Clyde's words hung in the air, a sense of foreboding settled over me like a dark cloud, threatening to suffocate me with its weight. I had braced myself for the worst, expecting him to demand that I betray Carmine, to take his revenge on him in the most ruthless way possible.I had prepared myself for the possibility that he would ask me to divulge all of our inside secrets, to tear down everything we had worked so hard to build. But when he uttered those unexpected words, asking me to marry him, I was caught off guard, my mind struggling to comprehend what I had just heard.For a moment, I told myself that I must have misheard him, that surely he couldn't be serious. But the look in his eyes told me otherwise, a glint of determination that sent a chill down my spine.I blinked in disbelief, the shock of his proposal reverberating through me like a thunderclap. Marry him? The mere thought was preposterous, absurd.I couldn't believe my ears. Surely, I must have misheard him. There was
My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I fought to suppress the surge of anger bubbling within me. I despised the way Clyde always acted as though he were the master of the universe, as though he had the right to dictate the lives of those around him with impunity.I loathed him with every fiber of my being, despised the very sight of him and the arrogant smirk that seemed permanently etched onto his face. How dare he presume to think that I would bow to his every whim, just because he had taken me hostage in this godforsaken place?"Then I'm not following your order," I declared, my voice trembling with barely-contained fury as I made to stand from my seat. But before I could rise, Clyde exerted pressure on my shoulders, forcing me back down into my place with a strength that belied his casual demeanor."I'm not done yet," he murmured, his tone dripping with malice as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. And in that moment, as his words hung heavy i
I paced back and forth across the room, my mind racing with a thousand questions and doubts. What could possibly be driving Clyde to offer such a deal? There had to be some ulterior motive, some hidden agenda lurking beneath the surface. After all, I knew him well enough to understand that he wouldn't do anything unless it served his own selfish interests.But try as I might, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something I was missing, some crucial piece of information that would unlock the mystery behind his sudden proposal. I racked my brain, searching for any clue that might shed light on his true intentions, but the answers remained frustratingly elusive.One thing was for certain: marrying Clyde was not an option I was willing to entertain. The very thought sent a shiver of revulsion down my spine, the idea of binding myself to him in such a way filling me with a sense of dread and foreboding. No, whatever his reasons may be, I was determined to find another way out of thi
As Susan's probing questions continued, a flicker of suspicion ignited within me. Why was a mere maid so invested in the affairs of the master and his guests? Her persistent inquiries hinted at a hidden agenda, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye.Determined to uncover the truth, I decided to test the waters, gauging her reaction to my next words carefully. With a calculated air of nonchalance, I casually mentioned Clyde's proposition, watching closely for any telltale signs of surprise or alarm."I think I'm going to agree with the deal he offered me," I declared, my tone deliberately casual as I awaited her response.To my surprise, Susan's reaction was anything but subtle. Without missing a beat, she cut straight to the chase, her question sharp and direct."What deal?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.A small smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched Susan's reaction unfold. ‘There she goes,’
Susan's desperation was palpable as she struggled against my grip. She knew, just as well as I did, that she had no escape now. Even if she managed to wriggle free from my grasp, the danger loomed over her like a shadow. Clyde held all the cards, and I could easily tip the scales against her at any moment. I watched her with a mixture of pity and disdain as she pleaded. It was a pitiful sight, really, to see someone so utterly powerless in the face of their own demise. But I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not for a second. Susan's fate rested in my hands, and I held all the power. "Only by revealing the truth can you save yourself," I uttered, my voice dripping with icy resolve. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air. Susan's eyes widened, a flicker of fear dancing within them, as she mustered the courage to respond. Her voice trembled, betraying the doubt that lingered in her mind. "But how can I possibly trust you?" she questioned, her words laced with skeptici
I released my grip on Susan's arms, taking a step back to put some distance between us. As I studied her face, searching for any flicker of doubt or confusion in her eyes, I found nothing but emptiness staring back at me. Her gaze was blank, devoid of any emotion, her eyes as neutral as a blank canvas. "Why on earth would you help me?" I questioned, my voice laced with a hint of suspicion. A slight furrow formed on my brow as I continued, "I haven't the faintest idea who you are or who you work for." My words hung in the air, a mix of curiosity and caution. Susan's expression remained unreadable as she met my gaze, her silence stretching on for what felt like an eternity. For a moment, I wondered if she would even answer my question, if she would continue to play her games and keep me in the dark. But then, finally, she spoke. "I have my reasons," she replied cryptically, her voice barely above a whisper. I narrowed my eyes at her vague response, feeling a surge of frustration bubb
As I stood there, my heart pounding against my ribcage, I was utterly shocked. The words she spoke seemed to hang in the air, surreal and unbelievable. At first, I couldn't fathom that any of it could be true. How could it? She wanted me to go with her, to meet her master. A master who, to my astonishment and horror, turned out to be none other than my own father. The same father who had cast me aside the moment I drew my first breath, who had never shown me an ounce of love or compassion. The very same man who had orchestrated the demise of my beloved mother. The enormity of her request weighed heavily on my mind. To confront the man who had caused me so much pain, who had shaped my life in ways I couldn't begin to comprehend, seemed like an insurmountable task. As I weighed my options, the thought of marrying Clyde solely for the purpose of revenge seemed like a tempting prospect. After all, what better way to make him pay for the pain he had caused me than to tie him to me for li
My heart pounded in my chest as I stood my ground, refusing to back down in the face of Susan's thinly veiled threats. "And why's that?" I pressed, my voice steady despite the roiling emotions churning within me. "What are you going to do if I don't listen?" Susan's gaze bore into mine, her eyes glittering with a mixture of defiance and apprehension. Before she could utter another word, I felt a surge of anger welling up inside me, fueling my actions. Without hesitation, I raised my hand and delivered a sharp slap across her face, the sound echoing in the tense silence that enveloped us. She recoiled in shock, her hand flying to her cheek as she staggered backward, her composure shattered. But I refused to relent, my resolve steeling as I faced her head-on. "Else what?" I challenged, my voice dripping with contempt. "Your master won't forgive me?" A bitter laugh escaped my lips, tinged with a hint of irony. "Or how about I don't forgive him for making my life hell all these years?"