My Last Wedding Chance
Chapter 163 Their Story

Ameera's Home, Caifornia

"Mom, is this the right time to tell the real thing ?" The woman turned to sit on the edge of the bed right next to Elena who was sitting on her shoulders.

Elena's face still looked pale, her body was limp, even she barely wanted to touch a spoonful of porridge Ameera had made for her.

But her daughter did not stop to force her to eat, until two mouthfuls were swallowed in her throat and Elena asked to stop.

Ameera patiently took care of the mother because she understands very well how she is now. Depressed, stressed and shaken looks clearly scratched the face of the middle-aged woman.

Since Anton came home, Elena hasn't said much, only Anton's name is always worried about her. He was silent in the jumble of past burdens hanging on his shoulders.

"Mom, please ! Tell me Something !" Ameera grabbed the mother's hand, trying to convince her to speak.

Elena's gaze continued to stare at the slightly open window of the room with the incoming sunlight brightly bouncing onto the wall.

With a blank look and still silence, Elena looked more like an empty egg shell. So empty without life.

Ameera swallowed her saliva, rubbed Elena's shoulder "Whatever happened in your past, at least I as your daughter deserve to know. It might hurt a lot for you, but share it with me. I'm also a mom with three kids, I understand how you feel. Please, Don't be like this" Ameera's deep worry made her tear up again, seeing Elena's weakened condition was enough to take her by storm.

Ameera took a deep breath and looked down at her mother's wrinkled hands, grasped them tightly and then her tears fell right in her hands.

Elena turned her head, when she noticed Ameera's cry. The woman looked at haru mixed with sadness at the condition of her Princess who was so worried about her.

Looking from her gaze, Elena softened and she approached "Don't cry like this, Meera!" he lifted up Ameera's face and wiped away her tears

His eyes were still glazed over, his cheeks were wet and he rubbed his own face once in a while, then looked back at Elena "I just want us to be able to share, and solve this matter together. Mom, you need to be strong. I will always support you, we will fight it together."

Hearing Ameera's words, Elena was silent not because she was burdened but she still could not believe that the words could come out of the lips of the Princess who was not even her own flesh and blood.

"Ooh, God. How grateful, God gave me a way to meet you, Meera." Elena gently rubbed the top of Ameera's head, the Princess who was so fond of her and took very good care of Elena. Although, he was not born from his womb, but Elena never once considered him a stepson.

Elena took a deep breath, then began her story "I used to be a dancer at a nightclub on the outskirts of New York City street. I started that job when I was 17, just when my parents separated. My father, who was an alcoholic, pickpocket, and had many criminal acts, was relentless in torturing my mother, who was only a laborer in the Textile Factory. I don't know, what came to his mind until he married a Biada* guy like that. Usually only idle and beat my mother if she was late to receive money from my mother's income every month. Of course, he spent it just for fun, gambling and drugs. Our lives are so tormented, sometimes even my own father doesn't hesitate to beat me to vent his frustration."

Ameera was immediately shocked to hear it, she barely realized her lips were opened with widened eyes "Then, why still survive with such a bad person ?"

Elena grinned in a slant "Somehow this can be called the right answer, when I asked my mother the same thing, and she just answered it easily. She Loved him, she loves him."

Hearing those words, Ameera shook her head in disbelief "Love ? Its a bullshit !! He's already hurt you"

"Well, at first I felt fooled by it. Loving someone who only hurts us is not Love, but Obsession. The insanity of an Obsession that will never have an end. My mother never fought unless my father hurt me. I was really crazy back then, every day I just heard fight after fight at home. I tried to get my mother to run away together. But still, I prefer to stay and still hope that man will change someday."

Ameera did not stop looking at her mother "Then, how did you guys get separated ?"

Elena was silent for a moment, lowered her head and looked back at her daughter "My mother's patience ran out when my father almost threw a kitchen knife at me because he was under the influence of alcohol and lost gambling with a very large amount, not yet lavish all his debts. Mother had to hit it quickly, after there was a chance and we tried to escape together to leave the bunk house we occupied without bringing anything."

"Ooh God" Ameera clasped Elena's hand even tighter, not expecting to hear such a tragic past story from the middle-aged woman's lips

"My mom chose not to work at the factory anymore because my dad always came berserk looking for trouble where my mom worked. And, he did not want to harm everyone who worked there. We lived together in very appalling conditions, potluck money, food that could not be called proper, even we slept in the narrow alleys that were very dirty suburbs. Not infrequently we are always driven out by the Shop owners around. Being a vagabond in a city as big as New York isn't easy."

"And how did you survive ?"

"Five days, we live on my savings, in a can I leave to a kind neighbor because if I keep it at home, you'll find it. Money that happens to always be set aside from pocket money given by my mother all this time. It wasn't much, but it was at least enough to eat the two of us once a day. I didn't go to school, and then I went to see a friend of mine. And I didn't think Amber was helping me. It was like a miracle. He said his father owned a Night Club. And maybe I can work there. After two days back and forth applying for a cover letter there, thanks to Amber who continued to force her father to help me. Finally, I was accepted as a Dishwasher Employee. Although, not a promising job, but at least it can help me to connect with my mother. From that paycheck, we rented a small place in a shabby settlement. At least we don't sleep on the streets anymore."

Ameera looked at her with impatience that she barely covered "Mom, how did you get to be a Dancer ?"

"Was it at the Club that night you met the man ?" interject Ameera with furrowed brows

The middle-aged woman smiled faintly "I was 23 when I first met her, Roberto Alessio Seymour."

"What ?! and then ?" Ameera was getting more enthusiastic

"Roberto is a VIP Guest at the Club, he comes only two-three times a month. And even then only special dancers were provided to accompany him. I never met in person if he came to the Club because for VIP guests they have a special hidden access to enter the Club without being known to other visitors. Because it is very Private, so they do not carelessly provide services to VIP Guests. Until that night, because the Dancer who used to accompany him was sick, the Manager finally asked me to replace him. And that night, for the first time I saw him face to face."

Ameera pursed her lips, then teased Elena "Is he handsome ? I'm sure He must be Handsome, Look at his Son, Liam. No doubt his lineage"

Elena laughed at her daughter's reaction "You're Meera."

"But, right ?" ameera's voice was firm

"Well, of course he's handsome. A man of Italian descent, his age when it was about 30s and above. But, that was not what made me speechless and clumsy the first time we met. His charisma is so strong, his charm, Roberto is a man who washed away even he has not said a word, just looking at me coldly. It's true that some rumors about her that I heard from some of the dancers who have served her. Roberto treats dancers with great satisfaction. Supposedly as Dancers, we're the ones who provide satisfactory service to her, but she's different."

Ameera frowned "I've heard, Guests shouldn't touch the dancer's body part as long as they do their job"

Elena nodded "Well of course, that's the rule. We just danced in sexy and very revealing clothes. But they can't touch any part of our bodies. However, Roberto had a very different gaze, his body scrub, the way he looked, the expression of his silent face and when he spoke his voice hoarse and sometimes he said sensual words. All the things that other men would do would seem ordinary, but Roberto is different. The way he stared, his expression was haughty but so sexy and masculine. Being able to subdue and make any Female Dancer will be easy to prey** without her having to touch it."

"Wow.I can't comment. Then how can you have a relationship ?" Ameera spokeless and took a patient breath

"That's the beginning of all this finally happening, after our first meeting. Furthermore, Roberto came more often than ever, and he himself asked that the Dancer who would serve him every time he came was Me. And I don't know what possessed a handsome and wealthy man like himself who finally approached me and had that feeling ? I could not believe when I first heard from his lips that he was going to take me away from that place. And promise to marry me."

"Mom, he was married that time ?"

"Well, I already know his status. He admitted that he already had a wife with an unwanted marriage. And you can guess, his wife is Anita Seymour who came to our house"

"The wicked woman is his wife" Ameera grumbled "Then, why Mom would you accept the man's invitation ? You know it's gonna be a chasm for you."

Elena realized that, she made it clear that although it was hard to express "Because of Love, I finally felt what my mother felt. I used to not believe in that stupid thing, and at that time I felt it myself. A love that can give me a way out and blind me"

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