Hate You

Josalina POV

My head was aching and my eyes were heavy. I could feel me choking myself to death. It was difficult to breathe and I moved my hand on the bed uncomfortably. However, my movement was restricted due to a huge load on my bed. Series of last night crossed my mind and I could feel my blocking breath again.

I tried openeing my heavy eyes and it felt terrible. I just wish that I am in my room and the moment I looked at the ceiling fan, I was relieved. However, I turned to my left to check what exactly is on my bed and I stopped breathing....

My eyes went wide open as I saw his face. He has black hairs, all messed up now because he was sleeping, he has a perfect jawline and I have always admired it. Five years ago when he was my boyfriend, I loved licking his jawline. His face has gotten a bit more muscular and his arm was folded and I could see his muscles which were incredible. However, it was not the time to think about the charms of a monster, I should better escape before Stephan wakes up.

I slowly crawled my legs out of my bed and I was dragging my body out when his thick strong hand caught my skinny arm. I closed my eyes in despair because now there is no escape. I have to accept it. Also, where would I go, I have nothing left except this house after my parents ugly death. Hence, I decided to face the monster, Stephen.

I turned around and saw his black eyes staring at me. He was smiling and I could smell his stinking means behind it. I held his hand and tried removing them from my arm but his grip only got tight.

"Mr Richards, please behave yourself. First of all, this is my house and you are not invited here plus you have crossed your limit by finding your comfort beside me.", I said roughly.

My rough words should be a slap on his face but on the contrary he pulled me and pushed me on the bed. He grabbed both my arms hurting me and burying his fingers in my skin. I screamed in pain but he didn't care as he crossed my arms, got over me and pulled my chin to make me look at his face.

"You challenged me to leave my empire you murderer. Since it was your challenge, I will stay here and you are my maid", he said.

With every word his piercing gaze narrowed and his strength on my arm increased.

"I am not a murderer, I have already told you that", I screamed on top of my voice.

Five years ago, the death of Stephen's father was deserving because that cruel man killed my parents for the crmie of me loving their beloved son. I don't know how he died but I was jailed for the crime I never committed. Stephen ofcourse never believed me and he won't believe me.

Stephen pulled my arms up in his accelerating rage hearing my words. He made me sit erect and then banged my head against the wall. I screamed again but there was no one to show me pity. Stephen caught my chin again burying his fingers deep as he said in a cold tone,

"You are a lier. How dare you laid your dirty hands on my father... I will kill you"

Saying this, Stephen threw me out of the bed. I fell on the white marble floor and my hip almost faced a breaking noise. Blood came out of my head and it was visible on the floor. I was unable to fight back but I wasn't scared of a single word he said either so I confidently replied,

"Kill me"

I narrowed my eyes to him. I was serious, I have no one to live for. My revenge planning was such a waste that he came out being a hero even after leaving his entire empire. Also, one thing that I completely forgot about was Noah. He paid a million on my bail and since I was no use to him, he would want the money back and I got nothing. My thoughts were taking a leep when I felt a sudden pull. My hairs hurt.

Stephen picked me up by my hairs and looked straight in my eyes. He did scare me once. His gaze was cold and his grip was colder. He probably has given me bruises everywhere he had touched with a lot of blood coming out of my head. Yet he was not stopping and hurting me continously in the same places. I know what he is looking for... tears.

I cried a lot five years ago, even when I was in the prison, I fought with blustering people with cruel intentions. I have dealt with all of it. Also, with Stefan's ignorance to my innocense as well as my trust, I am broken mentally as well as physically.

"I will not kill you so easily. I will make you suffer. It's better that you are out. Now, I will make you suffer in my way. You will serve me now and I will snatch every piece of you until you take your last breath of regret.... you gold digging bitch!!!", Stephan screamed.

He threw me back on floor and walked on my palm as he left the room. He was definitey frsutrated because he didn't gain what he wanted. Fear and grief in my eyes are long lost and about snatching something from me.... I have nothing to lose. However, there is one thing I am losing, my respect. I am not a gold digger. Stephan loved me too. It is a pity to see him walking on his father's path.

I got up and went to the washroom. i switched the shower on and stood under it. The water drops washed my head dripping the blood off kissing my bruises making them burn a little. 

"I miss you mom and dad... I will meet you soon in the heaven" I said and wiped my body with a towel.

I came out of the bathroom and stood in front of my cupboard. My past clothes were still hanging there safe. I have become weaker now so I won't have any fitting problem. I picked up a blue shirt and a black formal pant for the office. I have to face Noah, no matter what I end up with.

I turned back to close the door and I was horrifoed to see Stefan sitting back on my bed. I was in towel!! He has lost all his manners because he was staring me. Actually, he was checking me. He looked at my naked legs with such lustful gaze that it made me angry.

"I request you to leave my room immediately", I said.

"What if I don't?", he asked me.

Stephen indeed was playing with me and I was the one who got hurt so I picked my clothes and decided to leave the room myself. As I was walking out, this shameless man caught my towel and snatched it from my body leaving me completely naked. i was so aggrevated at his shameless act that I turned around and slapped him. However, to the contrary of my response he was calm. He handed me the towel, pushed me aside and left the room without saying a word.

I bet I slapped him hard then what exactly changed.....