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?"
A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips as Susan leaped out of the window, her form disappearing into the inky blackness below. Without a moment's hesitation, I sprinted towards the open window, my heart pounding in my chest as I frantically wished to save her. But before I could reach her, a deafening thud echoed through the room, freezing me in my tracks. Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach as I realized the source of the sound, my hands trembling uncontrollably at the thought of what awaited me below. As I stood there, rooted to the spot, a cacophony of noises erupted from outside the window, assaulting my senses with their intensity. The once peaceful day air was now filled with the chaotic symphony of distant gasps, shouting voices, and the unmistakable wail of approaching danger. It was chaos outside, people running in every direction, their hurried footsteps echoing off the walls, mingling with the occasional scream from the maids. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood f
I took a long, deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, and I knew I needed to say something, to make him believe me. “I didn't push her, that's true," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "But..." Clyde’s eyes never left mine, his face set in a serious, unwavering expression. "But what?" he asked, his tone gentle yet firm, urging me to continue. “But maybe I'm the reason," I admitted, the words spilling out of me in a rush. Clyde's eyebrows knit together in confusion, but he didn’t interrupt. His silence was a prompt, urging me to explain. “I mean," I continued, taking another shaky breath, "I didn’t physically push her, but I feel like I might have set things in motion. Maybe if I had acted differently, been more aware, this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe there was something I could have done to prevent it." And without wasting a second, he said, "No, you're not responsible for her death." His voice was firm, almost commanding, and it
I wanted him to leave me alone, but no matter how loudly I yelled at him to get out, he wouldn't listen. Clyde just stood there, a stubborn and unyielding presence in my room. His eyes held a mixture of determination and something darker, something I couldn't quite place. It made my skin crawl. "Should I start distributing our wedding cards since you denied to go back to your dad?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Each word he spoke felt like a sharp jab, cutting deeper into the wounds I was desperately trying to heal. Clyde paused, his gaze never leaving mine. Then he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost seductive whisper. "This only means one thing." My breath hitched as his words hung in the air between us, heavy and suffocating. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He continued, his voice barely audible now but laced with an intensity that sent chills through me. "That you want to take revenge on him for d
Clyde continued, seemingly relishing my shock. "She knew I was coming back for a reason," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "And since I'm smarter than Carmine, I used her for my own benefit." His self-satisfaction was infuriating. The way he spoke about manipulating Susan, as if it were some grand achievement, made my blood boil. He was playing a twisted game, and we were all just pawns to him. "You're so devilish," I spat, unable to contain my disgust. "And you shouldn't be proud of this." Clyde shrugged nonchalantly, as if the weight of his words meant nothing to him. His casual demeanor only fueled my frustration. "Don't be jealous because I'm smarter than your lover," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "He's not my lover," I snapped, the denial bursting out before I could stop it. My face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Clyde always had a way of getting under my skin, twisting my words and emotions to suit his own purposes. Clyde's smirk
It had been a week since I arrived here, and the days seemed to stretch on endlessly, each one more suffocating than the last. Clyde had wasted no time in making his intentions clear—he wanted me to marry him. I hadn’t said yes, not immediately. But how could I outright refuse when the truth had come crashing down on me like a tidal wave? My father, ruthless and unyielding, was hell-bent on destroying Carmine, all because of me. The thought of Carmine fighting a battle he hadn't asked for, one he was drawn into just because he cared for me, twisted my insides with guilt. Every day I spent here, isolated and under Clyde's watchful eye, only amplified the helplessness gnawing at me. And now, as I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of everything pressed down on me. The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. This was the time when Clyde and I were supposed to have dinner together, a routine that had quickly become a daily rit