FALLING INTO HIS DEN OF WOE
{DO NOT FORGIVE ME ISOLDE}
CHAPTER 4
PENTHOUSE,
Imogen stared at the picture of Tushar's bloody body for the thousandth time and the satisfaction on her face can't be expressed with pure words
The rain had died down already but there are still frequent thunderclaps in the sky
"Can't believe you actually acted that fast. That's why I love you. I love you to death," she said as she returned the phone to him. She took the almost empty flute from him and drank the remaining content in one go, it burned her throat but she didn't seem to care
Emolgen already left the two of them to go get something to eat so it's only Emilius and Imogen in the living room
"Do you think that doctor will rat us out to dad? I can't imagine myself on dad's bad side when he wakes up" Imogen said, her face expressing true worry
"Who do you think I am? That doctor is equally taking orders from the Delvani family and he's just using us as cover. I intentionally allowed him to keep doing what he's doing, he's a tiny ant that can be crushed just with my finger" he muttered and Imogen nodded
"I fucking love you so much," she said again and her hand went into his hair
"Why is it wet? Did you even dry it out after taking a bath?" she questioned as she stood up to grab the nearest towel
"Does it matter? It dries anyway" he replied as he got a hold of his phone and he busied himself with it, Emolgen also came back with a bowl of fruit salad in her hand
"You really can't do anything without us right? Imogen even has to dry your hair for you" she said with an eye roll as she looked at Imogen drying his hair with all seriousness
"How's the meeting with all the Lords going? We can't afford to lose their support" Emolgen said as she threw a slice of strawberry in her mouth
"It's almost done" Emilius replied, he doesn't like talking too much and he prefers action rather than words
"I doubt that Lord Alvin will agree easily, he has always been supporting that bastard" Imogen pouted and Emolgen nodded in agreement
Emilius just scoffed with a smirk
"I know where to get him" he replied as he kept tapping away on his phone
"Urggh…I'm bored" Imogen suddenly groaned as she fell on a chair, the towel fell on her face in the process and she didn't bother to remove it
"Can't wait for the game to start" she added
Emilius's mind is already mapping out different strategies as he knows that Tushar will definitely survive. Everybody might think he's weak and psychopathic but Emilius knows the strong survival instinct of that beast and no other person probably knows that and that's why he must destroy him before anybody else finds out about his strength
THE NEXT DAY
Isolde rolled in her bed when she heard the heaving banging on the door. She didn't sleep a wink all through the night and she was finally able to rest her eyes around 6am in the morning
The loud banging on the door continued and she was forced to go get the door because it might be her father, she didn't meet him at home last night when she came back and she thought that he might have spent the night at the casinos like he always does
She hasn't changed out of the clothes she wore yesterday even though she came back drenched by the rain. Rainwater was dripping from her body when she returned home and she just slept in her bed like that and the clothes were already drying on her body in the morning
She finally reached the door, and the person barged in angrily. Isolde gasped in shock and the remnants of sleep deserted her immediately as she looked at her landlord
"Good morning Mr Trent" she muttered as a dry cough escaped her throat, she might have caught a cold from staying in the rain for too long
"Good morning? What's good about the damned morning sissy?" he asked with his hands folded across his chest. His long blonde hair was permed to the back and he's putting on a grey shirt with black pants, he looks like he's going out
"I thought we settled for tomorrow Mr Tre, not," Isolde asked, more like a statement
"It's my house and not yours. I get to decide when to get my pay or not," he said and Isolde looked at him in total bewilderment
"Now get in and give me the money. I amn't Jesus the cheerful giver" he said sarcastically and Isolde plunged her hand into her already scattered hair
"Can't you wait a little bit longer, Mr Trent? I'll go get my pay today, and I'll pay you in the evening. I promise you, give me a little time" she pleaded and Mr Trent pinched the bridge of his nose
After a while, he finally talked,
"I'll come back tonight…fine, but I must get my pay. I won't listen to any touching story. Have a nice day" he said and finally left, he even shut the door behind himself
Isolde sighed and sat behind the door, her back resting on the door, and her knees propped up as she hugged her knees to her chest. She looked around the whole house, and it was ruffled and scattered.
The couches are torn and old, an old television set was arranged on a side of the living room, the carpets are dirty and littered with nylons of chips and bottles of different alcohols, and there are even cans of beer and leftover chips scattered all around
The house looked unkempt as if it had been abandoned for years. At another side of the wall, her father's picture hung there her own was beside it and her mother's own was last
Her mom died when she was still a toddler, at least that's what her dad told her and ever since she was in high school she had been carrying out some sort of tradition on the day of her mother's death anniversary but she couldn't do that yesterday
After sitting for a while she got up and started cleaning the house
OFFICE OF THE PRIME MINISTER
As the prime minister of Moscow city, his wealth is dangerously much and it can be felt wherever he goes to and his office is part of where his wealth can be felt
His office is wide and huge and it compares to the size of two football fields combined. He seems to be a lover of nature as half of his office is full of different species of plants and small trees in a flower pot, statues of different animals and reptiles were all arranged and it looked as if an exhibition of trees and animals was going to take place here
At the far end of the office, a large round table is situated. The table is in a semi-circle form and a chair is placed behind that table
The table is full of different paperwork, and they are all neatly arranged. A computer set is also available on the table. A golden table-clock is also standing at another corner of the table
Behind that table is seated the prime minister of Moscow, Minister Zeke Alvin. He looks young and agile like he cheated the law of mortality, he looks younger than his age and no one can actually guess his real age
He had his back resting in his chair as he received a call on his phone, his gold-rimmed glasses had been shifted downwards a little and were now resting on the bridge of his nose. He looks fine and madly rich in his perfectly-made tailored suit, with a golden chain attached to the left side of his suit, and it dangled down his chest. The sleeves of his shirt were cuffed with black and shiny cufflinks that looked rich
His face held a neutral look as he discussed with the person on the other end of the phone
"You mean he escaped again yesterday night?" he asked. His face which was expressionless before suddenly changed, his whole face screamed anger
"How dare you watch him get shot!?" he yelled angrily, he wasn't able to talk much further when he heard a knock on the door of his office so he ended the call and told the person to enter
His secretary entered, she's smartly dressed in her red silk top and blue woolen skirt that reached just above her knees, her black kitten heels made the 'click' sound against the tiles as she moved and her expertise could even be felt from the sound of her heels and it was as if every was calculated. Her hair was tied in a tight bun with a few bangs curled at her temples, and her makeup looked simple yet fierce
She approached Alvin with a tab in her hand and she bowed when she got to him. Alvin nodded in acknowledgement, his face was still showing signs of anger. The secretary dropped the tablet on the table before him
"I've had the speech prepared, sir, and the press room is ready. You are the one we are waiting for sir" she said
"Were you informed that he was shot?" he asked, his tone rising again
"I was informed sir but I was also told that he was saved by a delivery girl and he was finally taken away by Rowan" she reported calmly like she was already expecting the question from him
"When exactly did that happen?" he asked
"It was yesterday night. I was told that he had escaped the hospital since two nights ago" she replied again
"Aurora!" he snapped and Aurora bowed her head as she could already sense his extreme anger
"Why didn't you inform me two days ago!?" he yelled
"The workers at the hospital promised to find him. They were scared of you and they couldn't imagine what you would do to them if they told you he was gone so they promised to find him" she replied with her head still down
"What the fuck are you saying? Did they employ you? Why would you listen to their flimsy excuse?" he asked
"I'm sorry sir" she apologized
"Gather every fucking staves from that hospital…I deal with them after the press conference" he ordered angrily
He straightened his slightly crumpled suit, grabbed the tablet, and stormed out of the room. Aurora went to the table and used the telephone to make a call, it was short and concise and the message was passed within a short period of time
9pm, Isolde's place,
Isolde unlocked the door with her key and entered. She was surprised that the door was still locked. She was expecting to meet her father at home already. She shifted the big flower pot where they keep the extra key and to her surprise, the key was right there staring at her
She frowned and entered, she's holding a bag of groceries in one hand and the other hand held the half-payment of the landlord she got from Madam Ploy
She placed the envelope on the counter and took the groceries to the kitchen, the house is only illuminated by lamps and a few candles and there's no electricity because Isolde couldn't afford to pay the money
The house is now clean and almost spotless. She had cleaned, swept, and scrubbed the whole house before she left for work in the evening. Madam Ploy gave her the money she couldn't collect yesterday and she even had to take a day off today to visit her mother and perform the yearly tradition for her
She also branched out to the supermarket to get fruits and everything her mother liked before she died. She washed all the fruits in the kitchen and arranged them in a bowl, she brought them to the dining table and placed them on the table
She placed her mother's picture on a chair at the far end of the table and she sat opposite it. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, she was putting on faded bum-shorts, and a black oversized t-shirt
She placed her hand on her neck to rub her necklace and she was shocked to not find it there. She sprang up in haste and her eyes widened in horror as realization hit her…
She had lost the one and only gift her mother had left her.