~Agathe~
"That bellend! What a stony-hearted imbecile! Such a nincompoop! I hated his guts so much! Argh!"
I should have done more than slapping and pouring cold water on his face!
How could he humiliate me like that? Does he own my body or something?
I was inside the lift. Weeping in the corner, hugging my knees. Like a wee lassie whose sanity had gone astray.
I am so terrified. I haven't got the faintest idea of how I can acquire the bloody cash for my mother's surgery anymore.
I was so sure that I would get that sponsorship no matter what. Yet the exact jiffy that bastard asked me to get undressed, like a whore he picked up on the streets, my stomach turned upside down.
Who cares if he was a tycoon and must have been rolling in money all his life? Who cares if he was handsome and totally my type?
"He should rot in hell for being the male chauvinist pig that he was!"
The lift dinged and opened, silently apprising me that I had arrived on the ground floor. Enfeebled, I almost stumbled on the floor if I hadn't managed to balance myself.
Right. I haven't eaten anything throughout the day and it's already a quarter to seven in the evening. How I can still walk is beyond me.
As soon as I stepped outside the lift, the bellend's bodyguard named Calixto together with the other two men in black suits were quietly standing by in front of the lift.
I wouldn't have spared them a glance but they were bloody staring back at me. I stood still, weighing the situation.
"I'm sorry, miss. But, you have to come with us."
Calixto told me, in a very firm voice. His face was void of any emotions, like his mother fucking boss.
"Huh?"
Until terrifying realizations dawned on me. Why! Why did I forget that the bellend owns and rules this city?
If he suddenly fancied wiping me off the map, he absolutely could. No one would question or chastise him for it.
In this city, he is the royal king. Much more dominant than the head or the monarchy of this country.
Cold sweat started to materialize on my forehead. The other two men in black suits strutted towards me and grasped my arms like I was a prisoner who had eloped.
"Wait. Hang on. There must be a misunderstanding here."
I couldn't feel my body anymore. Sheer terror struck me when I caught a glimpse of a gun tucked behind their slacks.
I was shaking like a leaf when the two bodyguards holding my arm began to walk, eventually dragging me with them.
"Wait, please. Don't do this. I haven't done anything wrong. Your boss was the one who tried to harass me!"
In spite of that, no one heeded my wailing. No one dared to consider my side of the story.
I struggled. Trying to free myself from their forceful grip. "Please. Let go of me, please."
Everyone in the waiting lobby and lounge watched how I was being yanked away. The staff nurses from before started tattling and whispering to each other's ears.
I perceived the hospital's main entrance, and a black car stopped midway. When I saw that three other men in black suits hopped outside that car, I knew right there and then, I'm doomed.
Nearing the car, I remembered my mother's face. The way she pleaded with me not to go anywhere that night.
I wept more, my heart bleeding so much from that agonizing pain. What if I won't be able to see her anymore after this night?
With that thought, I regained my last strength. I attempted to run away again by sinking my teeth in the arm of the man on my left and by kicking the balls of the man on my right.
Assholes!
When they dropped my arm, I took that sole chance! I planned to go back inside the hospital and beg for someone's help. Because obviously, the main entrance was blocked by those men.
"Where do you think you're going, love?"
Until I halted in my tracks when all of a sudden, the gorgeous amber eyed man stood in front of me. He was wearing a different shirt, perhaps he took his time to change.
My heart was racing very fast, my limbs went numb. I could hardly breathe, I almost thought I would faint.
I was so astounded that the two men dragging me a while ago caught me for the second time around. The sheer regrets that flooded my system were insufferable, too extreme to bear with my worn out mind.
I didn't fight back. I allowed them to quietly take me.
Moments later, I found myself plonked down in the backseat of the gorgeous amber eyed man's luxurious car. The bellend sitting beside me, his eyes straight ahead.
"Where are you taking me?"
I inquired in a small voice when the car moved. I had to ask, or I would go nuts.
"This is kidnapping."
I concluded he won't respond to me. He seemed so enraged based on how he clenched his jaw every now and then.
"Did you really think you could get away after what you have done to me?"
I scoffed. "Don't you think I should be the one saying that?"
"Feisty. I like that."
I shifted my gaze to the window.
"Don't ever think of jumping out from the car, Miss Capucine. That is not the kind of death I want to bestow on you."
He's. . he's going to kill me?
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I didn't know I had fallen asleep until someone poured a bucket of cold ice water over my head. Shell-shocked, I screamed.
Bloody hell!
"Chilling, isn't it? Might help cleanse your trashy personality."
What the!
I fixed my weary gaze in front of me, catching a glimpse of a dark silhouette. Because I just came from a deep slumber, my mind was still in a haze.
Not to mention I was freezing to the core!
"Still asleep, love?"
That voice. I glanced around me. It was so dark I could barely see anything.
Until such time that I recollected what happened for the last few hours. I was in Stonewood City!
I struggled to move, yet I can't. I realized that I was tied with a rope or something, from my arms down to my waist.
I was on my knees, being held up by two different hands on opposite sides.
We're not inside the car anymore. That, I am sure of.
When I stared back at the dark silhouette in front of me, the blinding headlights from his car behind him were turned on.
That's when I recognized the bellend's face! His men in black suits were gathered around us.
"Looks like you're fully awake now. Aren't you curious where we are?"
I stared at the bellend with my eyes reflecting the paroxysm of rage I was feeling inside me. Still can't believe I was slightly attracted to him at first sight!
The bellend dropped to one knee to level his eyes with me. Afterwards, he clutched my long hair and I almost winced in pain.
I endured it while staring back at him. His eyes looked so menacing and unforgiving.
If I only knew he was a demon hiding behind a sheep's cloth. "Get your filthy hands off me."
He tilted his head to one side. "I see you still have the courage to talk back to me."
"I won't bow down to the likes of you, asshole."
My pride was the only thing left to me. I won't lose it no matter what.
"Really? Might as well look behind you."
He harshly shifted my head's position to stare at what was behind us. I gasped, perplexed at what I saw.
"That cliff will be the sole witness of your untimely demise. This place will be your grave."
My eyes widened. "You're going to kill me just because I slapped you?"
"Who said I'm going to kill you right away? We are going to play a game, love."
Damn it. I thought I could tickle his conscience and might spare me this one time.
So, he does this out of rage that I am pretty sure will soon pass? Rich people are truly one of a motherfucking kind.
Calixto, who was standing on his right, handed him a gun. Again, my whole body went numb.
If I can fool myself a while ago that everything will be alright, now I don't know if that is still the case anymore.
My hands started to tremble.
"Let's play Russian roulette. Shall we? Plot twist, you're the only player."
I gulped. Has he gone stark raving mad?
Without dilly-dallying, he loaded a bullet into one of the chambers of his revolver. Spinning the cylinder, he stared back at me with a fiendish grin.
Before I could process anything, he placed the gun's muzzle near my head and fired.
The amount of shock that banged my system was unsurpassable, beyond comparison. Now I fully understand he wouldn't bat an eyelash just to eradicate a nobody like me.
"Oops, I missed. What are the odds, huh? Shall we try this again?"
I remembered my mother's pleading face once more. There's no way in hell I would die like this.
The bellend directed his gun towards me for the second time as tears kept falling down my eyes.
Before he could pull the trigger, I painfully uttered. "Don't kill me. I will do anything. Anything. Just. . spare me."
~Gunther~"Sadly. I don't give second chances to people who wronged me, love." I couldn't care less if she was an important key for me to claim my inheritance. She slapped me, she is deserving to shuffle off this mortal coil. No woman had ever put me to shame like that. That, my bruised ego couldn't forgive. Cocking the hammer of my special revolver, the sound of the cylinder rotating is like music to my ears. I stared back at the woman kneeling in front of me. "Any last wishes?" She closed her tear-stricken eyes as if uttering a prayer to her God. Holding my horses, I waited for her. Until I got bored. "Nothing? Alright, then." Positioning my revolver near her head, I was about to pull the trigger, almost. But, she murmured something that had me blown away. "Can I get a kiss?" Flabbergasted, I asked. "What?" She opened her eyes and gazed directly at mine. "Kiss me, Mr. Silvestri. That is my last wish." What the fuck? What is she playing at? I lowered my gun and contemplate
~Agathe~Damn that voice. Shoulders slouching, I looked behind me and gasped softly. It was the bellend! A tall dog was wagging its tail beside him. "Right. This is Mishka. Mishka, meet my bride."Mishka wagged her tail more. As if she was thrilled to bump into me. "She likes you already? Strange." The bellend patted his dog's head. I groaned in frustration. "I am not going to be your bride." He stood up properly and stared back at my weary eyes. "Why not? I don't think you have a choice." His gaze shifted to my body, blatantly ogling at my exposed cleavage. "Hmm." "Sicko." I uttered, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyebrows arched. He was offended. Well, serve him right. "It's all greek to me why you act like that when I was certain you fell in love with me at first sight." Dang it. Here I thought he didn't notice that. Whatever. There was no point in denying that now. "I did. But, my attraction to you merely lasted for a second the moment I realized how obnoxious you are
~Agathe~"After we get married, you are not allowed to go back to Snowflake Village for the time being. Furthermore, you are not allowed to see your mother. You will be staying at my side. Rain or shine, day and night for the next three months." The nerve of this guy. How could he have the pure talent to annoy the hell out of me? He is so good at this. "If you're asking why? We have to make our setup much more believable to my parents and my grandmother's attorney. Any more questions?"My hands nearly dropped the pen he provided for me. I was right. From this moment on, I am his prisoner.It would be sealed once I sign this marriage contract."Nothing at all, your highness."My voice was hardened by sarcasm, and could not even conceal my resentment. Upon scribbling my signature above my name on the document, I tossed the paper and pen back on the table. It was his time to sign it. I watched him do it like a hawk, his hand gracefully moving up and down. When he was finished, he de
~Agathe~"We are gathered here on this night to witness the union of Mr. Gunther Percival Silvestri and Ms. Agathe Clementine Capucine in holy matrimony. A night of great celebration and blessing."Blessing, my ass. Bad luck? One hundred percent. "Take each other's hands and get ready to exchange vows and rings." Vows? The bellend grasped both my hands, tight and firm, while we were staring into each other. His dark amber eyes were shining, and his pinkish lips curved in a gorgeous smile. He was playing his part as my loving husband. Can't deny he has dazzling skills in that specific area. "Mr. Gunther Percival Silvestri." "Yes, father?" "Do you pledge to love this woman, to be loyal and truthful to her, and to comfort and keep her, to cherish and accept her, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"I can't for the life of me understand that standing in front of a priest, declaring lifetime vows, was so nerve-wracking.I am not in
~Agathe~I can see my mother in front of me. She seemed healthy and lively. The signs of her illness had vanished from her eyes.She was dancing in a yellow sundress as she stood in the middle of a glittering field of vibrant roses. The sun shone brightly above us. Never before have I witnessed her in such joy.'Mama?' I attempted to approach her. But, each stride I take pushes me further away from her. What is going on? 'Mama!'My voice began to shake with fear. Especially when everything around us turned completely dark.All of a sudden, the field of roses began to disappear, and my mother was nowhere to be found. The once-beautiful scenario abruptly changed into a nightmare.'Mama!'It was strange that my voice kept echoing back to me. I kept turning around, only to find no one but me. 'Mama! It's me. Agathe! Where are you?' Until I opened my eyes and gasped, realizing it was all a dream. My eyes were filled with tears, a pounding headache is on its way. "Mama. ." I brushed
~Agathe~ It happened again. I have no idea where in the world that bellend's room is. I swear this house is so huge I got lost for the umpteenth time. I've been almost through all the rooms on the second floor and I am beyond worn out. Frustrated, I sat down on the carpeted floor, in the middle of the corridor to rest. A soft bark caught my attention out of the blue. When I turned around, I noticed a cute furry animal coming my way and wagging its tail cheerfully. It was the pretty gray dog of the bellend. I giggled with so much joy. "Mishka. You're here." I patted her head and she sat in between my legs, trying to lick my chin. "God. How can you be so cute, huh?" Didn't know before that I am fond of dogs. Without hesitating, I embraced Mishka's soft body and it was the best feeling ever. For a little while, the longing I had for my mother vanished into thin air. In a trice, an idea popped into my head. I fixed my gaze on Mishka's eyes and pleaded. "Mishka, can you tell me
~Agathe~ To sleep in the same room with him was all I wished for. For the mere reason that I don't want to be alone for the rest of the night. Heck, I don't mind sleeping on his couch as long as I won't be returning to my own room alone and scared to death. However, I could tell that his dark amber eyes desired something else. All of a sudden, it seemed very intense. Filled with sensuality I didn't know he could possess. Though, it was also me who pushed those thoughts away. No way in hell, I am being delusional.There is no way that this bellend would have a sexual desire for me. So with a quivering voice, I asked. "W-what do you mean?" In a flash, his smirk shifted into a deadly grin. One that is promising me I wouldn't like what I am about to hear."Feigning innocence, love? I see." "What?"Is he mocking me? The nerve of this guy. "I'm not pretending to be innocent. I'd rather say that I don't want to make assumptions." "Very well, then. Listen to me very carefully, love.
~Gunther~I sought the truth out from her ocean-blue eyes. And there, I perceived how badly she wanted me right now. With the same fervor of how much I was burning for her as well. That if I won't put it out, I would go berserk. I simply desire to taste her once. Just once. Maybe, she will be out of my mind after that. I certainly hope so. "You sure you won't regret that, love?" I inquired, wanting to be certain. Putting pressure on her."'Cause I don't want you accusing me of 'harassment' first thing in the morning." She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of my thumb taunting her left tit. I kneaded it gently, applying a firm pinch that compelled her to purr like a cat. "Ohh, god. ." Did the same thing on her right tit and she thumped her head on the wall. Looking like she lost it all, grunting in pleasure inside my arms. "Please, I beg you." She whispered. "What is it, love? What do you want me to do?" I teased her. "Kiss me." I grinned, satisfied by her submission. "I