Chapter 7 She Needs Help.

In a five-star hotel, Eric anxiously paced back and forth at the presidential level.

He couldn't understand what was happening. Just yesterday his boss had been fine and then suddenly, his condition came back today. And the doctors were stumped too.

Stopping his pacing, Eric gently cracked open the door to check up on his boss. Zacharie was slumped against the bed's wood frame amongst all the wreckage and destruction in the room. His eyes were half open as he looked up at the ceiling.

The poor guy was drenched with sweat and numerous scars marred his body and on the exposed corners of his neck were black pulsing veins that wrapped around his body like beautifying vying. However, what they brought was far from beauty but rather an unbearable amount of pain to Zacharie.

"Mr. LaCroix?" Eric called out hesitantly. "Please hang in there, Madam Aubert will soon be here."

The blood of Mr. LaCroix's fiancée was said to be the only thing that could ease his illness. They were waiting for her but Madam Aubert was especially late today for no reason.

"Get...out," Zacharie growled through gritted teeth.

"But Sir-"

"I said get out!" Zacharie hissed and before Eric could retort, he got to his feet and charged at him.

"Zacharie, stop!" Before he could get his hands on Eric, Odette appeared in the doorway and yelled.

"Ms. Aubert! Thank goodness!" Eric exclaimed as he quickly rushed her way, relief washing over his as he took notice of the two bags of crimson red liquid in her hand.

"You came just in time Ma'am." He said and collected the blood as she handed it to him.

"You can leave yourself, I'll take care of him," Odette ordered.

"Ms. Aubert, I understand your worry for the master, but you know his rules. Please step outside." Eric firmly replied.

Odette looked at him with a sharp glare in her eyes and clenched jaws right before turning around and storming out of the room.

As she stood in the hallway, she folded her arms across her chest and huffed out in annoyance.

She didn't like the way Zacharie's *ssistant treated her. And what was worse is that Zacharie even overlooked it. After tonight, she was sure that she needed to be Zacharie's woman as soon as possible, otherwise, it would be a problem in her future plans.

Odette was drawn out of her thoughts when her phone vibrated against her leg. She pulled it out and glanced at the message. A grin broke out on her face.

[All the evidence has been destroyed and the doctors taken care of. Don't worry Madam, no one apart from me is ever going to know that the blood you feed Mr. LaCroix is not yours.]

Very few people knew the fact that the blood Odette fed Zacharie didn't belong her to. And she'd go to any length to make sure it remained a secret, after all, her position as his fiancée was only granted to her blood could save his life.

Only for that, he had given her all the things she had today. Her fame and fortune and even a spot amongst his company's best actresses.

But that wasn't enough. Odette wanted more! She wanted more power! More fame and fortune! And most of all, she wanted more of Zacharie!

The farthest she had ever gone with Zacharie was holding hands. He refused to kiss her, sleep with her, or even look her way whenever they were alone. She needed to do something so that he could not delay marrying her anymore.

It was known to her that Zacharie would always feel hazy for the first few hours after his condition relapse and that was her chance to seduce him and secure her spot for good!

However, that little Bubble of hers was quickly busted as her agent called her for an important audition.

With a deep sigh, she turned and headed for the lift, leaving behind a trail of frustration and annoyance.

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Meanwhile, just a few rooms away, Amelie was slowly gaining consciousness and she felt her body being thrown into a bed.

Almost immediately, she felt a gush of cold water being splashed on her face. Amelie gasped awake in shock, opening her eyes only to see the greasy face of an elderly man.

She was confused and her mind was hazy. She didn't understand where she was, nor did she remember how she got here.

"Ah, so the sleeping beauty has awakened." The man, Dylan White spoke with a creepy smile and leaned forward almost as if to place his lips on hers.

Amelie quickly scrambled back, just barely evading his attack. "Who...who are you?" She questioned.

"Why, I'm a friend of course!" The man answered.

"Friend? What friend?" Amelie questioned. "I've never met you before!"

The man's smile fell and he narrowed his eyes. "Is this a joke? Your father had agreed to send you over in order to secure our business deal. Don't try to play coy." He sneered while climbing further onto the bed.

Amelie shifted back more, wanting to put more distance between herself and the pervert. "Stay back!" She warned.

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you refuse to cooperate with me, I will." He threatened, reaching out to grab her by the wrist and pulling her towards him.

Amelie felt afraid, but more than anything, she felt repulsed. Without hesitating, she brought up her knees and hit the man with all her strength.

The man let out a scream and collapsed to the side, cupping himself and cursing out as he writhed in pain.

"f*ck! You stupid sl*t! How dare you?!" He roared out in pain and tried grabbing at Amelie again, however, she was quick to catch his hand and twist his wrist, not letting go until she heard it make a satisfying crack.

Another scream left his mouth and before he could react, she kicked him off the bed and onto the floor.

Amelie wasted no time in scrambling off the bed and rushing for the door, however, before she could get to the door, the old man's sweaty palms grabbed onto her leg pulling her down to the floor.

Amelie yelped in fear as her body came in contact with the hard marble tiles. With the wind knocked out of her, she struggled to regain her bearings.

The old man used this to his advantage and climbed back on top of her, pinning her down by the shoulder.

"Now listen here you b*tch, you're not going anywhere until I've had my way with you." He seethed with anger and used his hand to rip open her shirt, exposing her bra.

"Let me go!" Amelie shouted and struggled however, her attempts of freedom was silenced as Dylan landed a harsh slap on her cheek, stilling her movement.

"Shut up you sl*t! Don't think that you can just come in here and treat me like shit. Do you know who I am?"

"Like hell I would!" Amelie retorted back. Thanks to the slap that Dylan had given her, her mind seemed much clearer and she could think without the fog from earlier blocking her mind.

Now on her full performance, Amelie didn't give Dylan anytime to retaliate to her words, she jabbed both her fingers straight into his eyes.

The old man let out another pained scream and Amelie pushed him off of her. She stood to her feet, and this time, instead of rushing for the door, she smashed the heel of her foot straight into his private area.

"f*ck you!" Amelie spat. She was angry. She was furious and she had no qualms about showing this man how much of an enraged lioness she was.

"You think you can just take advantage of me and get away with it? Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"You...b*tch...you're going to pay for this!"

Taking a step back from the old man, Amelie pointed her hand at him.

"You...just you wait." She seethed, struggling to stay conscious as the drug began to kick in.

Her mind was now cloudy and the room was spinning, she couldn't keep her focus and her body was burning. With her remaining strength, she turned around and bolted for the door.

Amelie stumbled through the hallway, dragging her feet on the floor. She had barely gotten far when she heard Dylan begin to bark out orders to his men to look for her.

Amelie bit her lip. She needed to escape.

Amelie started trying to open any and every room she came across, hoping that she could find a room to lock herself inside. However, none of the rooms were unlocked and she didn't have enough time to figure out how to unlock the ones that were.

"d*mn it!" Amelie cursed.

At this point, Amelie could already hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching her. They were coming closer and closer, and her heart raced faster and faster with each second that p*ssed.

Amelie was just about to lose hope and consciousness altogether when she used her last strength and pulled on one of the door handles violently it came open and without warning, she tripped on her step and accidentally crashed into the muscular arms of someone.

Amelie looked up, but couldn't quite make out the face of the person's arm she was in as the room was a bit dark and her vision blurry, but she knew she had fallen into the arms of a man.

A man that looked a bit familiar.