Chapter 2 Pushed out

"What's this?" She asked with shaky breaths.

Lorraine looked at Marcel before looking back at Leslie. "Oh, this...we were just having some fun. I don't see anything wrong with having fun with my man."

Leslie blinked in confusion and looked at Marcel. "Does Marcel have a twin that I don't know about?"

Lorraine chuckled and shook her head. "No. This is Marcel."

Leslie swallowed and shook her head, a hard ache seizing her head. "I don't understand, Leslie. What the hell is going on here? You both have been doing this behind my back?" She attacked, even though she was still in disbelief.

Lorraine was her most trusted person. Her sister. Her light when she's in the dark. Always there for her. What the hell is she seeing in front of her?

"Behind your back, ah?" Lorraine scoffed. "He was never yours, Leslie. You both being together is just a means to an end."

Leslie looked at the both of them in confusion. "What?"

Marcel grabbed Lorraine's waist making her giggle, and placed a kiss on her cheek in front of Leslie who was shaking where she stood. "Lorraine has always been my girlfriend. The woman I love, not you."

Lorraine nodded in agreement. "Yep."

Leslie stared at the both of them. Feeling like the confusion was about to explode in her brain. "This isn't...this is all confusing, I'm probably still on the bed dreaming."

They both laughed like it was a joke. "You're not dreaming, sissy. Remember yesterday evening we went out?"

She gave Lorraine a dull expression.

"We spiked your juice a little, enough to make you so dizzy and confused." She informed.

Leslie furrowed her brows. "And why?"

Lorraine handed over a file. "Because of this."

Leslie took it and opened it. It was a deed of sale. Her mouth fell open as she saw her signature under it. "What?" She flipped all the pages and looked at her with widened, glossy eyes.

Lorraine nodded and snatched it from her hand. "Yeah. You blindly handed everything to me, Leslie. I've tried so many ways to achieve that but nothing ever worked with you, until yesterday."

A vortex of amplified sadness engulfed her, tears rolling down her eyes at the realization that seem to be heartlessly dawning on her.

Lorraine shook her head and walked back into the room.

Marcel leaned himself against the door frame. "I'm sure you know that's enough to know you've lost everything."

Leslie looked at him and gave him a sound slap on the face, causing his head to hit the frame of the door. "How dare you? How could you do this to me, Marcel?"

Lorraine came out of the room, dressed in a pajama gown. "You have no right to put your filthy hand on Marcel, Leslie." She lashed out, standing face to face with Leslie.

Leslie's face contorted as she stared at Lorraine with eyes blinded by tears, brain filled with images of betrayal and deceit. "I...trusted you, Lorraine. How could you do this to me?"

"How could I?" Lorraine asked like she's heard the most absurd thing. "I was supposed to be the new CEO of PatelCorps, but instead it was handed to you, Why? You were the biological daughter. They adopted me when they thought they couldn't have kids, and voila, you appeared and ruined it all! It was all supposed to be MINE!!" She yelled out loud.

Leslie was breathing heavily and shook her head. "I didn't know you felt that way, Lorraine. You could have..."

"Told you? Because that sounds okay in your ears? Or you're gonna give me everything that I want?" Lorraine questioned in anger.

"Lorraine..."

"Leave this house." Lorraine dismissed, pointing at the door.

"What?" Leslie blurted out.

"This house now belongs to me, everything belongs to me, so when I tell you to leave, you leave." She said with anger flaming in her eyes.

Leslie was short on words to say. All she could do was stare.

Lorraine chuckled darkly. "So, you want me to do it the hard way, ah?" She dragged Leslie's hand unexpectedly and walked her toward the stairs.

"What are you doing, Lorraine?" Leslie asked as she was forced to walk and then they both stopped close to the stairs with her breathing heavily. "Are you pushing me out of the house? My own father's house?"

Lorraine chuckled. "A shock, right?"

Marcel walked toward them. "Maybe we should let her give birth first."

Lorraine looked at him in disbelief. "Give birth? Who said I needed the child, Marcel? It was a means to our plans and it has served its purpose."

Marcel sighed. "It's still mine, Lorraine."

Lorraine shook her head. "Any child that's gonna be yours will be coming from me and no one else." She uttered with a hardened gaze and looked back at Leslie.

She felt like a fool at that point in time. Realizing all these while, she was used. Her pregnancy was also planned. It was all baffling. Her own sister and a man she thought loved her. It was all planned. The coincidence of how they met, everything. Her hands tightened into fists as she boiled in anger and resentment.

"Leave, Leslie. This is no longer your father's house but my house. I do not want you here."

Leslie frowned. "How can you be so heartless? After everything..."

Lorraine grabbed her hand and almost pushed her down the stairs, thankfully, Marcel stopped her as she was about to slip. Leslie was in shock at that moment, her heart beating painfully in her chest.

Lorraine pushed Marcel off Leslie and dialed some numbers. "Since you want it the hard way, then, I'm calling security to drive you out of my house."

Leslie looked at her in disbelief, the hatred oozing out of Lorraine toward her. It was like they were never sisters. For twenty-one years she's been with her, it was like even the love she felt from Lorraine was all fake.

She heard the door downstairs open and she turned, seeing the security was different from the one they had. "You changed them?" Leslie noticed, looking back at Lorraine.

"One thing about being a boss. You have the authority to fire anyone." Lorraine said with a smirk written on her face.

Leslie blinked and looked at the both of them. She didn't know what to do. She was helpless.

"Take her out," Lorraine ordered the men behind Leslie.

She quivered as she felt their hand on her hands, her eyes glaring at her so-called sister and so-called Fiancee.

"Wait..." Lorraine stopped them as they were about to turn. "Hand me the ring." She demanded, stretching her hand.

Leslie sighed, removed the ring from her hand, and threw it on the floor. "But before I leave, I need to take my things with me."

Lorraine chuckled. "Your things? Everything in this house is mine. Get her out." She said, before walking away.

Leslie sniffed, her gaze meeting Marcel before she was taken off the stairs and dragged outside, trying to struggle out of their hold, but she couldn't.

They locked the gate against her and her sobbing began. She felt lost at that moment as she stared at her own home. It was unbelievable. Everything that happened was shocking.

How could she have let this all happen? She felt like a fool. She shivered as a sudden breeze passed by her, looking her left and right as she wondered where to go. She had nowhere since she had nothing.

Even everything under her name was given to Lorraine. What kind of a thing did they give to her that made her easily succumb? How didn't she notice it all? How was she so stupid?

She placed her hands on her waist and dragged her legs toward the main road and out of the street. She could try to meet a friend for help in the main time, and try her best to completely wrap her head around what happened.

No matter what, she won't let this slide.

As she walked, getting to the main road, she was getting weaker, trying her best to keep her mind away from it but she couldn't. Her eyes were heavy with tears. She used her hands to cover it, trying hard to control herself from crying, but her heart couldn't take it.

All of a sudden, she heard a screech making her stop on her track, bringing a shock that turned her whole being to jelly.

She froze at the spot, staring at the car in front of her that almost ran her over, everyone around was watching.

A man alighted from the backseat of the car and walked closer to her, but as he got to her, she fainted.