Bloodstain

Tristan stood up as Camilla explicitly requested Tristan to marry her.

"Give me anything you want, ANYTHING! Nevertheless, not for weddings! Do you get it?" Tristan was adamant.

"Then tell me quickly, how much money do you need," Tristan continued.

“…” Camilla remained silent.

"Answer my question, bitch!" Tristan screamed even louder. Camilla was in tears. Her heart is broken. She felt like a vile woman!

"Write the amount you require on the check." Tristan finally produced a blank check from his wallet and instructed Camilla to fill in the appropriate amount.

"Don't be shy, don't be bashful. Everybody is aware that everyone needs money!"

"Do you believe money can buy anything?" Camilla's turn has come.

She stared in astonishment at the figure of a man who was, in fact, a billionaire.

"Isn't that the truth?" Tristan responded gently. "Could you please tell me your price?"

Tristan continued to attack Camilla, but she made no response. Although the salty water that had lined her eyes was full, it had not yet spilled down her cheeks. Camilla was still struggling to keep it together.

Tristan became frustrated because Camilla wouldn't budge. As a result, he again drew out his check and took a pen out of his shirt pocket.

"Is this enough?"

Tristan handed Camilla a blank check. On the cheque, it said $100,000. Camilla has won a large sum of money.

"Idiot, answer my question!" Tristan began to yell.

Tristan resumed accepting the check because Camilla did not respond. He appeared to be scribbling furiously with a pen on the pre-inked check. Tristan appears to be putting his ballpoint pen back into his shirt pocket a few seconds later. Only the bollpoints, not the check which now says the amount of money is more.

"This is my final offer,"

"You, bastard!" Camilla expressed herself in her heart.

Camilla's tears flowed freely when Tristan threw the corrected check into Camilla's face roughly.

"I believe the sum I wrote is more than enough to compensate for your virginity, which I accidently stole."

“Foolish!” Finally a word came from Camilla's lips.

"Fool you say?" Tristan said heatedly "HEY!!!" he continued, pounding the table until Camilla gasped in surprise.

"Even if you marry a man chosen by your uncle, I'm sure he won't be able to offer you the money I gave you!" In fact, even if you become a prostitute and sleep with hundreds of guys, you will never be able to earn as much money as..."

Tristan exclaimed! Camilla bathed him in her glass of sparkling water, and he fell silent, not making a sound.

"TAKE YOUR MONEY!!!" GET IT!!!!" Camilla shouted in Tristan's face as she ripped a five-hundred-dollar check into bits of paper.

"If I could turn back time, I would not have gone into your room that night to remind you! I don't need your money! Even though I'm impoverished, I still have self-esteem!"

Camilla got up from the chair she was sitting in and was about to leave Tristan but she turned back to remind him something of Tristan.

"There is one thing you must remember! Nothing in this world can be purchased with money! My virginity was never sold to me. Especially for a jerk like you!"

"So, what made you ask me to marry you? Isn't that just a ruse to gain more money from me?"

Camilla's movements came to a halt when she heard the words of the guy who had twisted her heart into black charcoal.

"All I'm afraid about is getting pregnant. No one else." Camilla bit her lower lip.

She wiped his tears away again, this time without Tristan seeing. Tristan became anxious. He'd never considered it that far before. Tristan assumed this young lady was taking advantage of him.

"You can't possibly be pregnant, Camy. We only do it once."

"Who can ensure?" Camilla responded with a question.

Tristan was unable to answer Camilla's query because of a critical question.

"I'm sick of arguing with you. You don't need to be concerned, just relax. I've decided right now that if I get pregnant as a result of that one-night stand, I'm going to abort the baby!"

***

Heavy! Today is a rainy day in Manhattan. Everyone should pull over. The streets, which were once crowded, are now vacant. Tristan did not want to go to work today. He's having a rough day.

He purposefully turned off his smartphone so that no one, including Ayana, could call him. Tristan arrived at the hotel where he had spent the night half an hour later.

He met with the hotel to make arrangements to replace all of the hotel property that he had harmed. When the hotel found out who Tristan was, they refused to charge him anything. His father is the hotel's largest shareholder.

So no one dared to sue Tristan. Tristan hurriedly packed his belongings and prepared to depart the motel. Tristan folded his shirt and stared at the bloodstained linens that the hotel employees had cleaned up.

"What should I do if the girl is truly pregnant?" Tristan is perplexed by Camilla's warning to abort the baby if she is discovered to be pregnant.

"Crazy! You'll see, you insane woman. Is he really going to disregard my money or not?" Tristan smirked slyly.

A woman entered and hugged him from behind before he could finish folding his clothing.

"Tristan! Where have you been? I'm worried about you. Please forgive me."

Tristan kept quiet. He regretted not locking the door before entering. At this point, he is unaware of how Ayana came to know Tristan.

"How did you know I was here?"

"That doesn't matter right now. It's not difficult to track down your whereabouts. Tristan, I miss you so badly."

"Ayana, please let me go." Tristan asked coldly.

"No, I'm not!." Ayana hugged Tristan even tighter.

"We're done, Ayana. You can't be like this, entering my room without my consent!"

Tristan threw a half-snap at Ayana. Ayana had to relax her grip. She remained silent for a brief period as Tristan resumed his operations. Ignoring Ayana, who was standing behind him.

"Do you truly want to end this relationship, Tristan?" Ayana asked, her voice trembling.

"Yes." Tristan responded calmly and immediately, as if he were truly prepared to lose Ayana's affection.

"But how about everyone else? Our family have even decided that our wedding reception would be held in Barcelona the following month. Do you wish to cancel?"

"I didn't even start it! You were the first to begin! You completely ruined everything! Ayana, you betrayed me. Consider it carefully and consider your faults!"

"Yes, I was mistaken! Do anything you want to punish me, but don't end our relationship." Ayana begs Tristan's forgiveness. "I love you so much, Tristan." Ayana said.

"We've finished. Now we are breaking up!" Tristan hurled a suitcase full of clothes and other equipment in front of Ayana.

He snorted away leaving the girl alone there. Ayana cries regretting her actions. She really didn't expect Tristan to come home from his business trip so suddenly. At first, Ayana was just messing with Carlos, but the game was getting more and more engrossed in perverted passion.

Ayana never thought she had to end up with Tristan like this. Ayana sat on the edge of the bed and continued to sob. But his gaze stopped at the pile of neatly folded sheets at the end of the room. A spot left on the bed sheet made Ayana stop crying...

"Isn't this a bloodstain? But, whose bloodstain is this?"