Marrying My Father&# Chapter 133: A Daughter’s Fury!

Chapter 133: A Daughter’s Fury!

Chapter 133: A Daughter’s Fury

Vanessa stord into the lobby of Blackwood Industries.

Her face was flushed, her hands trembled, but her voice was confident when she demanded, "Where is he?"

The receptionist looked up, startled. "Miss Blackwood—"

"Don’t call

that!" Vanessa snapped. "Just tell

where Henry is."

Before the receptionist could respond, the elevator doors opened, and Henry stepped out.

He looked calm, almost detached, as if he’d been expecting this confrontation.

"Vanessa, let’s go sowhere private."

"No," she said loudly, her voice rang through the spacious lobby.

"You don’t get to control the narrative anymore. You’ve already humiliated

in front of the entire world. What’s a few more witnesses?"

Henry glanced at the curious employees beginning to gather.

He sighed and motioned for her to follow him into one of the empty conference rooms.

She hesitated but eventually stord after him.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Vanessa whirled to face him, her hands clenched into fists. "How dare you?" she hissed.

Henry remained calm, his hands in his pockets. "You deserved to know the truth."

"The truth?!" she spat, raising her voice.

"You an your version of it? You stood there in court, in front of everyone, and announced to the world that I’m not your daughter. You didn’t care how that would make

feel, or what it would do to ."

Henry’s expression tightened. "I didn’t do it to hurt you."

"Then why?" Vanessa demanded, her eyes burned with tears. "Why now? Why like that?"

Henry looked away, his jaw clenching.

"Because Beatrice used you to control . She lied to

for twenty-two years, Vanessa. I thought you were mine. I built my life around that belief. But I won’t let her use you against

anymore."

Vanessa took a step back, her voice was shaking.

"So this is about revenge? Not about , not about what I deserved to know, but about punishing her?"

Henry’s eyes softened. "It’s not just revenge. I wanted you to know the truth, even if it was painful. Beatrice manipulated both of us, Vanessa. I won’t let her keep doing it."

Vanessa crossed her arms, shaking her head.

"You’re unbelievable. You always make it about you. What about ? Did it ever occur to you what it would feel like to lose the only identity I’ve ever known? To find out in a courtroom that I’m not your daughter?"

She sank into one of the chairs, her anger was giving way to a dull ache in her chest.

"All my life," she began quietly, "I thought I was part of this family. I thought I was your family. I defended you, even when people called you cold and cruel. I told myself they didn’t understand you, but maybe they were right. Because a real father wouldn’t do this to his daughter."

Henry leaned against the table. "I was your father," he said softly. "In every way that mattered, I was. But I can’t keep living a lie, Vanessa."

He could see the pain in her eyes, the betrayal in every word she spoke.

And she was right—he had humiliated her. But he hadn’t known what else to do.

For years, he had believed Beatrice’s lies.

He’d poured ti, money, and affection into a family that wasn’t truly his.

And when the truth ca out—when the DNA test confird his worst suspicions—he felt like the ground had shifted beneath him.

"I didn’t know how to tell you," he finally admitted.

"And maybe I handled it wrong, but I wasn’t going to keep lying to you."

Vanessa’s laugh was bitter. "You didn’t handle it wrong, Henry. You didn’t handle it at all. You just threw it out there like it didn’t matter, like I didn’t matter."

Vanessa stood again, her shoulders squared.

"But you know what? I’m not going to let this destroy . You’ve taken enough from

already—my sense of belonging, my identity, my family. You and mother deserve each other."

Henry frowned. "Vanessa, you’re smarter than this. Don’t let Beatrice’s lies define who you are."

"Don’t lecture

about strength," she yelled at him.

"I’m done with you, Henry. You’re not my father, and I don’t want anything to do with you."

Her words hit harder than he expected.

Henry opened his mouth to respond but stopped himself.

What could he say? She was right to be angry, and she had every right to walk away.

Henry closed the door and sank into a chair, staring blankly at the table.

He had thought that exposing Beatrice would bring him so asure of peace, but it hadn’t.

His hand clenched into a ball.

Beatrice had lied to him, used him, and dragged him into this ss.

But he wasn’t blaless, either. Vanessa had been his daughter in every way that mattered, and now she was gone, too.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

He put a cigar into his mouth. "Beatrice killed her uncle, her brother, Helen, Liam, and probably will do the sa with Vanessa..."

She wasn’t his to worry about. His real daughter was Eira, and she was the only one whom he wanted to love.

But Eira’s hate towards him wasn’t going away, no matter how much he tried.

"I can’t give up just yet..."

As Vanessa exited the building, the cool air hit her face, grounding her.

The paparazzi sward her imdiately, firing off rapid questions.

"Vanessa, how do you feel about the court revelations?"

"Do you plan to cut ties with Henry Blackwood?"

She ignored them, slipping into the waiting car.

As the door shut, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

She didn’t know what her next step would be, but she knew one thing for certain: she was done being a pawn in their gas.

She took her phone and dialed Eira’s number again. "She better pick up," she muttered.

"Yes?" Eira answered her phone.

"I want to help you bring everybody down," she said, so motivated.

"I thought you already did..."

"Yes, but I had hope before. Now, I want to help you put them both in jail."