Second Chance

Traumas of the Past

Third person:

Mrs Bonze looked at the girl entering the house wide eyed. She couldn't believe she was seeing her again.

Mercy?

What is she doing over here?

Didn't she sell her off to a rich old man?

Then how was she standing in front of her? That too like this?

She looked at the limited edition things Mercy wore. As a somewhat wealthy woman, she had an idea was what was trending and what was limited edition from the luxury brand. The bag that Mercy had on, wasn't it a limited edition Louise Vuitton with only five such pieces around the world? Those shoes she was wearing, wasn't it limited edition Red Bottoms that a lot of Hollywood celebs are going crazy after? And looking at the clothes she was wearing, she was sure it was personally designed for her by some famous designer. Each of those should cost in millions.

Such extravagance, she couldn't even enjoy at her peak time when her ex husband was still alive. A hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes. All these years, the business that her ex husband built was declining more and more. What used to be a promising company was now only left in shells. They were only left looking wealthy while all their funds were burned. Her two precious children had to live frugally. Ashley couldn't buy a single luxury brand clothes for a year and Joshua is still throwing a tantrum for a personal car for over a year. And here Mercy is, living like a queen. How could she live better than her children?

This bitch! Clearly she is loaded. Yet she couldn't send some money back to them. What an unfilial little slut. As soon as she got a sugar daddy, she forgot about them.

"Mercy! What are doing here?" Mrs Bonze called out the name she hadn't taken in thirteen years. She could still feel the sourness when she said that name. This girl standing in front of her was the cause of all her misfortunes after all. The only reason she was so pathetic was because of this bitch.

Mercy looked at the people standing in front of her with her usual expressionless face but inside she was shell shocked. Not because they were standing in front of them. In fact she long expected them to visit. What shocked her was something else.

These people were the reason of all the traumas she received, traumas that destroyed her entire first life. These people were the reason of her insecurities, the reason why she always overeacted when it came to emotions, the reason why she always built a wall around herself, not letting anyone in.

She thought when she met them, she'd be hysterical, panicking even. But she found herself relaxed, like these people had nothing to do with her whatsoever. Mercy heaved a sigh of relief.

This is good. This is very good.

But as soon as she heard her own name being called by the mouth of the woman standing in front of her, she felt disgusted, like her very name has become dirty. Even she herself didn't realise when her love for these people turned to disgust.

I know you still love her dad. So forgive me for what I'm about to do. Because I can't keep it in. Mercy apologized to her father as her face turned colder than the Artics.

"Mercy? Looks like a few dogs forgot their place. My name has never felt this dirty." Mercy mumbled to herself, but loud enough for the people in the room to hear. "It's Ms Donavon for you. And as for the question, at least have a bit of self awareness. You seriously think you can me questions?" Mercy replied with a cold scoff.

Mrs Bronze, Ashley and Joshua were taken aback by her tone. Was this the same girl from thirteen years ago? They never remembered her tongue being so sharp.

Mrs Bonze finally looked at Mercy. Up until now, she only looked at her outfit and her luxurious pose. But looking at her face, she saw none of the warmth she had from all those years back then. Her eyes held no tenderness, love and respect like it did in her childhood. Where did that little girl that used to always look at her with yearning go? A nagging voice from inside her said that it was she herself that killed that sweet little girl, leaving behind this ice queen who was more of a machine than a human being.

"Mercy, who is she?" Mrs Donavon asked. No matter how successful or how modern, one thing common in all woman was their senses and her senses screamed at her that this woman was no good news.

"No one of importance." Mercy dismissed, not even spearing the woman in question a glance.

"Mercy, I'm your mother!" Mrs Bonze said irritated. She didn't know why, but seeing the girl she gave birth to talk in that tone to her hurt her incredibly.

The entire Donavon and Montero family froze at this. They should have guessed just by looking at that face of Mrs Bonze. But they could simply not imagine that the woman who gave birth to the ice queen Mercy Donavon was one of those false white lotus.

H…how did they end up as mother and daughter because honestly, nothing about them except their face matched.

Finally, Mercy felt anger at these words. She couldn't hold it in as she looked at the woman straight in the eye and said, "Mother? My mother? Since when? You have only ever been and egg donor and a surrogate for me. And you've been paid for that. That too quite handsomely might I add. So don't give me that crab.

You, Mrs Bonze only have two children, Joshua and Ashley. Be happy with them. Do not try to form a relationship with me. I never had a biological mother. The only woman qualified to call herself my mother is this one." She said coming next to Mrs Donavon.

"But I gave birth to you. I'm your mother too. You can't just tale away that tight of mine." Mrs Bronze insisted feeling somewhat jealous of Mrs Donavon.

Mercy couldn't help but laugh sarcastically now. "I didn't take that right away from you. You gave it away. Correction, you SOLD it away. That too for ten million no less to my grandfather. So stop trying to form a relationship now."

Mrs Bronze finally looked at the old man closely. Honestly, she forgot who she sold Mercy away too. All she remembered was that after her husband died, she desperately needed money so that she could make up for the losses she suffered in business. So when an old man asked to take Mercy away and in return pay her with ten million, she couldn't be more happy and sold Mercy away to him. But judging by the age, he should be about the same age.