Chapter 4: Wrong move.

Cielle's POV.

With the heavy pistol in my hand, I boarded a taxi and headed to my mansion.

Yes, my mansion.

It was mine before Ethan and his mistress took it from me.

I arrived and was perplexed by the number of cars that were parked in the courtyard.

The amount of exquisitely dressed people that strode in and out of the mansion.

What was going on?

Why were there so many people in the house—my house?

I hid my gun in my waistband and progressed to the entrance where I was stopped.

"Your invitation, ma'am..." a staff member requested as he scanned me with suspicion.

"I... I don't have an invitation," I said as I felt belittled by his gaze.

"You don't?" he chuckled cynically.

"Then you will have to get your ass out of here!" he barked, drawing the attention of others.

"The boss strictly wants only invited guests.

Not some crazy-looking lady dressed in rags."

With that, he dismissed me like some unwanted flea.

I stepped away as I realized getting to Ashley would be much more difficult than I had imagined.

But I was set.

I was set on sending a bullet into her chest, together with the cheat, Ethan.

I hurried to the back door.

Surprisingly, it wasn't guarded, not locked or bound like I had expected.

It was strange, but I was desperate.

Besides, I didn't know who the man who claimed to be my savior was.

He took me out of jail, and for what?

I couldn't trust him.

I couldn't trust anyone.

So I walked into the building through the back door, my gun giddy in my trembling hands.

With each step I took, I felt my heart rate increase, my breath heavier, and my blood much hotter.

When I progressed through the walkway, it was empty.

Not a single soul.

But then I heard my name.

"Cielle..."

I turned swiftly, and my eyes rested on Ashley.

Dressed in a ball gown, her real face hidden with makeup.

"Oh, so the rumors are true. You got out of jail."

A smirk settled on her lips as she scanned my body.

"Why are you with a gun?" she chuckled, pointing at me, and I steadied my hands.

Goddammit, why was I trembling so much?

"To shoot me? Do you want to shoot me, Cielle?"

Without waiting for a reply, she continued, "You can't.

Just the way you couldn't do anything a year ago when you lost everything—you can't do anything now."

My lips trembled as she spoke, my eyelids struggling to remain open.

When she took a step forward, I shivered.

"Don't come any closer. Do... do not take another step," I warned, my voice reeking of fear.

"Or else?" she questioned as she took another step closer.

"Else what!" she yelled, and I flinched.

"Are you going to shoot me?

C'mon, Cielle, you don't have the balls to do so.

You never did."

The smirk on her lips deepened, and I readied my hand to pull the trigger.

"If you shoot me, then you will never get to see your child."

Her words, just like magic, made my hands drop to my side.

"My child... my..." I stuttered as I narrowed my eyes, the dropping sweat from my forehead stinging my eyes.

"Yes, Cielle, your child.

Don't you want to meet her?

She will be so excited to see you."

Just like that, everything became void.

My desire to kill Ashley, my thirst for Ethan's blood….

The only thing that held ground was my child.

My baby.

She... she was alive.

Consumed by my own thoughts, I had no idea when I was surrounded by Ashley's goons, their guns pointing at me.

With a quick kick, my gun was thrown out of my hands, and with another, I was on my knees, my lips dripping with blood.

"See how weak you are?

You're no match for me, Cielle," she bellowed as she struck me across the face.

"You never were. You never will be," she added and signaled to one of her goons.

"Take her away and lock her up.

I will finally get rid of her after my engagement party is over."

I was grabbed by the arm, raised up, and dragged to the door.

"My child..." I breathed as I struggled to process my emotions.

"My child...

Give me my baby!

Give... give me my baby!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, kicking and pushing, but to no avail.

But then a heavy cloth landed on my mouth and nose, and my breath became heavier, my vision foggy,

until I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

***

I stretched my limbs to the warm feeling of a soft surface.

My nostrils filled with the scent of mint.

"You're awake. I thought that bitch finally killed you," a familiar voice growled, and my eyes shot wide open.

My baby…

"Ashley…. Ashley has my baby!" I yelled as I recognized my surroundings.

I was in a car…. his car.

The man who saved me from jail.

Where was he driving me to?

Where was Ashley?

"Stop the car!" I yelled as I launched at him and held onto the steering wheel, causing the car to venture in a zigzag stroll.

"Are you crazy?" he yelled back as he held me in place with one arm, his other hand on the wheel.

When he finally hit the brakes….