I smiled secretly then inside…
I dropped to my knees, clutching at my chest, and let out a dramatic gasp.
"Oh my! I can't do it!" I cried as loud and as dramatic as I could.
People panicked. Their face unsure what to do. The woman's hand hovering in the air not knowing what to do, it almost made me feel guilty. But I had to do this…
Come on! Pull out your phones! That's the best thing you can do.
Damien's sleek black car pulls up the driveway, his driver got out of the car and opened the door for him. And just as I see him emerge from the crowd, I smiled, I saw his eyes narrowing as he spots me. For a split second I saw his eyes darkened.
My heart pounded, not just from hunger, but from the thrill.
That's right. Be angry. Let people see who you are. I'll make sure they hated you. I will ruin your carefully constructed mask.
I clutch my head standing up as wobbly as I can, I staggered forward, collapsing onto the pavement, just in front of him.
A gasp escapes from the crowds. Their whispers grew louder, people starting to recognize me.
"Isn't that Lady Seres?" one whispered.
"Why is she wearing that?" another added.
"She's grown so thin."
"Don't tell me her husband did that?"
Damien's face tightens in each word uttered in front of him. His eyes dart ed around, trying to mask the fury bubbling up inside him. His jaw clenched.
"Help her!" someone shouted. Damien froze on his position, unsure what to do.
The gossip began again and this time loud enough for him to hear. I smile inwardly. Satisfied at his reaction.
He approaches, voice low but trembling with barely suppressed rage. He used his hand to grip my shoulders, tight enough for me to feel but not tight enough to alert the crown. Then, he help me up and pulled me towards him, his hand landed on my waist.
"Stop it. You're humiliating yourself." his whispered, his lips brushing my ears.
I lifted my head and pulled him away, eyes glassy trying to feign innocence.
"Honey, Why are you doing this?" I questioned in the same irritating voice Margot used.
"How is it my fault that you didn't give me an allowance?" I rasp, voice trembling but loud enough for everyone to hear. The crowd gasps, some smirked, some frowned.
A lot of them judging.
I even wiped an invisible tear in my eyes using my finger as if everything he said was hurting me. I'll make sure I cry too for an additional dramatic effect.
He shifted uncomfortably. Flashing a fake smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
Then she pulled me aside.
He points at my clothes, disgusted. "Why are you wearing that old thing?" he whispered.
I blink innocently. "Isn't it what I usually wore?" I said softly, but with a hint of menace making sure he understood that the way he treated me was coming back to bite him. The gossip escalated, their whispers turning into outright chatter.
Finally, Damien begrudgingly pulls out his black card and offers it to me, reluctantly. "Take it," he mutters, voice tight and defeated.
"Let's talk about this at home."
I took it from his hand, holding it like a prize. "Sure." the I turned to the crowd.
"Don't worry guys! It's just that my husband was so busy these days." I glance at his clenching jaw. "Maybe he just forgot to take care of his wife."
I flashed him a sweet smile and anchored my arms around his arm.
He snapped. His face furious, and he stormed off into his company building like a child without saying anything. I watched him enter the building until the door swallowed him, feeling the rush of triumph inside me.
"It's not much," I whisper, eyes gleaming victoriously, "but it's a start." I glance up at the company logo, with a small, victorious smile curling on my lips. I will claim back what's yours Allesha. See for yourself.
Then I turned, holding the black card in my hand. The crown started to dissipate, everyone continues with their life.
I look at the little black thing in my hand. A sly, admiring smile formed at my lips. I even sniffed it to make sure it was real.
A black card is an equivalent of a financial Minister's jaded token. I know that much. And with this thing I can finally start my revenge and fix myself.
"You know… I've got to thank you," I murmur softly. "Let's help each other a lot." I tapped the card and carefully stuffed it inside my pocket as I walked through the direction of my car, failing to pay attention in my surrounding.
Then I bump into something hard and fragrant. I looked up, a tall, broad-shouldered man towered over me, dressed impeccably in a suit that screams confidence. His pecs strain against the fabric, hinting at hard muscle beneath. I know a well trained man at a glance.
His jaws well-defined, with a face sculpted by the Gods itself. I almost forgot to breath. Goodness gracious.
His hazel eyes—cold as he looked down at me out difference in height making is possible, his gaze calculating—studying me with a sharpness that makes my skin crawl. Handsome? Yes. But my instinct says he's also incredibly dangerous.
He glances at me once, cold and dismissive, then walks past without saying a word.
Ans also incredibly rude.
"Rude." I muttered. I mean it's part my fault for not paying attention to where I'm going but he could've said something. Way to ruins someone's day.
I looked back, as I watched him walk away. I was about to proceed to the parking lot when a sudden memory flashed in my mind.
I paused look back at the man's broad shoulder, a smile curled in my lips. There it is, the final piece of the puzzle.
"I finally found you."