College

VICTORIA’S POV

“Is she going to be okay,” a voice called out from above me. I tried pulling myself up to my feet, but I couldn't. Even in my state of near unconsciousness, I scoffed seeing that he was here.

Stefan!…

“She will be okay in no time,” another voice responded.

“Thank goodness,” Stefan muttered. My stomach tightened at the thought of his words from earlier, knowing that he didn't care. The carefree tone of his voice made that obvious.

“I’m certain that when she wakes up fully, her temperature will be considerably low,” another voice echoed a response.

A pain shot through my chest at the thought of Stefan’s words from earlier. Making a lot of questions swirl through my mind. The questions made me hurt so bad that I felt a migraine come back.

This time, my head felt like it was being crushed with the weight of a thousand boulders and I couldn't hold it in any longer.

A low gasp left my mouth, and immediately I felt someone rush into the room. Surprisingly, Stefan hovered over me protectively and I shivered inwardly at the size of him. His looming figure towered above me as I lay in bed.

“Take this, the doctor said you will be better in no time if you do!” Stefan said and just when he did be backed away with both hands stuffed into his pants. I cleared my throat and shot him a glare with my arms folded against my chest.

“If you’ve got something to say, say it!” He growled.

“You can cut the act now, no one’s watching!” I snapped, knowing he never meant his actions.

“Is that all?” Stefan surprisingly asked. I looked back at him and frowned. Hating the fact that he was talking to me like we were business partners, so formally.

“One more thing, just because you have me here doesn't mean it's where I want to be all my life—-” I summoned up courage and continued.

He raised a brow and then asked. “Where would you rather want to be?”

“College!” I shot at him, without a second thought.

“Done!” He responded, and in seconds he turned to leave. Not a single light illuminated his way as he walked out so easily into the darkness.

“It wasn't so hard, was it Tory?” I muttered to myself as I closed my eyes. As expected, the pills I was given a couple of minutes ago kicked in and in seconds I drifted into deep sleep.

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I pulled the robe off myself, my eyes trailing off to my stuff which had been sent a couple of days ago even before my arrival here. My clothes, shoes, old photographs, all of them came packed neatly in boxes.

I took a good look at the bedroom I was in, noticing that it had more designs than usual and for some reason, it had more frames hanging on both sides of the room wall.

In a couple of minutes I walked up to the balcony that was attached to my bedroom, taking in the fresh morning air. The sound of tyres made me jolt and I looked down to find Stefan’s car racing through the gates.

“Wait, he’d been out all night?” I thought to myself as I watched him emerge from his car and head into the mansion.

The next minute, I caught sight of another figure. This time the person who hopped out of the car was wearing heels.

Almost instantly, my heart stopped. My first thought? He’d brought home his mistress, making it quite obvious that he had never wanted me in the first place.

‘That bastard!’ I muttered, headed for the stairs. He was probably sprawled in bed with her, or probably— the sound of something shattering echoed from down the hallway.

Wondering what it was that had happened. The sounds continued, loud sounds of things being thrown on the ground, of objects being violently broken. I hurried in the direction of the sound, and just when I got up to where the sound came from I realized what it was.

Lamps were broken, vases shattered, paintings strewn across the floor and books ripped apart, littering the whole place. In the middle of it all, stood Stefan looking absolutely murderous, and when his eyes found me, his rage, if possible, increased tenfold.

I took a few steps back, feeling a bit terrified. For some damn reason, he looked so angry, so furious that it sent a chill down my spine.

In seconds, I began to walk away from him. Retreating carefully, so as not to attract attention but I wasn't careful enough.

Stefan caught up with me, he had his hand raised to my face and I flinched away. Closing my eyes with a whimper, however, he didn’t hit me or break my neck as I had expected.

Instead, his fingers traced my temple and down my cheek. My body froze at the gentle contact, unsure of how to react, I kept my eyes closed. I felt his fingers trace my lips, causing a jolt of electricity down my core.

“Fucking beautiful,” He muttered under his breath, his eyes boring into mine. My eyes darted open in surprise, relief, and shock flooding my veins. His piercing blue eyes stayed hard when I looked at him, his lips in a firm line. Stefan was a rock, just as expressionless and cool.

I tried wrenching free but then he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. Just then, the door swung open revealing a red-haired lady, who apparently was wearing the same heels I saw a couple of hours ago.

“It’s Gerald on the line, and he says he’s important news,” She said. At that moment, it all made sense. The red-haired girl was probably a secretary girl at the office. Why do I even care?

I heard him inhale deeply before sighing, his hand falling from my face.

“It better be important!” He growled and then stormed out without even a glance my way.

Everything seemed muddled and confusing as I watched him leave, and I began worrying for my own sanity.

“What was that about?”