CHAPTER 4
Roxanne's POV
After I returned to Renwick's Manor, I was brought into the bedroom and dressed up in a white wedding dress. Everyone was rude, including the makeup artist herself. She asked me to make sure I never let a tear slip from my eyes or she would deal with me.
I was trying so hard not to tear up, especially after the disgusting thing I had to do for money. I felt like a slut, a whore that my father had called my mother.
Even though my mother wasn't a whore, I still got irked each time my father called her that. It even made me believe sometimes that my mother could be a whore.
Now I had to do this to confirm that even if my mother wasn't a whore, I turned out to be a whore.
Just then the room door was pushed open and Derek walked in.
He gestured for the makeup artists and everyone else in the room to excuse us.
Once everyone had left, I dropped the facade and turned to glare at him.
“Where is Finn?!” I asked as my entire body shook, anger and pain filling me again at the thought of my brother being kept away from me.
“Preparing for his surgery.” Derek replied with a smile.
“All you have to do is obey and do as we requested, then Finn will be saved.” He said and chuckled.
I gritted my teeth at the man before me, one I once saw as a father, but not anymore.
“You all better keep to your promises because if anything happens to Finn, I will never let any of you go,” I warned with barely concealed rage.
Derek laughed again as he watched me, “And do you think you're in any position to dish out warnings?” He asked me, but I said nothing and just kept a poker face.
“I trust that you're wise enough to know what to do. The wedding arrangements have been made and the groom has arrived.” After he spat out those words, Derek turned around and walked out of the room.
I sniffed In an instant, trying hard not to cry.
‘Don’t cry, Don't Cry!’ I kept telling myself as the door was suddenly pushed open again. This time, it was Devian who walked in.
He had his hands in his pocket as he walked up to me.
“You look beautiful as a bride.” He commented, but I didn't even look up at him.
“I'm sorry, Roxanne .” He added.
I looked up at him this time as I gave him a disdainful look. I was in this mess because of him. Who knew that he had gone and gotten Reina pregnant?
I even had to sell my virginity to pay Finn’s bills. Now Finn was taken away and the money turned out to be useless to me and now, he dared to show up before me and tender useless apologies?
“I don't need your apology,” I remarked, averting my gaze from him again.
“I still love you, Roxanne. Just tell me that you love me back and I'll end this wedding.” He shamelessly said to me and I glared at him.
When I wanted him to say these words, he turned me down and shattered the remaining pieces of my heart. Calling me fat and ugly.
“After you got Reina pregnant?” I asked him with a frown.
“I can always keep you both.”
I felt my skin crawl at those words. Keep us both? As in marry the both of us?
“You're very shameless!” I fired in anger and reached out to hit him across the face, but he gripped my hand instantly.
“I let you hit me once, but I would never let it happen again!” He yelled and tightened his hold on my hand.
I winced as the pain assaulted me.
I tried so hard to get his hands off me, but he didn't let go.
“Devian,...” I called out again as I felt tears stung my eyes.
“Devian..” I called out again and again, but to no avail.
Just when I thought I would get my arm broken by him, the door to the room was pushed open.
“Let her go.”
I turned to the sound of the voice and the very person I saw made me freeze in place.
Even though I was drunk yesterday night, I could still make out the face before me. The very piercing silver eyes I could never forget anytime soon.
Those clear eyes were currently glaring at Devian who still held my hand.
The coldness of the man’s voice made Devian subconsciously release his hold on me.
I jerked my hand away and moved back from Devian.
“Who the hell are you?” Devian asked Mr Silver's eyes.
He simply cleared his throat and two bulky guards walked in immediately.
“Tell him who I am since he dared to touch my bride.” Mr silver's eyes said and it took me a while to process his words.
Bride? What bride was he talking about?
Wait! Was he…..was he the famous Ciel Sébastien?
The handicap?
But the man before me was not a handicap.
“Ahh!” Devian's scream of horror brought me out of my train of thoughts as I watched the two guards twist his both hands behind his back.
The action must have hurt a lot because cold sweat broke out on Devian's forehead.
“You… you're. Argh!” Devian began to say, but the guards twisted his hands even more as he tried to say something to the supposed Ciel.
I turned to look at Ciel Sébastien who had a smirk on his face just staring at Devian's suffering.
The sweat had already soaked Devian’s shirt as he whimpered.
Derek walked in just then to this scene and he rushed in to stop the guards.
“Hey! Let go of him, who the hell are you people?!” He yelled at the guards, but they didn't listen to him. He then turned to yell at me, “Who do you think would ever want you? You're a fat, ugly bitch!” It took me everything I had not to roll my eyes in disgust while checking my neck. He was the one who tried to assault me just now and he was pouring out his anger on me because he got caught?
“If you put your hands on her one more time, you will lose them.”
Derek then turned to look at Ciel who stood there probably enjoying the sight before him.
“Who are you and how dare you harass my son-in-law in my house?!” He yelled and Ciel turned his attention to him as a frown settled on his overly handsome face.
“Your son-in-law? I thought I was your son-in-law?” My eyes widened in shock as he said those words to Derek.
Derek froze at once at those words from Ciel.
He must be wondering why those words came out of that man's mouth.
I wasn't sure if this man was Ciel, but I also wished to know the truth about his identity.
And in no time, It was confirmed, this man before us was none other than The Ciel Sébastien that I was supposed to get married to today, and he was not handicapped.
“P–pretty boy?!”
The wine glass trembled slightly in Evelyn’s hand as she waited in the dimly lit lounge of James Ferguson’s private estate. The soft ticking of the grandfather clock was the only sound in the room. It had been days since her release, and in that time, her world had shifted into something grotesquely unfamiliar. Her relationship with Derek can be described as strained.He barely looked at her and spoke to her, unless she does.She bad not seen her daughter since she cane back.James had told them she was being attended to in a mental institution.He did not tell them the location and spoke like he wanted them to know.She and Derek had also been too disoriented to ask.Evelyn was a woman used to control. To power. To having answers before questions were asked.Now, she had none.The door opened smoothly. James entered with his usual charisma wrapped in tailored black, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp as razors.“You came,” he said, voice soft yet mocking. “I was not su
Few days after Derek and Evelyn were released, Devian was finally released.Ciel had captured him alongside Derek and Evelyn as a collateral then.But he also decided he was no more a threat.His time in detention should have been enough to teach him a lesson.Aside his businesses he lost, now he would know better than to mess with Ciel and Roxanne.He found his way back to his father's mansion after his release.The house was silent and he felt like his family had moved out.The usual ambience was not always this quiet.He knew his absence would have caused a lot of commotion.And now that he is back, he was hoping his return would be joyous.Especially when they see him.But now, everything was looking grim.He walked slowly up the path that leads to the house, as each step felt heavier than the last.The grandeur of the mansion felt hollow, even though it still looks imposing.It was not the home he remembered.Right now, it looks more like a shell of pride and past glory.The door
After James left, Derek had been sober.For the first time in many years, he wandered through his house with heavy heart.For the past few weeks, he had been held captive, but now, he was free.But for some reasons, the wight on his shoulders felt more heavier than ever.As he stood in the hallway, the distant ticking of the clock echoed through the house like a countdown to something he was not sure he could face.Everything felt different. The light did not shine the same way through the windows. The warmth of the place was gone, stripped away by betrayal, regret, and the unbearable truth.He moved slowly through the foyer, his steps heavy with uncertainty. On the far wall hung a series of framed pictures.The ones he had passed a thousand times but never truly looked at.His eyes locked on a small photo tucked near the edge. It was old, faded at the corners, but unmistakable.It was that of Roxanne.She was barely five years old when the picture was taken.Her smile was angelic.
On the outskirts of the city, an isolated building, almost like a safe house, stood.They sky above hung low with soem thick gray clouds, which cast a somber hue over the building.It was the institution where mentally ill people are kept and being catered for.It was the place Reina had been brought to few weeks earlier when she broke down.The weight of everything was too much for her, and with the absence of her parents, she lost her drive and it affected her.James had wasted no time in rescuing her and bringing her here.It was the least he could do since he realized she was his daughter.The iron gates to the building creaked loudly , and opened to allow a black car enter in silently.James Ferguson was sitting in the black car, looking composed.He had a firm expression on as his fingers tap the armrest in a rhythmic manner.The car came to a stop, and the driver stepped out, opening the door. James adjusted the cuffs of his tailored coat and stepped into the cold air, the sce
The taxi pulled over in front of the house.Derek and Evelyn came out slowly with heavy emotions on their face.Luckily for them, Derek had some rumpled notes from months ago in his pocket, with which he paid the cab man.And off he sped.Leaving Derek and Evelyn.Isolated.They were two broken figures, their pride gone.They went in.The whole house was silent.Looking at it, there seems to be no one around.The maids must have left when their bosses disappeared.Evelyn stared out the window at the overcast sky, her hands wrapped tightly around a cup of untouched tea. Derek sat across from her, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor as though the answers to his life’s ruin might appear in the carpet fibers.The doorbell rang.Evelyn stiffened."Expecting anyone?" Derek asked, his voice brittle from not talking.She shook her head slowly. Derek stood and approached the door cautiously. When he opened it, the last person he expected to see stood on the porch, flanked by two suite
It was barely afternoon when a black SUV pulled over to a quiet stop at the edge of the city one day.The gravel crunched beneath it's tires as it screeched to a stop.The door opened and two figures came out slowly.They were Derek and Evelyn.They were both silent.It has been exactly two months since they were taken into custody by Ciel's private security team.They had been isolated in different cells.No contact with one another and with the outside world.They had thought they had no chance at forgiveness, and redemption.Until today, which was rather unexpected.Derek looked thinner, the weight of his sins having carved hollows into his cheeks. His once-confident stance now sagged with uncertainty. Evelyn, usually poised and sharp-tongued, looked weary, as though her guilt had aged her ten years.The doors of the SUV slammed shut behind them, startling them both. A single security agent nodded at them before turning his attention to the road."You're free to go. You've serve