Chapter 5

The sight was terrible and horrific. Elena had hit her head against the wall, breaking her skull in return as blood gushed freely out of her head. Elena was dead.

Andrew flinched and his heart raced the moment he saw what had happened. He ran to where Elena was and tried calling her name to wake her up but she was gone. He checked her breathing state and discovered she had truly died. His wolf reacted furiously inside of him and almost took over him after discovering that Elena had died. He grunted and pulled her close to himself, not minding Quincy staring widely at them.

He gripped her robe, calling out to her silently as tears stained his eyes. Then he regretted not stopping Quincy. He started to pick out the mistake he had made when he didn’t act fast.

“She deserves what she got,” Quincy said behind him, and a devious laughter erupted from his mouth. “If she had apologized like I asked her to do, maybe she would have survived,” he added and Andrew felt like clutching onto his neck, hitting him so much that he would meet the same demise as Elena.

“I hope you’re happy now that you finally ended the innocent girl!” he sneered, earning more laughter from Quincy.

“Innocent?” Quincy took some steps to where he was and bent over to Elena’s lifeless body. “Tch, tch, tch, so sorry for her. I wished she never died.” then he looked up at Andrew and curved his lips into a smirk. “Wrap her up, go and dispose her very well. I’ll attend to her

funeral if you plan to give her one,” he countered, and raised himself from the ground.

Andrew watched him stride out of the room and wept silently. He was heartbroken. That day was the worst day of his life. He felt dreadful, and his heart was filled with guilt. He had offended someone who had trust in him. He silently prayed for her forgiveness as he carried her dead body out of the bedroom and out to the deepest part of the woods where he secretly dug a grave for Elena and buried her of his own accord.

He stayed at her grave mourning her for the whole night, pleading with Elena to forgive him and promising that he would make sure he gets revenge on her behalf.

|Diana Parent’s House|

Diana refused to leave her room even when her parents threatened to break down her door if she didn’t come out of her room. She still didn’t mind them and stayed in her room thinking of how to get another job and get her freedom from her parents. They were haunting her, and she wasn’t ready to continue living her life the way they wanted it.

Imagine them telling her she lied about seducing a colleague and ended up getting fired. How could they possibly think of her like that? Can’t they for once trust her?

So if she was being molested, is that when they would agree that she was telling the truth? To her, her parents were unbelievable thinking she would fall to the extent of seducing someone.

She heaved a heavy sigh and got out of bed, heading for the toilet. Just then, she heard a knock on her door but she ignored it and went into the washroom to clean herself. She came back to her bedroom a few minutes later but still heard the knock. She groaned and ignored it again, but when it was getting louder she lost her sanity. “Who’s that?! Get away from my door!” she yelled, angrily.

“It’s me, Penelope,” her sister’s tiny voice came through the door.

She kept quiet for some time and continued to dress up. If it were to be anyone, she still loved her sister. Although Penelope seemed to be the cause of her suffering at her parent’s hands, she can’t bring herself to dislike her. Sadly, Penelope was still her favorite blood. “What do you want?” she asked solemnly since she knew Penelope was still at the door.

“Father and mother asked me to call you out,” Penelope answered, truthfully.

“Only that?”

There was silence from the outside for some seconds before she spoke up. “They want to discuss something important to you,” she relayed.

Diana nodded her head, “Of course, I know they want to talk to me about getting another job but they don’t have to worry about me, I’m going out to look for a job as they wish,” she uttered.

Penelope didn’t say anything and left since Diana already told her she would be coming downstairs.

A few minutes later, Diana finally got out of her room and made her way down the stairs. On getting to the bottom of the stairs, she met her family gracefully seated, waiting for her arrival.

She let out a sigh and bowed her head to greet them as she tugged her handbag over her shoulder. “I’m off to look for a job as you have requested and I promise to find one as soon as possible,” she swore but her parents didn’t show that they were happy like always.

Instead, her father called out to her, “Take your seat,” he ordered, and to avoid any acrimony, Diana obeyed her father’s instructions.

“We don’t care if you get a job or not since it won’t be useful anymore,” Daniel taunted while Diana raised her eyebrows at him, wanting to understand what he meant and Daniel didn’t take a turn in disclosing it to her. “You’ll be getting married in some days so quit the thought of finding a job and focus on looking your best for your soon-to-be husband. Also, learn to be in your good manners,” Diana disclosed while Diana gazed at him like a lifeless soul.

“Don’t stare at him that way, idiot! do what you’re told to do!” her mother snapped angrily at her.

“I don’t understand what you mean, father,” Diana divulged truthfully. “I’m getting married?!!! When?!!! To whom exactly?” she questioned, but her inquiry was answered with a hard slap landing across.