Enzo's POV
I remained glued to the floor, my knees still low. The hard tiles sent a sharp pain through my veins. But more intense was the pain of watching her leave me like I was a nobody.
She never said a word nor looked in my direction again, which made my skin burn with more grief, tearing through every fiber of my being.
More likely, my mind remembered that event of two years ago. I could still remember everything that had happened then, except for the fact that the black car wasn't known to me.
I wasn't certain it was the boss on that day, but then that car, I could still picture the plate number of the car, because I was standing just close by when I observed the scene.
Something flickered in my heart and I stood up on my feet and hurried out of the passageway into the compound.
There were many expensive cars parked outside, but my eyes searched for the boss's car. As I walked among them, I finally spotted it, but something strange happened.
Before I could reach it, the car sped off. I ran after it, and just before it went through the gates, I saw the plate number.
Exactly as that on my mind. My heart dropped. My eyes fixed at the spot, unsure of what next to do.
Then I saw the boss, Alex, walking out of the parking lot back towards the entrance of the hall. An unreadable look on his face as he stopped to talk to the guards before stepping into the hall.
I picked up my phone to call Bianca's lines, but they were all switched off, none connected. Was Alex Woods actually that guy from two years back?
Everything didn't add up, nor registered. What was he doing at that shore in that car that wasn't actually his usual car then.
He had sent me to go speak with a supposed lady that day at the shore. But I never found her. Instead, I saw Bianca and the confrontation with the unknown person, made me drawn to her.
She looked so simple and sad. I felt sorry for her and wanted to help, to take away her worries. Aside the fact that I later married her after the accident, because she stood by me all through.
Now, standing here, confused by everything, one thing was clear: I wasn't going to let Alex take Bianca. She belonged with me and mine alone.
I know I was stupid to treat her in the manner I did. Let her go through the process of signing those papers, but there again, I can't let her slip off my arms, nor let him have his way.
He should go look for ladies of his caliber and stop going after Bianca. She was never his class. She was from the slums, and he already had a supposed betrothed two years ago, the same woman he asked me to talk to.
I shook off my thoughts, my chest tight with regret. My arms were tense. I had to do this. I didn't care what would happen, not even if I got arrested. Bianca had to know the truth. She couldn't stay with him.
As I made my way towards the entrance, the guards at the door stopped me. Bewildered, I turned to face them, my eyes needing an explanation.
"I'm sorry sir, but you can't go in," they said, stretching out the words.
"Why can't I?" I asked, my eyes rolling at each one of them.
"That's the instruction. Sorry, but you have to leave now before we use force on you," the other guard blurted out, already pushing me slightly.
I stumbled a little backward. My heart raced, my teeth clenched together, threatening to break out of position.
So, this was it? I sighed, sucking in a deep breath, glaring at them for a while before turning to leave.
Seated in my car moments later, my heart pounded heavily, tearing my being apart. Each beat felt like a sting to my bone, that which I so deserved, but there again, I felt I shouldn't have treated her badly. It so freaking hurt.
I was drawn by Ella's wealth, affluence, and body structure, what I thought was best for me. But right now, I felt different. Extremely out of thoughts.
Moments later, I was home, and I stepped out of the car, fully drained both mentally and physically. I just needed to get to my room and let the cold shower down my heart. Maybe… just maybe, it would help quench that dread in me, and help me think straight.
As I reached for the door, it creaked open. Ella stood there, looking different. Her eyes full of anger, her face twisted, arms on her waist. My feet moved restlessly on the cold floor.
"Well, look who finally came back," she said sharply, bitterness in her voice.
I expected that reaction. But I wasn't in the mood for drama. What I was feeling inside was way worse than her anger.
"Please, I just want to go up to my room," I said calmly, meeting her gaze.
She hissed, and looked me over from head to toe.
"There's no way I'm letting you into this house, not after the humiliation and embarrassment just for that silly lowlife," she paused, breathing out, "you treated me like I was a nobody in front of her because she's finally sneaked her way into wealth," she scoffed out.
"Who knows what lies she has said to him to get his heart? Because as much as I know, she's nowhere near his class, unlike me." She boasted, adjusting her breasts over her clothes and tugging her hair backward.
I stood there, lost for words. Never knew if her words only added to the rage in my heart. I tried to shove her off the door, but she held back my hands, yanking them off.
"When I said you aren't going in, did you think I was joking?" she snapped. "Go back to where you're coming from," she added, looking me in the eyes.
Before I could come out of the daze, the door shut before me. My eyes glued to the door, my mind couldn't comprehend anything happening.
This lady was a snitch. How come I never saw this aspect of her earlier? How did I miss the red signs? I let my emotions ride over me, and now I had lost Bianca.
I stood there for what felt like forever. She didn't open the door, she refused me access into my house, didn't answer my calls, didn't reply to my texts.
My heart sank. But even more than that, I knew one thing for sure: I had to reach Bianca. She had to forgive me. She had to let me back in.
That's what she would do…