Alex
It felt like my heart was being ripped off my chest as I walked back into the hall, putting on those smiles on my face again.
I never knew she was the one that day. How was I to know when she had dressed so simple like a common lowlife? Plus the fact that she had so much changed after ten years. I could never had recognized her in those silly wears.
That was never my fault. She caused it all. Besides, there was no way I wouldn't have done that to any lady out there who tried to stand in my way, not when they are all the same: lowlife bitches everywhere.
I got to the shores that day when I got Enzo's call that Bianca wasn't there. Little did I know that the silly lady I had encountered was really Bianca herself. How pathetic.
My jaw clenched. The mere thought of Enzo stirred a bitter pang in my heart. I felt like stripping the damn bones out of his body, not after what he did to me two years ago.
What he got today was just a tip of what awaits him. As for Bianca, she won't learn the truth until the marriage papers are signed and everything completed.
She and her parents will pay for what they did ten years ago. This arranged marriage is just the beginning. I know no one remembered it, but how can I forget so soon?
I kept the smile on my face even though my heart was pounding and I was boiling with anger inside.
The crowd clapped as I entered, loud roar filled the air. I looked around, and there they were, Bianca and her mom, smiling brightly at the podium.
I walked up to them.
"I'm sorry I kept you all waiting. That was just important. So sorry," I pleaded, taking her hands.
"My lady, shall we?" I said, and she smiled.
Beneath that smile on her face, I saw something stronger. Hesitation, resilience, and something else I wasn't certain of.
That alone stirred up my heart with greater dread. She was mine and mine alone. I would have her just the way I wanted, and there was no going back.
The party continued and soon came to an end. I made sure to say those sweet, well-crafted words to her to register my presence in her heart before going back home.
Seated in my room in the dead of the night, my heart stirred as thoughts of everything resurfaced in my heart, among which were the bitter, sad memories from ten years back.
I tried to shove them off, but again, I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. Each scene let a greater dread settle in my heart, and my teeth gnashed.
I found myself storming towards the wine stand and taking out the bottle of whiskey. I emptied its content into my mouth. The burning liquid ran down my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, reliving that awful day.
She could have stopped her parents ten years ago. She should have. But she didn't. She just stood there and did nothing. That's why she has to share their punishment.
I took another full gulp of the liquid, and a loud groan escaped my lips.
"Gosh!" I muttered, slamming the bottle into the glass walls. The smacking sound of broken bottle and glass filled the air,
Amidst which was the burning pain that shot through my arms. The hurt intensified, and I looked down at the cut on my arm, the blood stains all over the floor.
Just three days, and everything would be settled. Freaking three days, I assured myself, letting the blood pour off my arms onto the cold rug in the room.
*****
The next morning.
"Get that car out and make sure to discard it, and replace all the cars with new ones," I instructed Jerry, my personal assistant, dropping the phone back on the bedrest.
I moved over to the washroom, letting the cold water run through my head, sending cold chills that ran through my spine.
Everything is just going fine, I muttered in my heart as I remained under the flow of the water.
Then I heard my phone ring out in the bedroom. I ignored it, and after the third ring, I took out the towel, turned off the shower, and walked out of the washroom, wrapping the towel around my waist.
I got to the room only to find the security at the gate calling. I slide to answer, because he never calls unless something important.
"Sir, there's a lady here by the name Bianca to see you," he said.
For a moment, I took the phone off my ear, glanced through the screen of the phone, and then took it back to my ear.
"Let her in," I said, dropping down the phone. My heart castroded with thoughts, as I stood thinking.
What was she doing in my house? Shouldn't she be busy with the wedding plans?
I thought it through, but again I couldn't say for sure why she had decided to come visit without calling me first. It's true I didn't know her well, but I'd heard she was strong-willed and stubborn, exactly the kind of woman I wanted.
I changed into a singlet and joggers, brushed my hair to the side like I always did, and made sure I looked good.
Once I was certain I was looking just like that perfect handsome guy, I walked out of the room to the living room, but she wasn't there.
I looked around, a little perplexed, and a frown on my face. Didn't the gatekeeper ask her in or what?
I wanted to draw out my phone to call him but decided to go check at the door.
Opening the door, only to meet her standing there by the door, holding something that looked like a package in her arms, her face unreadable, but there was a frown on it.
That alone registered something in my heart. Something I wasn't certain I was seeing in those piercing eyes that remained fixed on mine.