DO OR DIE AFFAIR

CHAPTER SEVEN- DO OR DIE AFFAIR

WARNING: 18+ THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE

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NIGHTFALL

Dashiell's car pulled up directly in front of my estate gate, and knowing how much of a gentleman he is, I decided to sit down and wait for him to open my car door.

I shut my eyes, taking in his scent shamefully as he left the car to open my door. "Thank you for helping me. I am grateful to you," I said, holding on to my son like he was going to escape from me at that moment.

He didn't say anything, he just nodded coldly and entered the car.

As I started to walk away, I could feel his gaze etch on the back of my head. I turned back to see his car still there. "Maybe he was watching me leave," I thought as I entered the gates.

The sky was pitch black when we arrived, the only thing we could hear were trucks honking and frogs croaking. I carried my son onto my shoulders, rubbing his back and kissing his body softly. The only thing that was stopping me from bursting out tears was the fact that Dashiell was sitting close to me, and I had to maintain composure. I didn't want him to think I was an idiot, but my son, my child. "My beautiful boy," I whispered, caressing his back, before walking towards the entrance to my husband's chateau, which had street lights surrounding it.

From my rear vision, I could see someone standing and watching us from the other balcony, which I assumed to be the area connected to my husband's room.

As I walked further, I was able to see him clearly. His furious expression, coupled with his ugliness, made him unbearably ugly.

I walked through the main entrance and called two maids to bathe, feed, and prepare a room for Salem before walking over to my room to take a bath.

I hoped I wasn't going to be seeing that stupid Malek tonight. I would never want to ruin my day with ugliness.

As I neared my room, I felt like something was wrong. The long corridor that maids and workers usually shuffled through was empty and dark, but I shrugged any negative thoughts off. I just needed sleep, and this would be the best rest I have taken since I was brought to the house.

Just then, I felt someone breeze past me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around, but I didn't see anyone. "Is anyone there?" I asked, closing my fists and holding them out to punch anyone who came close to me. Just then, I felt something hard hit my head, and before my vision went black, I saw Barney's face, checking my pulse and then dragging my legs into the darkness.

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My eyes fluttered open to see myself seated on a chair, my arms and legs tied with a rope, while another rope sat on my waist, binding me to the chair.

The room I was placed in was a dark room, with one dimmed bulb over my head. I winced in pain as I felt the back of my head hurt like a million people were drumming in there.

I tried to move, to see if I could get a better look at things, but the ropes were so tight that they slashed my wrists and legs.

Just then, I heard someone walk into the room I was in, chuckling like a mad dog. It was that fool, Malek. He is the only one who could do this. "I see that you are finally awake! You slept so comfortably for a person who was being kidnapped," He gushed like there was something to be happy about.

My heart felt like it could rip open as I saw the possibility of being killed before I could give myself and my son a better life. No survival instinct kicked in; the only thing that kicked were the tears that were stinging the corner of my eyes. "Please let me go, Malek," I begged, my eyes watery.

He placed a hand under his chin and walked around where I sat, "Hm. Let me see," he goaded. "How about… No," he added, laughing.

I gulped, "I didn't do anything to deserve this,"

Malek's eyes widened as he went to stand in his former position, "You did everything to deserve this. I remember warning you to stay away from that bastard Blackwood guy, but you didn't listen. Everyone in town is talking about how I can't keep my wife still and satisfied!" He raged, his upper lip quivering. "They called me different names! They said Blackwood was enough to take away all the women I have ever dreamt of! They said Blackwood was more than enough to take away my wife," he added, in almost a whisper.

Malek comported himself, folding his arms across his chest and walking around me. "I bought you! And I heard from my father how you both stormed his mansion, demanding that disabled bastard that you bore, and Blackwood flung a check in his face! You and that son of a bitch disrespected my father!" He snarled, gripping my chin and allowing that little movement to make the ropes tear my skin.

I winced in pain as he gripped my face harshly, "Please," I begged.

"What did you give him? Your soul? Your blood? Your pussy?" He scowled and slapped my face, leading the ring that he wore to cut my face and draw blood.

Oh my God. I didn't have the upper hand, but I was tired of begging this loser. I chuckled bitterly, "All of the above," I replied, leading him to slap me several times. Every time he did, there was a new spot where blood trickled down from.

"No matter how much you hit me…" I started to say, breathlessly. "It wouldn't change the fact that you are jealous of me,"

Malek laughed, throwing his head back in a mocking way, "Me? Jealous of you? What could you possibly have that I don't?"

I shrugged, smiling emptily, "Beauty, reasoning, sanity, and the heir to the Kashem-Otto empire," I replied smugly.

Nothing prepared me for the blow that Malek dealt to my face. His chest heaved up and down, his anger was evident in the way he breathed.

I was hoping to know more about the Kashem-Otto empire from his big mouth, but he had just proved my whole point. He was jealous of Dashiell.

Just then, I heard gunshots outside. Malek immediately ran away, and then I saw Dashiell strolling into the dark room with that sour expression on his face.

He took a long look at me before caressing the place where blood dripped out from with his bare hands. He moved to untie me from the chair, then tore the hem of his dress shirt to clean the blood around my wrists and legs.

"Can you walk?" He asked, and I nodded in affirmation.

Just when I thought everything was over, I heard the sound of a gun go off, and the bullet went directly into Dashiell's chest. Then I saw Malek run away.

A scream lodged out of my throat as he fell to his knees. But before he could fall down, I held him close to me, his blood spilling on my dress as I rested his body on mine.

"Help me!" I screamed again, tears dripping down my face.

But no one came. No one heard me. The only sound I heard was the echo of my voice.