I found myself crumbling to the ground as I tried managing a seat. How could this be? His mysterious second brother, but I had heard from all that he was a cruel being, more cruel than his brother Dominic De Santos. But if the rumors stood to be true, I couldn't deny the fact that I am alive right now, all because he had rushed me to the hospital.
So, how can such be labeled cruel, and his act also? Those caring eyes, even though I knew that his attitude displayed here today was different, I couldn't help but find a slight care in those eyes.
Was I seeing it this way because I had never received such care from anybody before? Nevertheless, one thing also stood out.
I wanted revenge on Dominic De Santos, and now his brother was here. Wouldn't that just put my life in more danger? Should I really be pulling this deal?
My mind flickered through different thoughts, echoing deep as I found myself lost in a void. On one path stood my revenge, and on the other stood a dangerous path which I was sure could lead to my death if I wasn't careful.
As the few people present for my mom's funeral slowly dispersed, I found myself all alone. I gently stood up and walked to the side where my mom's picture was displayed on the wall.
"I am sorry that I couldn't be there for you, Mom. I am sorry that you died all because of me. I wanted to save you, but it seemed I ended up being the reason for your death. Nevertheless, I am not the only one to blame..."
I said, raising my downcast, sobbing gaze up, glaring at my mom's picture.
"They walk so freely like nothing ever happened. They stomped on our life. How happy things could have gone. How happy our life could have been. But no, it had to all go wrong because of them. I will make them all pay, Mom. I will surely see to it that I get justice for your death. Then, I shall earn the right to apologize to you, Mom. I don't deserve your forgiveness, not until I bring the killers to justice and make them go through the hell that I went through."
I said, wiping the little tears that crumbled down my eyes as my gaze landed on the business card in my hand.
"Adrian De Santos... This can't be it, right, Mother? I know I want revenge, but I just can't. My life has been bound under the grasp of many cruel men. I just can't find myself falling into another, and mostly him, a devil many had said he was.""
I can't judge it all by his strange caring and unreadable side. I had only known him for a minute. I mean, he had only known me for a minute also, and he was here today, offering a marriage contract, yet he refused to let me know why he brought the contract. I was a complete stranger, and he was a well-known billionaire. Why me, of all the other options he had?
He could have simply found another girl to have such a deal with, so why?
I just can't, Mom. I can't. What if the words were true? What if he was the devil himself?
My mind wavered at the very thought. It might all be true, and it might not be true. Nevertheless, I couldn't see myself taking the risk.
If I wanted revenge, I would have to find another way. I just can't simply marry a stranger.
I retracted my eyes away from the business card, releasing a sigh after. As I left, a flickered smile lingered with the very least of despair.
I made my way outside the mortuary, finding myself on the dimly lit streets. The silence that echoed around me was deafening, as not many people were outside. It seemed the night had grown late, and all were presumed to be asleep while I wandered aimlessly on the streets.
I had nothing—no money, no food, and no place to call home. An empty void was all I felt, with all the thoughts roaming in my mind, leaving my head aching in pain.
Mr. Ambrose... Really, I couldn't go back to our house. He wouldn't allow me. Hearing his words after I had called, I was sure he meant them. He saw me as a threat to his life, which could have ended like my mother's death. So, the last thing he would do was allow me to return.
But would he, if I allowed him to have his way with me? Really, am I that desperate to consider such an offer? I spat at his words, yet now I was thinking of begging him for those words back.
If I kept wandering like this without any place to go or anything to eat, I would surely die eventually. I just had to beg him—that was my only option. I had to see to it that he helped me out, no matter what he requested. I just... gosh!
I stumbled to the ground, my hand joining the rough surface as I bled. I rested my back against the wall, my eyes landing on my bleeding hands as I tried to touch it, sending an excruciating pain coursing through my veins, leaving me numb for a few seconds.
I guess I was so lost in my thoughts that I couldn't even manage proper footsteps. Now, these wounds had surely added to the pain. As I tried tearing a piece of my dress to cover up the wounds, my eyes couldn't help but notice three men standing not far from me. Come to think of it, I had seen them while stepping outside the mortuary. Could it be? No, it couldn't.
I gently stood up, managing to walk, my eyes darting back and forth, gazing at them as their footsteps grew nearer. I drifted into an alley, my eyes still glaring at my back, hoping I was wrong—that I wasn't being followed. As I turned, I caught no sight of them anymore.
I couldn't help but feel a slight relief washing over me. I guess I must have been mistaken about being followed. As I tried to tie the cloth around my wound properly, which had almost loosened up again, I decided to continue my path. My only hope was to beg my landlord and see if he could help out—at least providing me with a place to sleep just for tonight. Then, I could think of what to do next.
Limping with each step, I walked through the dark alley. Then, as I arrived at a turn, my legs froze, my face paled, and my eyes caught sight of the same three men who I had presumed were following me earlier, now standing right in front of me. I watched them draw out sharp daggers, their eyes darkening.
My heart pumped, seizing for the moment, as all my mind could echo was 'run.'
My legs slowly retreated back as theirs grew closer. The dagger they grasped was raised up, pointed for an attack.I turned, picking up speed as my legs lashed through the way. "Help...! Please help!" I yelled, hoping someone, just anybody, would come to my aid and save me.The alley was dark and deserted—nobody was there. I was left replied by my echoing words as I wandered through the alley, running. My eyes darted back as I witnessed them getting closer by the second."Catch her, don't let her escape..." they uttered to each other.My eyes became blurry with tears streaming down as my entire body was consumed by fear."Am I going to die? But why? Why are they after me? What could this possibly be..."I wondered, and then it hit me: 'The Club.'Could this be their doing? I never expected to be hunted down so quickly. I thought I still had time, a little time to get things done, plan an escape, and lay low for just a while. But it seemed my own hope was left shattered and thrown right
The faint clash of metal echoed in my ears as a sharp beam of light pierced through my eyes, forcing them to spring open.I found myself lying on the street, my body half-stained with my own blood and injuries.Another clash of metal caught my attention as my eyes focused on the coins tossed at a rubber container near me by each person passing by. It was the morning hour.A reminder of what took place last night; I managed a half-crawl and leaned against the wall, releasing a sigh. I tried to catch a proper breath as I could still feel the pain coursing through my body, which was still reeling from the trauma."That monster! I—I will make him pay; he will pay for all he has done to me and my family. He dared to hit me last night... damn him!" I yelled, my throat catching in my words as I found myself coughing uncontrollably. Some of the people passing by gazed at me, their eyes flickering with pity and disgust. I was laying here on the street, my clothes half-torn, my entire body cove
[Adrian's POV]"Please, just please let me go! I have a family, kids... I promise I won't try this again, boss..." he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.I gazed at him, his pitiful and pathetic appearance eliciting a slight chuckle from me. I bent down, my eyes fixed on his chained form lying on the ground as he sobbed uncontrollably."Why?" I questioned, my voice cold and calculating."What?" he stuttered, his face pale with terror."Why did you have to take it this far? I thought you were trustworthy, or was it just my misjudgment? Lies are told; I understand. Betrayals are made; that I understand also. But do you know why I'm angry? It's not that you wanted to sell me out to some enemies or that you were spying on me..." I whispered, approaching a nearby table and picking up a sledgehammer."What do you mean? All this isn't because of that?" he uttered, his face growing even paler."No... What really got me angry is the fact that you did it out of fear, or no, maybe the fact t
I sat down, my gaze fixed on hers. I couldn't ignore some tiny bruises I saw on her face, but it was of little concern to me. "So, I'm guessing you've come to accept my offer," I said, watching her silent presence, which persisted for a few seconds, leaving my question unanswered."If I agree, can you guarantee your help? Can I make them pay? I can make every single one of them pay," she uttered, her voice barely audible but growing louder.Her eyes were different, unlike when I first met her. They reminded me of someone—I recognized that feeling of wanting revenge, to make them pay, to rip them from flesh to flesh and watch as they beg for mercy before killing them.Gosh, how I missed that instinct!"My words don't change, nor do I break them. Agree to sign this deal, and I'll ensure all your problems are gone, and all the revenge you desire is within your grasp." I said, observing the impact of my words on her vulnerable state.I yearned to experience once more the feeling of flames
[Sierra's POV]"Follow me, dear," the woman uttered as I raised my gaze to catch a glimpse of her image. It was the same woman who had opened the door and welcomed me in with a smile.I gently stood up, following her as she led me through the hall. My eyes fell on many maids busy with their duties, tidying up the mansion. The walls were high and the halls were wide.It felt like it was going to take forever to arrive at where we were heading when I noticed a halt in the woman's footsteps. She turned her gaze, meeting mine."This is your room, my dear," she said with a smile lighting up her lips.I took a peek into the room, my legs hesitating at first before I eventually entered, taking in the room's grandeur. There was a fresh display of artwork on the wall side, a dazzling shade of steel that roamed around the area. I had never seen something as nice as that; all my nose had been able to presume for years were the scents of burnt tobacco and alcohol. I would say I had become used to
"No. Stay away!" I screamed, my hands lifted up, with my gaze downcast. Within seconds, I noticed something bright as the room became clear. My eyes caught the strange legs, which remained paused as I slowly raised my gaze, only for it to land on Adrian, gazing at me with a furrowed brow.So it was him all along. I let out a sigh of relief, lowering my hands, which had sprung up for protection, as my eyes remained fixed on his.What was he doing here anyway? And couldn't he respond when I was asking who he was? Instead, he remained quiet, walking closer, leaving my heart racing.But yet, could my reaction really be that I feared for my life? After the incident with the men chasing me, my uncle's words and cruelty, a side of fear remained lingering inside me. A display of if I don't act first, the next encounter with them could possibly be my last."Hey!" Adrian snapped me from my thoughts."W-why are you here?" I stammered, trying to catch my wordings. "What are you planning?" I quest
[Sierra’s POV]The light was low, casting shadows around the room, a suffocating silence settling over everything except for his ragged breathing. His grip tightened, the hunger in his eyes overwhelming. He worked swiftly, tearing at my clothes with each rip echoing louder in my head than it should have. His hands moved mercilessly, stripping me and positioning me roughly on the bed. Every motion felt like an assault on my dignity, each touch a violation of my sense of self.As he forced me into position, I wanted to scream, to push him away, but my body betrayed me, frozen under the weight of his control—just another man sent from the club, driven by power rather than connection.“You signed the deal,” he whispered into my ear, the words laced with venom. “There’s no escaping this. You’re mine for tonight.”I felt every push and pull, each thrust more invasive than the last. My legs ached, my body tense and trembling. Tears and an overwhelming mix of pain and confusion filled me as
After giving her the medicine as she was done taking them, I laid by her side, my grasp gently holding her like a warm hug. I didn't want to lose her.I didn't know when I eventually fell asleep. My eyes fluttered open from the rays of the sun as I shook awake.I slowly stood up, my gaze on my mom, who was still slumbering. The sight seemed to take away the ache in my heart.A knock caught my attention later, and I slowly approached the door. It was the landlord."Good day, Miss Sierra. I can see you've just woken up. I hope I didn't disturb your sleep. It's quite shocking to see you sleeping so peacefully, even though you owe me a lot," he said."I know you're here for the money, Mr. Ambrose, but I promise to get it. Please, can you give us some more days?" I pleaded."And how many more days will I always give you? I mean, this 'few days' doesn't seem to end in your calendar," he uttered as I watched his steps getting closer as he entered the house, giving a swift glance."So many th