reaction.

"I knew you'd always have some doubt if I decided everything about it."

"So you let your father find you." He muttered as he fell into deep thoughts. He suddenly remembered how she had been too engrossed with her phone in the last week, and this day was exactly the end of two weeks she had requested for.

A satisfied smile split her face. "My dear little sister would always be predictable. She made the whole thing so easy."

"You crazy bitch." He snarled, while she snorted.

"I might be crazy but my craziness got my man back, didn't it?" She smiled at him. "And yes this is what I want. I want this baby and you." She firmly told him.

Francis looked at her in shock and with incredulity. She was slowly beginning to scare him. She had craftily planned this thing from the very beginning. Her accepting the marriage must have been to lure her sister back, and him included. She had kidnapped him away, because she had predicted her mother's move as well. She had played everyone just to achieve her sick game.

But he wasn't going to settle for this. He didn't know exactly why she was doing all this, but wasn't going to let her and her sick, twisted mind manipulate his life.

"Elleanor, you're sick." He told her "You can have this baby, but just so you know you can never have me."

"But I already have you." She smiled as she walked closer to him. "I have you here with me where you truly belong, don't I?" Her lips wickedly curved up. She lifted her eyes and looked at him sultrily, while her hand fiddled with the collar of his shirt, "You say you don't love me now, but believe me you will love me once again." Francis glared at her as he smacked her hand away from him. His eyes Showing how disgusted he was with her, but his actions only made her amuse.

"I'll never love you. Never."

"Oh, you will, Francis." She smiled. "You will because I'll make you even if it means doing my worst."

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One word for Elle.

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