Love in captivity:mafians claim

Ava's POV

"So, what makes you think that we'd actually accept you as a part-time teacher here in our University?" asked one of the interviewers to me.

With my hands shaking, I took a deep breath and faced her confidently, at least that's the definition of confidence for me. Then I opened my mouth, "I am

actually...err... I'm a straight A student from kindergarten until now.

And I am also running for the highest rank in our class now. I really like children and I love teaching them...".

You can do it, Ava. No need to be nervous, you can do it, girl.

The woman and the man beside her looked at each other and nodded, "So,Thompson is your surname? Do you have any relationship with Mr. Edward Thompson?"

"Yes, he is my father."

Both of their eyes widened upon hearing what I just said.

They quickly stood up and bowed their heads at me, "G-Good Morning, Miss Thompson ".

"N-No, you don't have to be so polite to me. I'm just an applicant here, and so I just want to know if I get in?" I asked them with my fingers crossed and my heart beating incredibly loud that it could actually jump off my chest right now.

"Of course, Miss Thompson! You are in! You can now teach in our school whenever you want to start!".

"R-Really?! Oh, thank you so much, you don't know how much this means to me, thank you so much!".

"Y-You're Welcome, Miss Thompson, it's also an honor for us to have you here in our institution."

I was jumping enthusiastically as soon as I stepped out of that room. Teaching children has been my dream ever since I was a child, it was my mom's dream for me too, before she died.

And now it has already come true! I'm sure she's so happy for me.

Although I think the only reason why I got in was because of my surname, Thompson. My father, Edward Thompson, is known to be one of the richest men here in New York City.

But that doesn't mean I am rich too. Everything that he has, they don't really belong to me.

I'm just his daughter with one of their maids before whom he had a one-night stand with even though he already had a wife.

Afraid that dad's parents would get mad and shoo him away from their family, mom decided to just leave their mansion and escape to hide me from them.

She lived in a place where she thought everyone wouldn't be able to find her but she was wrong, because my grandparents are so rich that they can hire anyone just to locate where she is.

They took me away from my mother, I escaped their house when I was ten years old and went back to my mother but they took me back again.

Mom also told me to just stay at my father's house too. Then one day, she had a heart attack and died, I went to her burial, alone.

Until then, I lived at my father's house.

Their enormous mansion that could actually have a hundred families to live in.

If you're thinking that I live a wealthy and happy life since I'm a Thompson, then you are all wrong, they don't treat me as one of them anyway.

I do all the things that maids do, I serve them, wash their clothes, bring their clothes, carry their bags, water the plants, wipe the windows, floors, anything.

That's the consequence of living inside their house. "Hey Ava, where the hell did you go again?" Cathrina asked me as soon as I stepped inside the mansion.

"I applied for a job." I simply replied.

Catherina the oldest daughter of my father and his wife, his first and legal wife.

They have two daughters and one son in total who are, of course, way older than me. "A job? Why? Do you still need money even if dad's already giving you a monthly allowance?".

"It's not about the money, I really want to teach children ever since."

She just rolled her eyes, "Oh whatever, do what you want, just don't forget to do my assignments.

Tomorrow will be the deadline for all of that."

"Okay."

"Hey Ava!" There goes Cindy, the second to the oldest daughter of my father.

"Buy all of these, okay? I need that in my school tomorrow, I need that in my school tomorrow, and also, don't forget to go to Harold's house and tell him that I'm already breaking up with him.”

My eyes widened as I looked at her with confusion, "Why don't you just break up with him in person?".

"Shut up! Just tell him! I don't want to waste my time with his drama again!".

Cindy has the habit of dating different boys in her school, then breakup with them after a week, but what's worst is that I am the one who talks to his boyfriend and tells them that she wants a breakup.

I always have to make up stories and find possible reasons why she wants a breakup.

I just suppressed a sigh then I was about to go to my room and change my clothes when I suddenly saw Gabriel walking towards me with a smile on his face. "Geb!"

"Ava! You need to hear this new song that I composed!" he said, enthusiastically. Geb is two years older than me and really loves music.

Out of all the siblings I have, he's the one I'm closest to.

"Alright, I will just change my clothes and then we'll listen to it later, okay?".

"Okay! I'll wait for you at my studio."

"Okay!" Then I finally opened the door of my room and went inside with a smile on my face.