Chapter 7: Butler In Distress

Chapter 7

Anna screamed as the bullet flew past her and rammed into the wall. Her heart raced as she slowly looked up to stare at him, but he wasn’t there anymore.

She quickly rushed out of the tub, goosebumps evident on her skin. Her breathing was labored as she picked her nightdress from the floor. He wasn’t in the room—had he left? She didn’t know. She wished he did!

She tried wearing it back as quickly as she could but only ended up fumbling with the dress due to her trembling hands.

She admits it was her fault—she had gotten drunk and landed herself in this embarrassing predicament. But that didn’t admonish the fact that he was a pervert for standing there, watching her while she was naked and even shooting a bullet at her, which he had missed by sheer luck. She thanked her lucky stars for that.

She successfully wore her clothes, her hair dripping down, her gown wet—but at least it was with water and not blood. She rushed to the door, attempting several times to unlock it, but her heart was too much of a mess to do it right.

Fortunately, she unlocked it and quickly bolted out of the room—not looking back, not even once. She ran to her room, and for extra precaution, she locked the doors. She changed her wet clothes into dry ones and got into her bed, but her heart refused to calm down—like he was going to burst in through her window.

Thunder rumbled loudly in the sky, making Anna jolt in shock. How was she going to face him now? To look him in the eye? She had barely escaped his grasp. He had barely let her go for what she had witnessed, and now this. Damn! He had seen her stark naked and gunned her—almost, at least.

Her cheeks flushed red. She buried herself in the duvet. Sleep felt like an impossible task, and she only managed to get some sleep when the sun came out.

Unfortunately for her, the annoying butler began knocking on her door nonstop. Anna was a shivering mess. Her eyes felt heavy—too heavy—and she felt extremely cold.

She was too weak to get the door. Her head throbbed painfully. Her eyes stung, her face pale, and the cold… she was too cold. Even the thick covers did nothing to help. She shivered. Her body felt heavy—too heavy that she couldn’t even move. Tears slipped out of her eyes. This wasn’t the time to fall sick.

Philomena wasn’t here. No one here cared about her existence. She’d die here and no one would care. Now, not only did she have to worry about having sex with Domenico, she also had to worry about Leone seeing her stark naked in his bathroom. What if he tells the Don and Domenico? They’ll kill her for sure.

Her throat felt so dry, and another tear slipped out of her eyes. Her eyelids felt too heavy to keep open, and slowly, she fell unconscious.

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Domenico, who had been passing by in the hallway while humming a melodious tune, suddenly halted when he heard the butler consistently knocking on Anna’s room door.

It was safe to say that he cared little to nothing about the human. He didn’t care what happened to her. The marriage was nothing less than a sacrifice on his end. But curiosity got the best of him, and he walked over to the butler.

“What’s with the consistent knocking?” he questioned.

The butler bowed on seeing him. “I’ve been trying to get Miss Anna out of her room, but she locked it and she’s not responding either.”

Domenico’s jaw ticked. Worst case scenario was she was dead, which was actually a best case scenario for him. Nothing was ruining his joyful mood this morning—not even the rat his father had dragged out of Lorenzo Empire.

Thankfully, the Don was out on a trip, and Domenico saw no reason to waste his time here while there were other things more worthwhile for him to attend to. Without another word, he walked away from there.

Worry marred the butler’s forehead—not because he cared about the girl (he barely knew her), but because he had personally led her to the cellar and handed her the bottle of bourbon. What if she had taken something she wasn’t supposed to take? The Don would trace it back to him and have his head separated from his body.

There was only one person he knew who could help now—but would Lord Leone care? His head began throbbing. He had heard Leone was in a terribly foul mood the previous night. The last thing he wanted was his head wrung and his body limp, but did he have a choice now?

The butler gulped, dragging his feet away from Anna’s door and making his way to Leone’s chambers. His hand was trembling as he rapped on his room door—not once but thrice—since he had gotten no response.

Seeing this as a sign today wasn’t his death day, he quickly turned to leave when he heard a loud click. Cold sweat rolled down his back, and he turned to see him standing in front of him, staring down at him like he intended to set him ablaze.

The butler quickly bowed. “G… good morning, boss,” he stuttered, his eyes remaining fixed on his black pair of shoes.

“You’d better have a good reason for annoying me so early in the morning, Charles,” Leone’s lazy eyes fell on him.

The butler trembled underneath his gaze, slowly raising his head to find his predatory gray eyes staring down at him.

He gulped. “It’s Miss Anna, sir. I have been knocking for hours, but she refused to open up.”

A minute passed, and Leone didn’t utter a word—putting the butler at breaking point. Then, he suddenly let out a chuckle before slamming the door in his face.

The butler felt even more perplexed, but with no other option, he left the hallway to continue with his work. After all, it was she who had asked for the alcohol herself, and he had just been following orders.