Fired Bullet

Staring at her with unadulterated ridicule, he turned away and was about to leave when Sylvia grabbed his wrist. At that, he faced her with those unfriendly cold eyes.

Sylvia froze. She didn’t understand what gave her the courage to stop him.

Her throat felt dry as she voiced out, “Explain. Did you set the fire.”

He shook off her hand and looked at her as though she was something filthy prior to scowling and uttering, “Don’t touch me.”

Then, he stepped closer to her. His breath that fell on her face caused her heart to beat rapidly, and he said, “This is merely the beginning.”

His threat made her blood go cold, knowing he meant each of those words. Sylvia didn’t have the desire to deal with the fire and decided to not move in at Liam’s place. Her mother can deal with this on her own.

Reaching into a conclusion, she nodded her head and then smiled at him.

“I will stay out of your way. You can have my Mom if you want,” she honestly vocalized, not exactly worried about the women.

He sneered.

“Pathetic,” he commented.

“Good luck in trying to get my Mom to leave. She can be, well, pretty clingy,” Sylvia said before fleeing away from that scene.

What attractive!? She must be nuts to think of the psychopath like that!

°°°

Everyone was evacuated from the venue after the fire spread, and unfortunately, due to widespread damage, the event was cut short.

Liam was beyond mad. The thick tension in the car and his clenched jaw was enough to indicate that. On the other hand, her mother wore a pout, clearly upset by how her dream wedding was ruined.

Sylvia held in her urge to roll her eyes at her mother’s immature attitude.

Seated beside the driver, Sylvia took out her phone and began to scroll through it when Liam’s phone rang. From the rear-view mirror, she saw his face darken as he received the call.

“Found him?”

“If he resists, tie him up and drag him to the mansion.”

Sylvia shuddered at the fierce tone. Seeing how he raised his eyes to stare at rear-view, Sylvia felt as if she got caught and turned to hurriedly look the other way. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest due to nervousness.

°°°

Sylvia was astounded by the large mansion that stood proudly before her. The lawn was neatly maintained, and she could somewhat spot the garden behind the mansion. The guards stood at their positions, wearing a stern expression, and each of them were armed.

Once again, she wondered the identity of Liam.

She followed the housekeeper into the mansion. Her mother hurried away with Liam by pulling him along. Struck with wonder, she felt intimidated by the grand place.

Soon enough, she was led to her room. The room was large and had two quarters. One was for her sleeping, and the other served for other purposes. Seeing the shades of silver and blue around the room, Sylvia wondered if her mother was behind this.

“If you need anything, Miss Sylvia, simply ring the bell, and a maid will be at your service.”

Hearing the word maid caused the corner of her lips to twitch.

“Yes, I understand. Thank you.”

With that, the housekeeper left, and Sylvia was by herself to look around the room. No expenses were spared in decorating the room, and seeing a canvas that was placed at one corner of the room, she felt excited.

A shelf holding various colors of paint and many types of brushes was beside it.

“Whoa! This man is generous!” Sylvia commented.

Eager to try out the supplies, she started to sketch an outline on the white canvas. Searching for an inspiration, she thought back to those fierce blue eyes, and all of a sudden, she found her hand having its own mind.

She badly wanted to paint Blake despite how wrong it felt. After much contemplation, she decided that this was a must because of how perfectly carved his features were. It wasn’t as if he would ever find out about it.

Therefore, with much guilt which was soon overtaken by excitation, she started to draw his picture. Busy with that, she hardly noticed the time as it passed by. Only when the hunger crawled at the pit of her stomach did she stop her actions.

She stared at the half finished product on the canvas, and it was a pity that she would not be able to do justice to his visuals. Nonetheless, she had to admit that she did a great job at drawing the details in those attractive eyes of his.

Deciding to pause the drawing for a while to get something to eat, she placed a white clothing on the canvas to cover it and looked at the time. It was one in the night, and doubting anyone would be awake at this time, she decided to not ring the bell.

She didn’t want anyone to wake up for the sake of her hunger.

Earlier, the housekeeper showed her where the kitchen was, and she decided to grab something edible from there. Letting out a yawn, she stretched her arms before walking over to the door and opening it.

Stepping outside, she shuddered at how eerily silent the grand mansion was. The dim lighting made it further scary. Sylvia thought about going back to her room. She wasn’t good with horror.

However, she reasoned with herself on how heavily guarded the place was and not to entertain these absurd ideas whilst walking out of the hallway. As she was about to make her way over to the staircase, she heard two sets of voices.

Creases appeared between her eyebrows as she looked down from the railings. Upon squinting her eyes, she realized that the two people were Liam and Blake. That’s when, the slap resonated through the mansion.

Seeing how harshly Liam slapped Blake— enough to get Blake to stumble— a gasp escaped from her lips. The silent surrounding carried her voice well, and not wanting to be in a compromising position, she instantly bent down to hide behind the railings.

“Who is there?” asked Liam.

Sylvia’s heart drummed against her chest and hoped to get out of this situation unnoticed. Just as she was cursing at her stomach on choosing to get hungry at this timing, the sound of bullet being fired resounded.

Before Sylvia could react, she felt a sharp pain in her arm due to the bullet grazing against the area before it embedded itself in the wall behind her. Sylvia fell back at that.

Shock was clear on her features as she grabbed on to her wounded arm. Because of how new this was to her, it took her a while to process this before she revealed herself, not wanting to get shot at again.

Standing up, she noticed both Liam and Blake were looking at her. Blake held on to a gun, and if she wasn’t the victim of it, she would find him charming. Her throat felt dry, and she stared at them in fear.

Who were they actually? Just who fired bullets at will like this?

Her features paled, and she let out an almost inaudible apology before rushing away.

Blake scoffed upon seeing her running away figure.

“How pathetic!”