I went through his closet, grabbing the first shirt that reached my hand and threw it on in a haste.
"Hazel, what happened?" Dimitri asked yet again, but my mind was too occupied with dreadful thoughts to fully register his words.
"My purse... Where did I keep it?" I began digging through the mess of blankets on the bed when clasping my arm, Dimitri flipped me to face him.
"Hazel, will you tell me what happened? What did Brooke say?" he questioned, eagerly wanting to know my answer.
I swallowed. What would I tell him? That Joseph, who lived in the retirement house, I was betraying him to save, had a heart attack and was now fighting death in the hospital? Say it or not, but I already knew that it was the deed of Montero to punish me for disregarding his warnings. He wanted me to suffer.
God, how could I be so selfish?
If one could go back in time and change the course of action, then I would have erased the day Daniel Montero came into my mother's life. I would have destroyed their marriage. I would have tossed him a thousand miles away from our lives. Only if we knew before. Daniel Montero came into our life like a soft flower petal, floating in the cool spring breeze, like someone you could rely your dear life on, but in the end, he turned into something dangerous, something poisonous like bleeding hearts. Movement in my hands, snapped my attention to the sleeping figure. But no. His eyes were still closed. He had been doing this since yesterday, moving his fingers, sometimes eyelids, but that was about it. My ears craved to hear his voice, to listen to him guiding me to the right path, to stop me from the sun I was about to commit. I rubbed my thumb over the soft,
My eyes snapped open by the buzzer of my phone, and I rose up, leaning on my elbow to grab the phone from the nightstand. It was a message from Brooke. The insurance company had agreed to cover the surgery and ICU cost, but there were still some other expenses that had to be borne by us, or more like by Montero, because he was in possession of all our money. Setting aside the blanket, I fully got up and scanned my eyes around. Dimitri was nowhere to be seen. I tip-toed out of the room towards the kitchen and sure enough, found him there, filleting a salmon with the utmost concentration and skill. My clutch tightened around my phone, and I whispered, "Please, forgive me." Skulking back inside his bedroom, I closed the door, so no sound could escape outside and found myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling shelf, my breathing bursting in and out. Lifting my foot, I let it hit the floor beside the couch as Dimitri did before, an
I pushed the file on the table like it was something poisonous and glared at Nina. "Have you lost your mind? I will never do it.""But this is sir's order." She enunciated each word clearly as if talking to a child."Screw him! I have done enough on his fucking orders. This-" I pointed an accusing finger at the manilla folder, containing the ominous papers that I had to trick Dimitri into singing, "-is beyond the boundaries now."She sighed dramatically and glanced up at Ryan who stood right beside her with his hands shoved into his pockets. His lips pulled up into a smirk, and he drew out his hands along with his phone."We knew you would be a pain in the ass as always," he spoke, tapping something on his phone and extending it to me. "So we came prepared."Frowning, I eyed it, a new sense of fear gripping my heart. "What?""Talk."
"I feel like kidnapping you to take you with me." I chuckled, staring at his intoxicating greys, my heart heavy with guilt and grief. We stood at the airport, in front of his private jet, bidding goodbyes for the journey. It had been five minutes already, yet we latched onto each other like siamese twins. "When will you come back?" I asked, my voice coming out in a whisper. "I'm not sure yet." He pressed his forehead against mine, sighing. "Maybe the day after tomorrow." His voice was uncertain and low like he hated the fact as well. I looked down, biting my lip. I already knew what the future had in store for me, and it would not be something pleasant. For the record, this might just be our last time together. The mere thought of it shattered my heart into a million pieces, making me feel suffocated. My eyes stung at the corners. "Hey, look at me." His hand grabbed my chin,
"What did you do?" Blake shouted, his eyes rounded. "Calm down, okay. I had to." Nearing me, he held my shoulders and jerked. "Smurfette, do you have any idea where this can land you? That man, when he finds out, do you think he will let you off? No, Haze. He didn't forgive his own mother for God's sake." "Will you stop with that? I told you he had other reasons," I hollered back. "Shh, guys. Keep it down if you don't wanna get kicked out of the hospital," Brooke interrupted, walking out of Joseph's room and glaring at us both. She was right. My eyes scanned around the hallway. People were looking at us like we had grown three extra brainless heads. Closing my eyes, I let out a loud breath while Blake released me, calming himself down as well. "I'm sorry, but you should have asked me, Smurfette," saying, he ran
"I'm here." Montero sat in his red chesterfield lounge with one hand spread over the top and the other holding a glass of amber liquid as usual. He arched an eyebrow in question. "Well?" "My demands first. I want to see them," I told him. I would be a fool if I trusted him blindly, because I very well knew he would not even think before stabbing me in the back. His eyes moved to his assistant Nina, standing by his side and motioned her. Nodding, she picked up the small briefcase that was resting on the coffee table, clicked it open and splayed it before us. Sure enough, there was the money as well as Sunshine Retirement's property documents. "The signature?" I asked, and she turned the corners of the pages, showing me the bright, fresh signatures in the required sections. I took a step towards it when his voice stopped me.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, making me jolt up to a sitting position. Pain shot through the side of my neck, and my hand rose, rubbing the spot. I didn't even know when I fell asleep. My eyes fell on Joseph who peacefully snored on the bed, and I hurried out my phone to silence it only to be silent myself. Even my breathing stopped as I gulped at the caller ID. Dimitri was calling. He was coming back today. I looked at the time, and my eyes widened even more. He was already here. Silencing the vibration, I put the phone on the bedside table and turned away in my chair. Every fiber in my body constricted from guilt, and the ache in my heart reopened. I could feel my face growing warm and eyes stinging. Placing both palms over my face, I leaned back on the edge of the bed and let out a silent cry. Gosh... how was I to face him? I was so not ready to take his wrath, his hate. I did not even go to work today. I could not prete
It was as if the ground from beneath my feet was snatched away, and a tremor ran through my heart. "Wh-What do you mean?" His jaw clenched, and eyes closed as he jerked a hand in the air. "Drop it already!" he snapped, making me jump in my heels. "Smurfette," Blake called, squirming in those guys' clutches, "What are you doing here? Leave. Go." I shook my head, taking a step towards Dimitri when his jaw hardened, giving me a look that could melt ice faster than laser, and I stopped, retreating two steps. "D-Dimitri-" "Leave," saying, he turned away, his hands balled into tight fists, and it stabbed me in the heart with a burning arrow. If I felt this much pain just by seeing him like this, then I could not even imagine the extent of hurt he was going through, knowing about my deception. But all that he chose to show was ang