The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 92: An Unexpected Revelation

Night’s P.O.V

The world spun around me as I forced one foot in front of the other until we were finally inside the house, the door closing shut behind us.

I immediately pushed my father away, not wanting anything to do with him, and I lost my balance just like that, almost falling to the floor.

Thankfully, my mother caught me just in time, and I guess I still had some love left for her, because I did not immediately recoil from the skinship. Unlike my father, whose touch made my skin crawl.

Rosalie came running to help prop me up as well, but I lifted my hand to stop her in her tracks and regained my balance with only my mother’s help. I threw a glance at Rosalie and watched in sick satisfaction as she deflated and took a step back. I didn’t need to say anything, my distaste was clear in my eyes.

Meanwhile, my father seemed to be the only one feeling elated after everything that had just transpired. “You made the right choice, son,” he said, a proud smile on his face. I had never seen him this excited before, not even when I scored a perfect score in my tests, or got into my preferred university.

“Let us have a grand party in a week’s time. We shall have your engagement to Rosalie announced in front of the press. It’s time the world knew who the daughter-in-law of the Winters family is going to be!”

But I turned away from him, not feeling anything towards his proposal. “Do whatever you want,” I said dismissively, wanting nothing more than to get to my room so I could lay down on my bed. “But you have to promise me that I can still compete in the school pageant I committed myself to. It’s happening in two days.”

My father didn’t seem to care much, either, just like he never did before. “The school pageant? Fine. You can go, but after that, you must skip school the entire week until the party and the announcement are done.”

Having gotten the confirmation I needed, I nodded and started to walk away from them, heading to my room upstairs. My pace was slow, but I preserved. I wanted to get the hell away from him, away from everything. My body was burning up and I felt nauseous. I needed rest, but most of all I needed to mourn.

I flinched when I felt a hand on my back, but when I turned to look, it was just my mom. Surprisingly, she helped me up the stairs and into my room without me asking for her assistance. She didn’t say anything either, which I really appreciated, because I was in no mood for a conversation.

She helped me onto my bed and when I was finally tucked under the covers, I turned the other way so that my back was facing her. My body screamed for rest, but my mind was restless.

I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could hear her shuffling around my room still.

But just when I thought she would finally leave, I heard a faint dial tone as a phone rang somewhere in the distance, before my mother’s voice sounded in the room. “Hello? Dr. Williams? My son has a fever. Can you come and check up on him? Yes. Yes. Alright, thank you.”

I thought that was the end of it and expected her to leave. Instead, she sat by my bedside and adjusted the covers so they draped over every inch of me without me even asking for her generosity. It felt me confused, feeling a bit exasperated even.

Not able to hold back the sarcastic quips, I turned around to face her. “You don’t need to perform your so-called duty now, since your husband is nowhere in sight. I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” My tone was sharp, but I didn’t have much strength in my body to actually sound ungrateful.

Unexpectedly, she gave me a smile, but there was something wrong with it. It looked… sad.

“I never wanted things to get this out of hand, Night. So blown out of proportion that I came so close to losing my only son,” she said, a tremor to her voice that tugged at my heartstrings. “I will be honest and say that I took you for granted before. I thought that no matter what, you would always be here, no matter what your father put you through. But it was only after you left and stopped contacting us altogether that I realized just how dearly I missed you.”

I scoffed, unable to believe the bullshit I was hearing. “You sure have a funny way of showing that,” I bit back. “Why now, mom? Why the sudden concern? Why the sudden care?”

But she didn’t react to that, not even taking offense. “Do you know how your father and I met?” She asked instead.

I was taken aback by the question. My parents never really talk about their marriage as well as their lives before our family, including how they met. But now…my mom was suddenly volunteering to open up? Something about it felt off, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but think that this was something relevant, something that would help me understand my parents a bit better and know the reasons behind the things they did.

“Tell me,” I heard myself say, intrigued.

“Well, our marriage, too, had been arranged since time immemorial,” she confessed, making my eyes widen in shock.

Arranged? My parents too had an arranged marriage?

It shouldn’t have shocked me, because it was about thirty years ago and at that time, arranged marriages between wealthy families was a common norm. But still, this felt different; like there was more to the story than what met the eyes.

“And when I met him, there seemed to be something off about your father, something that always made me weary of him. I don’t know how to explain it, really, it was a gut feeling that he was going through things that I could never comprehend.” She continued, her tone heavy with the weight of her emotions as she looked down at her hands on her lap. “He always wore black, as though he was in mourning. And even now, he carried that taste in clothing choices with him—finding bright colors distasteful and wearing darker colors.”

She let out a dry chuckle, before letting out an almost defeated sigh. “I don’t really know what happened since your father is such a closed mouth person, but it was clear that he had gone through some kind of significant loss that made him exactly the way he was. It was difficult to be with him at first. As you can already tell, but soon enough, I…we both fell into a routine.”

I could not for the life of me imagine my stern, headstrong father to ever be as sad as my mom made him out to be. What kind of loss could’ve possibly made him the way he was today? Was he ever a warm person? Or was my mother only telling me this to make me believe that he wasn’t the asshole we thought him to be.

“Intimacy was something he avoided as well,” she chuckled, mostly to herself as if she was relieving an inside joke. “He would tell you that he had been a man who had fooled around in his early teens, but it was hard to believe that when I met him. He would hardly ever look at me, spending countless hours at the office, building his empire. At first, I suspected an affair, but after close observation, I still found nothing. No matter what, one thing I can say for certain, that is the fact that your father had never cheated on me.”

I listened to her, carefully, but still, it all felt like she was discussing a different person, a man who no longer existed.

It was hard to imagine my father the way my mother described him. But what concerned me was the fact that my mother had only just decided to open up.

Why was that? Was this another way for my parent’s to get under my skin? But when I looked at her, into those familiar hazel eyes that resembled mine, I couldn’t help but feel the sincerity radiating off of them. She wasn’t lying. At least, I hoped with all my heart that she wasn’t.

“And then? How did you two fall in love?” I couldn’t help but ask. I felt like a little child being told bedtime stories by my mother. Something that I had never had the pleasure of until now.

She laughed humorlessly, as if I had just cracked a joke. “Well, that’s the thing, Night; we never did.”

I gaped at her in shock, but she paid me no mind, continuing with her narrative instead. “My marriage with your father has always been a business arrangement, and up until now, the situation still rings true.” Then she sighed sadly, her eyes meeting mine as I saw the sadness there. “ And now, I have a feeling that you and Rosalie, too, are about to go into a similar arrangement and ruin your lives just like I once had. And I am too powerless to stop it.”