When The Rain Falls - Book 1 - N, Y. (best books to read for success TXT) 📗

how, after all this time, are you my dad and why was my mom married to you before my....dead dad?"

 

He sighs.

 

"Well Elle, my dear ,it’s a lot to explain to you. But before your mother met your father, as you know who's dead, I was your father. And i'm saying i’m your biological father and in conclusion, the person who you thought was your dad was just a substitute, a step-dad until I could see you again."

 

"Do you really believe?" I ask.

 

"Yes,"

 

"That my step-father who was my real dad, isn't my dad?" I say.

 

He nods his head.

 

 

And to think that all those years, Henry was my dad, we looked nothing alike.

 

My mom convinced me Henry was my dad and I believed her for so long.

 

"Even though he was a real father to you and you grew up with him, he was just the next choice for Claire. When your mother left and I located that she was in New York. I found out she married again, and I never talked about that again."

 

He gives me a sorrowful smile.

 

 

"So pretty, much your mother. Who I assume has made to Paris?”

 

I took a deep breath then answered.

 

"She's in Paris now. She made it, her designs. They were a success."

 

 

"That's good to know," he says nodding his head.

 

I breathe in deeply and finally confess.

 

 

"My mom is back in Paris right now and my step father is dead. Does that mean that you're my real father?"

 

He smiles. "Yes, it does."

 

I took one look at his face, and I was surprised.

 

 

"Wow, you're really my dad. So that means i’ve been spending my whole life with my step dad. Mom always told me dad...that,Henry wasn’t the father that I needed, and I didn’t believe her for years. I can’t believe this is coming back to me, wow your my father!!”

 

 

I get up and pace back and forth, till he got my attention and told me to sit down.

 

"Listen Elle, I know this is a lot to take in, but just to let you know, I never really became king of mumbai or king of anything. It was just a line and lie I told in the story to mess it up and make it more believeable."

 

 

I shook my head in disappointment.

 

"So most of the story, was a lie to get my mind off guard, so you really weren't a prince and your dad wasn't a king?"

 

"No he was, and i'm still a prince, my brother took my father's place as king because I didn't want a daughter to have to take the throne when I didn't want to become king. So my brother made it possible, at least until you return." he said holding my hand.

 

"Wait, I came to Mumbai to escape the problem I had back in Paris. And as soon as I get here, people are saying that I look like the lost princess of Mumbai and now I just learned that I am the lost princess, because you're my father and you were desitned to become the king of Mumbai twenty-some years ago right?"

 

 

"Yes, but I never became king. I was just a prince, my father was the king and my brother took his place."

 

I shook my head in despair.

 

"Wait! So what you're trying to say is your're my real father, and you could have become be the king of Mumbai but chose not to because of my mom?"

 

He replies. "Technically, yes."

 

 

 

"So here I am. Magically in Mumbai thinking, I can solve everything back in Paris by coming here to refresh my mind. But in reality, I get sent to where my real fate is."

 

 "Life has it's ways!" he yells at the top of his lungs.

 

 

"So you're my real father, and you were married to my mom. Then my mom left with me to New York. So, if she were to stay, I would have been royalty." i said.

 

"Well you're actually royalty, but not really. You didn't stay long in Mumbai to be crowned royalty in our family."

 

"So I could've been a princess, but instead my mom took me away and lived a noraml life. With me."

 

 

I was shocked, didn't my mom want me to become a royal baby.

 

She married this man who claims to be my real dad.

 

 

I never thought anyone here would recognize me and say that i'm their child. My own dad, who I haven’t seen since I was born.

 

I saw him disappear behind a fountain and headed towards a garden.

 

"Why after all these years, would you just claim to be my father and expect me to come back here and be your daughter?"

 

 

I hear him walking towards me, he looks at me concerned.

 

"Tell me why are you here?"

 

I look up from him.

 

"I don’t even know your name and suddenly you claim to be my dad. And yet you ask me about why i'm here."

 

 

He sits down, near the fountain edge and I join him in sync.

 

"I want to know where you are coming from and why you would run away from problems in your life, it's not worth it." he says.

 

 

"Mumbai is my home, and i've lived here my whole life. Why do you run away from your problems, than rather fix it?"

 

I look around, i'm ashamed.

 

 

"I don't know, I just have sense of adventure to numb the pain. When it's too great for me to solve." I said looking to the ground.

 

 

"Speaking of staying, how is your mom? Is she safe and okay?"

 

I could tell he was concerned, to know how his wife was doing, who left him mysteriously.

 

"She’s back in Paris, I told you and she’s fine."

 

 

He chuckles.

 

"Oh, I forget sometimes. It’s just the memories I get, instead of the story. But as for you, feel free to be as normal as you want to be here in Mumbai. I'll prepare a ritual ceremony, for you to meet the current king and queen of Mumbai."

 

I sigh in disappointment.

 

What did I get myself into?

 

 

"Hey, I didn’t catch your name?" I say.

 

He looks up at me, as if I wasn’t angry, or mad.

 

He smiles. "My name’s Bali."

 

I smile in return.

 

"Nice to meet you Bali, you're the only dad I have now. And it makes me happy to know I get to see my real dad, after all these years."

 

He smiles, reaching out to hug me. I hug him back.

 

"I’ll talk with you later and ask more questions." I reply.

 

 "Very well, soon, bye."

 

He puts his hand of his mouth and blows me a kiss.

 

I raise my eyebrows in shock.

 

Was I suppose to catch it?

 

 

 

When I get back to my room, I decided to meet up with Adam from yesterday.

 

He’s very sweet and obviously a nice person.

 

Anyone would want to be with him forever. Even me.

 

But I have Jacob I need to talk to, and deal with back in Paris. a

 

And I promised that I would stay loyal, not matter what

 

 

I just can’t now, especially since were not talking. So that still makes it clear we're not together.

 

And he hasn’t apologized, so how am I suppose to forgive him and take him back?

 

 

As for now, I  think that i'll be seeing someone else.

 

For fun. And besides, I like hanging out with Adam, mainly because i’m starting to like him.

 

But I have to stop sooner or later, if I really want to be with Jacob.

 

 

 

I call mom and she picked up.

 

We talked all night after my strenious day with Adam. She promised not to tell anyone where she was going or what she was doing.

 

She'd come and visit me.

 

 

I know my mom can keep a secret.

 

I will never forget when she hugged me and promised not to tell anyone, so that I wouldn't go to jail or get taken away from her again.

 

This whole thing has gone crazy, god why did I do it?

 

I'm so stupid, this is my mess. And I need to fix it.

 

 

And I need some rest before I figure out what’s going on with my earlier past that I don’t know of.

 

Why is everything such a secret?

 

Chapter Fifteen: It Will Rain

 

I woke up, the next morning knowing my mom will come for me.

 

She told me over the phone, that Jacob and Ms. Callies bought the bait about her searching for me around Paris.

 

  

I‘m just glad my mom could see me again.

 

God, I ruined our trip.

 

It's summer and I ruined our trip.

 

 

All this traveling I do, not being able to sit in one spot when I have problems with someone.

 

It's never gonna stop, is it? 

 

 

Mom arrived at my hotel this morning, she wanted to have a room to herself. She sensed I needed space and didn't bother staying with me.

 

 

And granted, she was still mad when I left.

 

 

But also proud, that I found my dad after all these years. And didn't even know it.

 

After mom unpacked her things, she went up to my room, and we talked over tea like how we used to.

 

 

"So tell me about, how the hell you found your father. And leave in the middle of the night in Paris to come to Mumbai!"

 

I sip my tea.

 

She stares at me for a long time, when I don't respond.

 

 

"I’m super mad with you. With what you did, but to find your father? Here!? Well Luckily this man you claim to be your 'dad' is here, otherwise I would have been here to take you home, if you hadn’t called me."

 

She paused then continued.

 

 

"So how are you Elle? Everything fine here, let alone the fact that you flew halfway across the country to Mumbai!!"

 

I yell back.

 

"Mom! Can you calm down. I’m fine, you know how I get over fights. I have to leave somewhere, so I can rest my mind and think clearly."

 

 

She looks at me with furious eyes, but then calms down.

 

"Sorry, Elle. I just thought, why else would you come here to Mumbai?"

 

 

I interrupt her.

 

"I went to the airport and asked for the most random flight to take and I was brought to Mumbai, and while I was here I found my real dad, mom." I say.

 

 

She freezes in mid-air.

 

"Wait, you found your real father?" she said shocked now.

 

"Yep, just 2 days ago, and you didn’t tell me that I had another dad halfway around the world who really is my dad. Right mom?!" i said.

 

 

She sighs and explains.

 

"Yes it’s true, your real father was living in Mumbai the time I rasied you with Henry. And Henry was just a substitute, until one day I would surprise you with a trip to Mumbai, you and I would go to Mumbai and I would tell you who your real father was."

 

But that never happened.

 

 

I speak again.

 

"Oh my god, this is just like that fight with me and Jacob." i said out of frustration.

 

 

I realize how Jaocb must have felt. He grew up alone with his mom, no one to call his dad and eventually ended up living alone.

 

All those secrets that came out that night for him, must have been frustrating.

 

I just chose to not see it, when we fought.

 

 

I don't even know if I can trust my mom with secrets anymore.

 

And there are many, now.

 

"So wait, did you plan on taking me to go to Mumbai one day? So that I can meet my real father? And Henry was just someone to fill the spot for him, while he was here living his lonely life alone?"

 

 

Mom gets up and tries to calm me down, she grabs my arm. I jerk her away.

 

"So for real mom, did you plan for me to