Chapter 4 - His Wife's Name

I fell asleep with all the things going on inside my head. There was no bed or anything in this stinky room so I slept on the floor.

It was not dark at all when I woke up. And I was completely shocked when the first thing I have noticed was my free hands. They had removed the handcuffs! Even my feet were free! I almost jump in happiness.

Because I was free to move, the first thing I did was to clean my body. I could already smell the mixture of blood and sweat. I could not stay in this smell any longer.

There was a small bathroom in here. I was shocked to see a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap and shampoo in the small cabinet. I used all of them without hesitation.

Did Greval smell me? Did he find me stinky that is why he let me take a shower? Fuck him, then!

There was also a towel which I also used. I feel so fresh after.

I stared at my face in the mirror. As much as I hated to admit this, Nieva has the most fucking beautiful face I have ever seen. Her face was innocent as though she would never commit any sin. She looks like a fucking angel. That is why the first time I saw her, I wanted nothing but to scratch her soft and clear skin.

And it is not a question why she became Greval's dark obsession.

But this face is mine now...

I caressed the skin below my left breast. I had a small tattoo there before but my Dad had it removed. I just can't remember when and how did I get the tattoo. Probably when I was in Dubai, when I was still with George.

I wore the huge black shirt and boxer shorts which were placed in the cabinet.

I let out a deep sigh before I went out of the room.

But I did not expect to see the devil himself waiting outside. He was sitting on the chair while talking to his phone. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of denim pants. His eyes immediately darted at my direction.

His eyes roamed around my body as he furrowed his brows which made me smirked.

"Eat your food," he uttered coldly. I just noticed the chicken, vegetables and rice on the table as he mentioned that.

But the image of the fried rat suddenly flashed in my mind like a lightning, causing me to cover my mouth and ran towards the bathroom to vomit.

I washed my face before I went out. Greval's forehead was creased as he watched me.

"I am not going to eat," I hissed as I sat on the cold floor.

His lips pursed in a grim line, annoyed at my behavior. "Do not fucking test my patience," he hissed, gritting his teeth. He took huge strides towards me and forced me to stand up on my feet. I winced at the pain of his tight grip and glared at him but I was left with no choice but to let him dragged me towards the chair.

I sat as he remained standing beside me, glaring at me murderously.

"I will not leave unless you eat." His tone was condescending.

"I am not going to eat! I would rather die in hunger," I yelled that made him furious.

He forcefully grabbed my face, digging his fingers into my skin.

"We are still investigating you. Once I found out who is behind you and the truth behind that face you are using, your death will never be easy."

I smirked darkly. "Are you desperate to know why I look like Nieva? Or are you hoping that I'm her?" I said in a playful tone, purposely making him mad even more.

He pressed my cheek. His breathing became fast and ragged. He slammed his fist down onto the table so hard, making the tray jumped. His mouth had gone hard.

"Do not fucking bring my wife's name in this, woman. And clearly, you're not Nieva. She's far from you. Maybe, for a quick second, I admit that I hoped you're Nieva. But now, that hope is completely gone."

"Why? Still can't accept the truth, Greval? That you are alone now. And it is your fault why Nieva died. You cheated on her! And if you kill me, it would feel like Nieva's second death."

His lips parted as though he did not expect those words from me.

He was hurt so fucking bad. I know that the image of Nieva flashed in his mind. Her severely burnt body. I know that he is breaking into pieces again. And that is what I fucking want.

"I will fucking kill you." His voice trembled despite of his effort to make it hard. His gray eyes were bloodshot. I could almost see those brimmed with some tears.

"Kill me." I taunted him. "Kill me," I repeated in a more aggressive tone.

In a fast move, he pulled out his gun from his pocket and cocked it swiftly before he brought its edge directly at the side of my head.

My whole body froze when I felt the gun against my skin.

"I will pull the fucking trigger once I hear my wife's name coming out from your disgusting mouth."

Despite of my trembling form, I smirked evilly. "Your wife is dead. Move on."

Without any warning, he pulled the trigger. My body trembled when I heard the gunshot. He shot it beside my ear, an inches away from my brain. The hot smoke coming from the gun was hitting my cheek and ear.

Pulse beating in my ears, blocking out all other sound. Sweat poured down my body as I stayed still as possible. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to flee, but I remained frozen.

He aggressively pushed me. My face almost hit the floor if I just did not support my body through my elbows. My head was hanging low. I did not lift my eyes until I heard his footsteps disappearing. I was left catching my breath, shaking.