Chapter Two: Pretentious Act

I pretended to be asleep the whole time the emergency came to the scene. There were clamors of people panicking around me when I was being carried towards the emergency car. The last thing I heard was the hospital staff conversing about which room I would be confined, a doctor being assigned to me, and the nurses tending me to the designated room.

“Is she going to be fine, doctor?” a dark, deep voice from entering the door that opened emerged from my hearing.

“Are you related to her?” another male voice asked. “Are you her husband?”

“No, but I was the one who hit her.” 

My spine tingled when I realized that it must be Dark Vergara. I cleared my throat in silence and listened to the conversation intently. Dark must be talking with a doctor who was assigned to me.

“All in all, she is okay. She seems not to be fractured from any parts of her body; her brain was not damaged; and there were no bruises nor injuries found,” the doctor stated. “Once she wakes up, you can talk to her.”

“That’s weird…” Dark commented with a suspicious tone. “I swear that I heard her being hit by the car…”

“We’ll see some further findings the next session we examine her,” the doctor said.

“Thank you, doc,” Dark said.

After a minute, I did not hear anything anymore except the closing of the door as if someone had gone outside. Relieved for the fact that I thought there was no one inside, I was about to open my eyes when suddenly, a ringing of a phone engulfed the room. There was still someone in here, dang it!

“Hello? Yes, this is Dark,” Dark’s voice introduced. “I cannot attend to the headquarters right now. I have something to take care of.”

Headquarters? Must be his gang…

I wonder what establishment he is secretly building that my father is suspicious about. Maybe he wants me to be inclined with Dark so that I can be close to him and get information about his plans that might be bad in the city. For some reason, Dark Vergara’s reputation being a powerful mafia boss is loud in the world of politics, but I heard that he is still a great and intelligent entrepreneur despite the number of murders he and his gang committed. After all, the country’s justice system is too weak to eliminate the kinds of him.

After a while, a pair of shoes slowly walked towards my bed until I felt a presence beside me. I knew it was Dark, and his stares sent shivers through my spine. I heard him pull a metallic chair until he could already see me close up. I may have not completely opened my eyes, but I know he is examining me. I just have to act effectively.

When I was beginning to get uncomfortable by the fact that he was watching me, I slowly opened my eyes. I meant to make it look like weak. I moved my head to see the whole face of Dark Vergara. And for some reason, I got mesmerized by how godly handsome he was, making me part my lips in amazement.

Dark Vergara was reported to be known as the handsome and daring entrepreneur in society. Each party he goes to, most women flock around him just to know and talk to him. I don’t recall hearing that he had relationships, but it is undeniable to confirm that he was indeed attractive.

From his almond brown eyes, pointed and sharp nose, thin red lips, strong and chiseled jaw, and perfect squared face shape. His shoulders also blocked my sight from the drawers behind him because they were incredibly broad. Currently, he is also wearing his black corporate suit with a pair of black shoes. I have always been into mestizo guys, but my perception towards brown-skinned men was shifted because Dark was hot in his Moreno color. His hairstyle was also pompadour, and goodness, he smelled good!

Suddenly he moved when he saw something from my lips. He grabbed a tissue from the side table and wiped it from my lips as if I had a speck of dirt on it.

“You’ve got saliva dropping from your mouth,” he said huskily and shot his eyebrow. “I did not know that my car has also rabies for you to be infected.”

I wanted to frown because of his sarcasm, but I stopped myself so that he would not guess me pretending.

“I… I’m sorry,” I whispered with a meaningful weak voice and blinked sadly in repetition. “But who are you?”

He sighed. “I am Dark Vergara. I was the one who hit you with my car,” he said.

“W-What? I was hit by… your car?” I stuttered.

“Yes,” he said and nodded. “Look, miss, I don’t want to waste time here. I am just glad that I did not kill you.”

I almost threw up. How could a murderer like him be concerned if I was dead or not?

“And you also had a diary on the road,” he said, grabbing my diary from the side table so he could offer it to me. “Why were you running in the middle of the road, by the way? Were you trying to kill yourself?”

The way he was asking me, he was more likely interrogating me; not sympathetic or the other way around. So if I want to be more believable, I have it to pull a convincing act.

“I was trying to kill myself,” I said and sighed solemnly, my eyes dropping on the diary that I accepted from him. “Because… I don’t remember anything…”

“Huh?” he mumbled in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“I got into a car accident and a man claimed to be my husband. Since I didn’t remember anything, I easily believed him and lived in his house. But every day, he always hurt and violated me until I ran away and got in here now… with you,” I said and raised my eyes again. “I want to remember my past because the only thing I got is my diary.”

Okay… shit. How did I come up with that stupid story?