CHAPTER 2
I roughly shoved him away, glaring hatefully as I retorted. “You're not my fiance” … “i don't know what your family might have done to force my father into accepting the alliance but I can assure you that a wedding won't be taking place any time soon , especially not mine” He chuckled lightly as he pulled out a white slik handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. “Judging by the blood on your lips and the finger markings on your cheek, I don't think your father has any plans of entertaining your resistance” With that he turned and left without looking back but just as he walked away, I spotted a strange man secretly watching us from the background, feeling annoyed I decided to pay it no mind. I spent the rest of the afternoon couped up in my room, seething in anger when my father finally came knocking. “Elisa darling, won't you open up and let daddy in” he coaxed but I turned a deaf ear to his words, burying my head even deeper into my pillows. He eventually got tired of knocking and decided to let himself in with a spare key. He barged into my room with an apologetic smile as he ushered in several maids bearing lavished gifts. “Elisa, look what daddy got you” … “I remember you desperately wanted to get your hands and a pair of those new Cameron cane shoes, right?” “Umm, sir I think you mean Calvin Klein” the head maid interjected. “Oh… yes, thank you” he voiced before forcefully prying me from my bed. “Princess, are you still mad at me?” His obnoxious question answer itself when he saw my swollen cheek and puffy eyes. “Oh my” he gasped, his eyes darting around my face. “hurry, get me an ice pack” the head maid immediately handed him an ice pack rapped in a soft cotton towel. He dabbed gently on my swollen cheek, ensuring not to hold it on for too long whilst apologizing profusely. I completely ignored his apologies and pathetic attempt at coaxing, refusing to even looking in his direction. The head maid (Nanny Rebecca) chimed in, pleading on my father's behalf. “Elisa, you shouldn't hold a grudge against your father. Give him a chance to explain the situation and why he acted the way he did, I'm sure he had his reasons, right sir Eliot?” “Of course” father beamed, nodding in desperation but I cut him off “Nanny, you weren't there to see how hard he hit me, he completely humiliated me and choose to side with mom's killers. And now he's only apologizing with all these gifts to convince me to marry into the family of those murderers” Dad let out a long sigh as he dismissed the rest of the staffs only leaving Nanny Rebecca behind. “Look, Elisa. No father would wholeheartedly want to give his daughter's hand in marriage to a spawn of his enemy, but it's just… it's just that things are a lot more complicated than they seem. The Greyhounds obviously aren't here with good intentions but this marriage alliance might be our only chance to avenge your mother's death. It'll be easier to take down their entire operation and crumble their empire once we have one of our own within their walls. It wasn't my intention from the beginning to get you involved in something this dangerous but when they came proposing a marriage alliance i saw it as what could be our only opportunity.” … “I already tried sending in spies months ago but none of them have been able to get close enough to the information we need but if you accept the alliance and marry Damian you'll be able to secretly assist my men within their walls. It shouldn't prove too difficult to win Damian over with your looks and use him as a pawn to bring justice to his father's evil deeds” “No one wants revenge more than I do but this seems a little far fetched, even for me.” I voiced, feeling uncertain. “Far fetched was when they decided to murder my wife.” He retorted, his voice rising in fury as he revisited the memory of my mother's demise. “But it's okay if you don't want to go through with any of this, I won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I'm sure I'll be able to find another way to get revenge” I could help feeling guilty upon hearing his words. After a bit of deliberation, I finally agreed to follow his lead and avenge my mother. He was overjoyed when I finally agreed and promised he'd bring me back himself once the operation was successful. After settling the misunderstanding between us I didn't hesitate to accept the numerous gifts he brought along. I scanned through the items with excitement until I saw something that triggered my dissatisfaction. “Seriously Dad, only 12 gold bars? Are we going bankrupt?” Nanny tried to urge me to ignore it but I wasn't budging. After listening to my whining for so long dad finally agreed to get me whatever I wanted as compensation. “I'd like my monthly allowance to be increased to $150 million, Deal?” My father eyes almost bulged out of his head upon hearing the amount I was requesting. “$150 million? That's an outrageous amount besides I already increased your allowance last month” “But you only increased it to $70 million and it's barely enough for my expenses…” “What expenses?” He interrupted. “ You always use my card to pay for everything, refusing to spend your own money. So what exactly do you need $150 million for?” I dramatically fell into Nanny Rebecca's arms as I began sobbing hysterically. “Nanny, I'm already doing some much for him and all I request is a mere $150 million in return and he's refusing” Under the immense pressure from me and nanny Rebecca's persuasion, father eventually agreed. (A WEEK LATER)... In the blink of an eye, the memories of my father's generous bribes were far behind me as I stood frozen at the entrance of the Greyhounds family estate.(4 WEEK AGO/ DAMIAN'S POV)I had only taken a few steps back into the west wing when a blood curling scream echoed across the entire estate, my heart went into chaos as I recognized the all too familiar voice. “Elisa!” I yelled out, with the intention of sprinting back to the outhouse when I was caught and restrained by the guards. “Where do you think you're going Damian?” Great grandma questioned, emerging from the halls, looking greatly displeased, her brows furrowed in anger as she took one look at me, observing the bruises on my face from my fight with Leonard. “Haven't you offended your uncle enough by trying to covet his wife in his absence? Did you seriously think I wouldn't find out about your ill intent? I thought I raised you better, so why do you insist on constantly putting yourself at odds with your family all for that wretched girl?!!! If you're so desperate for companionship then I promise to find you a nice girl, someone far superior to that spoiled brat of the darkhor
The rest of them trembled in fear as they soon began falling one by one at the mercy of my hand. It was almost as though they had taken a vow of silence as none of them were willing to speak knowledge of the matter, feigning ignorance as they watched their coworkers drop like flies. Upon arriving to end the life of the seventh maid, I was already feeling incredibly unamused by their silence, deciding to spice it up a little. “It seems death by the hands of a loaded gun is a bit too much luxury to offer to the likes of you, you're not deserving of such an easy death, so please allow me to prepare something more fitting of your status” I voiced, ordering the guards to yield to my commands. “Prepare the furnace, we'll burn this one instead”. The moment the words escaped my lips, the long awaited confession spewed out from the mouth of the youngest of them all, frightened for the life of her older sister that was next in line to receive punishment. “Please don't, I'll tell you everything
I wasn't certain my ears were playing tricks on me, or at the very least she was only saying this to mock me, refusing to fall into her trap. I got up, heading straight for the door without even sparing her another glance. “Please, don't go!!!” She yelled out, falling out of her wheelchair in the process of trying to stop me. “I don't want to be alone anymore, please, don't leave me here, don't abandon me.” she pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably as she struggled on the floor, trying to crawl over to me, her eyes were bloodshot, her tear stained cheeks completely pale. I hadn't noticed until now, how undead she looked, it was almost as though she could break at any given moment. Against my better judgement, I returned to her side, scooping her gently into my arms, returning her to bed to rest instead of her wheelchair. I had some many questions flooding my mind but only managed to ask the one that seemed most obnoxious. “Do you really want me to stay?”. She nodded her head frantically, be
(Leonard's POV)It had been 4 weeks since I last saw her, 4 weeks since I caught her nestling deep into Damian's embrace, a week since the confrontation that changed the dynamic of our relationship. I laid haggard in my office, deep in thought when the doctor came to submit his weekly report on Elisa's condition. “Sir Leonard, may I come in?” He asked, politely remaining at the door until I summoned him in. “What's the status, are her chances getting any better?” I questioned, my tone remaining firm and distant. “I'm afraid not, Miss Elisa has refused to cooperate with her treatments, she hasn't even made it into any of her rehabilitation therapy appointments. If things keep going on like this, I don't think the young miss will ever be able to walk again. The injury to her spinal column wasn't supposed to be that serious an issue, she could've recovered in the timespan of only a few months but she's not willing to entertain any thoughts of recovery, skipping medications, canceling the
“Leonard! You're here” I breathe out in relief as I finally managed to pry Damian off of me, quickly stepping away from him. I wanted more than anything else to run to Leonard for protection but the murderous intent in his eyes as he glared at us both, naked in our entanglement, made clear the danger that loomed at bay. “It's not what it looks like I promise, just give me a chance to explain” I tried explaining as he angrily stormed over but it was hopeless. Before I could even access the situation properly, my head was snapped to the side with a numbing force, causing me to fall to the ground as blood slowly began trickling down my nose. The impact of the hit was so grave that it didn't even hurt, the entire left side of my cheek felt paralyzed, completely numb, I couldn't even more a muscle in my face talk less of feeling it, I just sat there silently, my body still in shock as I zoned out, completely detached from the rest of the world around me. Leonard and Damian brawled behind t
(Elisa's POV) After the painstakingly hours I had invested in cleaning and refurbishing the guest house, to make it suitable for my habitation, I decided to take a shower to wash off the blood that had tainted my skin and dress my wounds. I had just put the bandage on, carefully wrapping it around my neck when a knock echoed in the living room, I hesitantly came down the stairs, mentally decided not to unlock the door if it was Leonard requesting an entire, I let out a deep sigh of relief, noting that it wasn't his figure that loomed over the peephole, I quickly unlocked the door, whilst still in my bathrobe. I had hastily reacted after gaining the assurance that it in fact wasn't Leonard, but my brain had failed to register the unusual nature of the person standing in front of me. “Why are you here?” I questioned with genuine curiosity. “Weren't you trying to avoid me? Grandmother already made it clear that I am to stay as far away from you as physically possible, so please don't ma