Chapter 4

Chapter 4

His girlfriend move in

Kiara's POV

His eyes blazed with anger as he stared at me, nose flaring.

" I told you I would be coming home this morning" I said, my voice cool, my ways searching around for my maid.

" Where is my daughter?" I asked him.

He chuckled.

" You daughter? The same daughter you abandoned to go be a whore?" He asked.

I was not having that. Especially not from someone who I caught cheating on me yesterday.

" Don't do that! You and I both know I am not like you and I will never be. I'm pretty calm now but I can't guarantee that I will still be this calm. So I ask you one more time, where is my daughter?" I asked again.

He came closer to me, his breath reeking of alcohol and his eyes darting around, unable to focus solely on me.

" I sent her to stay with my mother. She is no longer your responsibility again and I would rather die than allow you ruin my daughter like your father ruined you" he said.

The words, the drink I had from yesterday, the head throbbing, all these combined together made me lift my hands, landing it heavily on his face.

He looked dazed at the slap as though he had never imagined in his wildest dreams that I will lift my hands on him.

" Did you just!" He was about asking but I was talking now, voice slightly raised.

" Yes I did! And I will do it all over again if you don't provide my daughter for me in the next one hour!" I yelled at him.

He was about to respond with a slap of his own when a voice stopped him.

" Baby. You left the bed so early and I woke up to the bedside cold" the disgusting girl that I had met in the office earlier said, wrapping her hands around his shoulders as she looked at him.

" What is this whore doing here?" I asked him,my words not having a filter any longer ,the cool headedness I had now gone.

" Don't you dare call her that! And I was going to tell you yesterday, but since you went to your stupid boyfriend's house, I could not. She will be staying here from now on.

I need her around here because I can't even deal to look at you. You are such an eyesore" he said.

I scoffed. Who was this man and who did he think he was?

" I said my name was clara yesterday but you probably forgot. I hope we can work together here to take care of our man because he does deserve the best" she said.

That was it. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I grabbed a hold of her hair, tugging at it hard as I dragged her out of the house, begging and screaming.

Dylan was before me in a second, grabbing my arm and yanking me back, so hard that I lost a grip on her hand and landed on the floor, my head hitting the glass table hard and causing it to shatter.

He did not care about me. Did not even bother to spare me a second glance as he ran over to the woman, picking her up and petting her as though I had crashed the whole world on her.

As she sobbed, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and nostrils, and I unconsciously lifted my hands up to my head, feeling the wet sticky substance remind me of my predicament. I was seriously injured.

When he finally turned back to look at me, his eyes were strong.

" You will be vacating our room from now on for her. I already asked the maid to put your clothes in the guest house. And Maya will only be visiting us on weekends and if you try anything funny, you will never see her again and I will also make sure that your family enters into series of debts" he said.

I was angry, so anger that vicious tears rained down my eyes.

" Oh she is bleeding, we should take her to the hospital " the girl said, pretending like she cared about me even though I could see right through it.

" It's just a little blood. She will be fine. Come baby let me get you prepared to follow me to work. And as for you, clean up this mess and this should be the last time you ever try to touch her" he said, leading her up the stairs.

It was at that moment that I realized I had just one choice left. The choice of staying here and being deprived of the right to see my own daughter was not part of it.

But Valentino on the other hand...

I got up, almost as though the idea just dawned on me. I picked up my car keys from where it had fallen out of my hands and jumped into my car, driving out of the compound even as I heard my demon of a husband calling me to come back.

I had just one choice. And if that was what it took to have my daughter with me, I was willing to do it.

I took a moment to appreciate my impeccable sense of direction, slowly pulling into his massive mansion for the second time that day.

I prayed and hopes against hopes that he was still home. I could see his cars in the garage but I had no idea how many he had so he could have left with any of them.

I knocked on the door slowly, and after what felt like an hour, a lady opened the door, her brown hair framing her delicate face and throwing me off balance for a moment.

Valentino stuck his head outside and when he saw me, blood dripping into my clothes, face hard as a rock and set into a firm line, he knew I had not come to play.

Damning the consequences, I said.

" I accept your offer. I will marry you under one condition"