Five

I went out of the comfort room wearing the dress he had given me. It's a black fitted dress above the knee, with a five-inch slit on the left side. What's horrifying? It's tubeless revealing my naked shoulders and the neckline, which I hated about the dress. I hate it! I clenched my fist.

Then I sighed. But in the meantime, I'll follow what he wants and when there's a chance I'll run away from him.

"You didn't know how to choose dresses, right?" I said sarcastically to him.

The man in front of me wore a black coat underneath a white undergarment and black pants down in his neck was a black tie. And it looked like all he wore was newly purchased, including his black derby shoes. He let his hair look messy, which added to his gorgeousness. A lopsided grin he had as he eyed my dress.

"I disagree with that. In what you wear, you are wrong. I did have choose the exactly what's fitting for your body," he said as he was trying to annoy mem I gave him my most sharp eyes, noticing his gaze on my bossom, and his grin broadened even.

This guy is a maniac! Pervert! Dickhead!

"So what now? Are you just ogling me? What's the purpose of this?" I asked him, crossing my arms.

He turned his back on me, took a step in the direction of the bed, and his long fingers grabbed the black stiletto. Did he have a plan to wear that to me? What's this game he's playing?Trying to kill me with this? How torturous! I gasped in horror. My face whitened as if a big mosquito had zapped my blood out of me.

The guy handed me the red stiletto. The insane smile still remained on his face. I wanted to scratch to erase those smiles he had, and the irritation rose in my gut. Why did I end up in this kind of situation? It's so unbelievable. And of all the humans, why should it be me to be unlucky?

"Wear it," he said, waiting for me to get it. One of his eyebrows arched upward. "Don't tell me, you wanted me to have it on your feet?" As his eyes gazed down at my feet, wearing a flipflop.

Even though I don't want to get it, I have no choice. I snatched it as I bit my lower lip.

"Someone will come here to get you ready, and we'll see each other in the hotel lobby," he said before leaving. Hence, I heard the sound of the door closing.

My eyes landed on what I was holding. "This is so great! Iffin is so great! Very indeed, so iffin so great!" I gritted my teeth, muttering those words out of breath.

I had not worn those hellish heels, not until I saw two women wearing sorer pink business attire pulling a large suitcase. Who are they? I was stunned when they entered the room.

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I got out of the elevator having difficulty walking because of what I was wearing, feeling disabled for this moment. It felt that way, especially my wobbling steps, the heels tutoring me of the idea I was going to fall down, hit my head and die. So horrible!

I heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, I arrived at the hotel's lobby without falling down and dying. The woman at the front desk glanced in my direction, so I straightened my walk. Imagining myself as a model. They give a wide smile of appreciation. It's lifted my spirits. Not bad for a beginner like me.

But, I can't forgive him. That guy did this to me. I will never ever forever forgive him! He'll pay for this! I clenched my hands while my jaws tightened, grinding my teeth in a rage throbbing inside me.

My eyes stopped at him, a few meters away from me. Viewing his broad well defined back and in the meantime, he was clutching his phone pressed to his right ear. I briskly walked toward him. I was plotting to pummel the shoulder bag I was carrying. But my plan ended with me tripping with my wobbly feet and with a thud of my ass touching the carpeted floor. Both my hands were at my side feeling the carpeted floor which supported me not to fall down my whole body.

Embarrassment level 999999. I saw in my peripheral view the shocked faces of the two women at the front desk, biting their lips not to crack up. Accordingly, he turned his head in my direction, his brows arched upward, frowning at me for a mere second. Placing his phone in the pocket of his black pants.

"Are you alright? What happened?" he asked with concern in his voice as he approached me.

I said in an ironic tone, "I am fine, you can see, right?" My smile was condensing.

He bended, wrapping his hand around both my arms and tugging me to stand up. Seeing the amusement flicker in his eyes.

"It seems you have never worn high heels before. I understand," he stated in a frigid tone. I shot him a glare.

His arms circled around my right arm like a gentleman, and here I was, the damsel in distress who didn't know how to walk. He provided me with his support until we exited the hotel. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and I could not even give a dare to look at the guard who saw the discomfiting moment in my life.

But why did I end up in that situation? It will never happen because of this impudent. My level of animosity was boosted when I recalled what the two women did to me. The two women with ugly colored business attire.

They've cut my long hair to short hair, dyed my natural black hair platinum blonde, scraped my natural form of my eyebrows and did something to my face. They wore me a heavy round silver earring, a necklace and a silver watch on my right wrist. Putting a fake tattoo on my right side of my neck, a rose in black ink.How could I forgive them? How!

I caught sight of a sedan stopped in front of us. Before I could say a words, he gently pushed me inside the car's open door in the backseat, and sat on the seat. Revealing my thighs. I pulled the hem of my dress in order to hide my thigh, but it was still stretching upward, I placed my designer bag in my lap. He closed the door, turned around to the left side and opened the car door and got in sitting at my side. Then the car engine went to life and drove away from the hotel.

Where are we heading? I glanced at him, he was silently serious looking at his phone.

"Where are we going?" I inquired. He was typing on his luxurious phone. I peeked at it but he simply moved it away from my eyes.

"Just wait, and I'll explain to you everything," he answered in a deep tone.

"Give me an explanation why you did this to me? Look at my appearance! You have no right to cut my hair, dye it, wear me a contact lenses and give me a fake tattoo to make me this!" I felt like my nose was spewing while saying those words to him.

Likewise, he eyed me up and down before he settled on my face. He scratches his head and smirks.

"You look different, hotter than before," he mumbled and winked at me.

Do I look hotter? Him! Out of rage, I stepped hard on his right shoe, hard enough to wince him in pain. A curse left his mouth."Why do that!" he vehemented at me.

"To say thank you for what you did. I am so grateful!" I said, granting him my most unnatural tight smile.

His face darkened, and in the blink of an eye, I was startled because he pulled me closer to him, touching my jaw to face him. I caught the smell of his perfume, vanilla musk. His face came closer to me and my eyes widened. I gulped in fear. His face was inches away from me, touching his long nose with mine. He gave me a look that stated that he was not pleased with what I did. My heart beat sprinted, hearing its loud sound.

"Do this thing again to me and you'll regret what you did," he warned me, not avoiding his eyes on me. Hence, he lowers his gaze to my lips. I swallowed several times, feeling the warmth of him radiating on me. I'm putting myself in danger. I know, he could kill me right now with his strong bare hands.

And he let go of me. My heart was thumping with different emotions, but fear was the overwhelming part of it. I preened my seat, moving away from him. Pressing hard on my lips not to swear at his face, I was afraid he would do something bad to me. I sighed deeply in frustration because I couldn't stand myself against him.

"I know who you are, name is Queenie Lauran. Age 22, graduated last month, living in Bukidnon, three siblings and parents are still alive," I was surprised by what he declared.

A stern fell on my face. How did he know about it?

"How—"

"I'm capable of doing anything. You want to know what information I have obtained about you?" he said with amusement.

I clenched my hands.

"Who are you actually?" I asked in a high tone.

"You know my name. Haven't you done a background check on me? Having it done with my father?"

My face tightened, anger rumbling inside me. "Your father killed my friend," I stressed every word I said. Those words crushed me.

"How sure are you that it's my dad?" he asked, his forehead creased.

I looked outside the window. "One of your father's men ordered him, Jackson, to kill my friends and frame it up as an accident, paying police for his crime."

We passed some houses. Where will he take me?

No answer came from him.

"I'll do everything to get justice for them no matter what," I said, shaking my head. I blink my eyes to get rid of tears that want to escape from my eyes.

I heard him sighed. "You are wrong. My dad can't do that. He can't kill innocent people, I know him more than you."

I bit my lower lip. Of course, he's Arthur's son and he will believe his evil dad.

"I'll prove it to you. If you want justice for your friends, then I'll help you," he said.

I was stunned for a moment. I wanted to speak but my mouth was blocked.

"I have no choice, after all," he added.

I breathed in and out. "What do you mean by having no choice?" I asked him. I gave him my questioning look.

He focused his gaze ahead. His face was serious and deep in thought.

"I won't tell you that one. I keep that as a secret," he replied without even looking at me.

I fell silent. How could he prove to me that his dad wasn't the one who behest to kill my friends?

"You'll introduce yourself as Vara Samonte, as my fiancee—"

What did he say?

"Fiancee?" I blurted out.

"You heard it right. You want to know the truth and justice for your friend. This is the only way. Because you are dealing with someone who is not simple, but you are dealing with a man who can ruin your life and your family," he explained.

"What do you mean?" My brows furrowed.

He took a brown envelope from behind him that I had just noticed. He handed it to me.

Without a word, I took it and looked at the file. Five papers with photographs of five men and below were the information.

"What is this?" The astonishment was obvious in my voice.

"They're the ones you need to meet to find someone who killed your friend. One of them is Jackson. The jackass whom my father trusted." There was sourness in his voice at the last thing he said.