Bianca
I stood there, staring into his eyes, my heart shattered. But what hurt more was the fool of a man standing in front of me.
"How disgusting," I muttered, but he looked shocked, staring at me instead without muttering a single word.
"So, you thought I wouldn't find out about your deceit? You thought I wouldn't?" I blurted angrily, and I noticed his slight unease.
"No wonder I had my doubts. I knew what I was saying, what I saw that day. It was you after all. Damn you, silly asshole," I said sharply, my eyes glued to his.
"I don't understand what you mean, my lady. Can you please say something?" he said calmly, but my heart boiled at the silly pretense.
It was so annoying that I caught him by the hands, and he still stood there looking at me and pretending he didn't know what happened. Who freaking does that?
"You are so pathetic," I scoffed. But he never reacted, his face still having that dazed look of uncertainty in it, and that was it, it bursted, flames consuming my bones.
"I just saw that blank SUV drive out of your compound a moment ago, and the plate number is exactly the same. Would you now look me in the eyes and still lie to me that you don't know me?" I blurted angrily, and he flinched.
I noticed the swift change in his expression. But he quickly turned jelly.
"I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you. But then I really didn't want you to get hurt. Besides, the wedding is in two days," he said, and I let out a bitter laugh.
"What wedding?" I snapped, glaring at him. "I'm not going through with it. You're a beast, a silly asshole who doesn't value women. Men like you are cold-hearted jerks that no woman should have to deal with," I shouted, letting all my anger out.
I noticed his jaw tighten, his fingers clenched into a fist. His heart was racing drastically. That beast came all out, but then again, he snapped that out and smiled again.
I was lost. I was struck dumb at the swift change. But there's no way I wouldn't expect such from a pretender like him. I turned to leave, but then again, I remembered the package in my arms.
I walked back and dropped it in front of him. "I came to deliver your suit, hoping we could talk, get to know each other better. I thought it would help me understand your world before the wedding. But I guess I was wrong," I said, my voice full of regret, anger, and pain.
I turned to leave, but his hand grabbed mine, stopping me. His eyes looked like he was trying to feel something, but I couldn't tell if it was real.
"I'm sorry, but I'm changed now. Then I was rude, but now I'm a changed man. Can't you see it?" he said, but I yanked his arms off, turned, and left without saying another word or sparing him a glance.
Seated in my car and driving home, my heart shredded at everything happening. The damn beast my parents want me to marry?
Gosh!
It just wasn't registering in my heart anymore. My rage knew no bounds as I stepped out of the car moments later and stormed into the living room.
There, seated, was Mum, coiled up in Dad's arms, a phone in her hands, and from the look of things, they were both having a happy moment while I was left with sorrow from their intended decision to get me married.
I moved in and stood just next to them, my face contorted in a frown as I stared at them. Mum was the first to see me, and she dropped down her phone.
"Daughter, you're back so soon. Didn't you meet him at home?" Mum asked, her voice calm as always.
I scoffed, "Mum, Dad, that wedding is cancelled. I can't marry a beast," I snapped, about to turn to the stairs, but then Dad hoarse voice stopped me in my tracks, and I turned to look at him.
That dread in his eyes, his anger boiling just from my words?
"You must be silly to say those words. How would you just walk up to us and spill such nonsense? Don't you know the intensity of your words?" he snapped.
I looked at him, hot sweat swirling on my forehead.
Mum stood up and walked up to me. "Daughter, can you please tell us what happened?" she said, her voice masked in concern that didn't register in my heart.
I swallowed hard and narrated every damn thing that happened, including that of two years ago.
Mum let out a slight groan as she turned back toward the seat. Dad picked up his newspapers and started flipping through its pages.
I stood struck dumb at their reactions. Aren't they supposed to console me, to feel the pain I harbored in my heart as my parents?
Instead, they seemed undisturbed, unchanged in their reaction. What I just said and narrated to them, didn't it mean any damn thing?
"Mum, Dad," I called out just when I couldn't take that cold reaction any longer.
"Yes," Dad said, turning back to his newspapers. "You will marry Alex Woods, not because you love him or because of his actions, but because that's what is best for the family," Dad blurted, taking his gaze away from the newspapers and fixing them on me.
"Our family needs that partnership with them, to secure the upcoming deal and sign the project. Don't you want our names to remain in the ladder of affluence as the first wealthiest family?" Dad snapped, giving me that silly father-daughter look.
I swallowed hard, tears burned at the corner of my eyes. My heart broke over a thousand times on the spot. My legs remained glued to the ground. The earth seemed to spin before me.
"Daughter, that's what's best," Mum added, with a more certain look in her eyes.
The tears dropped all down my cheeks, boiling like liquid fire. My heart rising and falling in an instant. Looking at them was pointless. Shedding a million tears was pointless. Saying a million words was of no use or value.
I found myself hurrying up the stairs and slamming onto my bed, my heart breaking as I cried out everything remaining in me.
Just then, the attack started, and I found myself crawling to get my pills at the drawer. Staring at it made my heart boil.
I was dying. Wasn't it best I just died and leave this freaking world of misery?
Wasn't it best to just let the attack consume me, and allow that peaceful darkness to take over my heart?
They never truly cared about my feelings, about what I truly wanted. All they cared about was the family's reputation.
I had run away two years ago, leaving everything behind, hoping I could just find peace again, hoping I could just find love, hoping I could just wake up every day in those peaceful arms, believing I was valued, that my feelings were considered.
But what freaking happened? Love failed me again. Fate failed again. Every freaking thing failed again.
And now, isn't it best I let them all have what they have always wanted…