Dona was never the kind of woman to play by the rules. When her father died, leaving behind an empire that many thought was too big for her to handle, she proved them all wrong. She stepped into his shoes without hesitation, determined to command th...
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Kimura carried Dona all the way to their bedroom and proceeded to help her wipe her chest with cold water and applied pomade on it. She watched him take care of her as they faced each other. At that moment she felt conflicted for some reason. He seemed to genuinely care for her and here she was, fooling him and looking for ways to kill his father. Dona began to doubt her own self and everything she'd done so far.
'I should've never dragged him into this mess. I should've stuck to messing with Hiroyuki and eventually killing him. Kimura might not be a saint but he has nothing to do with this,'
She feared shit would inevitably hit the fan when Shotaro would return. All plans she had consisted of finding a way to escape when the time would come. However, how to deal with Shotaro himself? It was something she was beginning to fear she wouldn't be able to handle all by herself in that house.
"Are you alright?" Kimura asked softly after noticing that Dona seemed to have zoned out.
"Oh, um... yes. I'm fine now," she replied.
"What happened with my dad?" he proceeded to ask, putting the pomade away and giving her all his attention.
"Nothing you don't know of already. He can't stand me. I was trying to have us get along but he insulted me and you know I would never stay quiet in such circumstances. It degenerated and ended up in what you saw,"
Kimura sighed and ran a hand over his face in frustration.
"I'm so angry right now, Dona," he said with a calmness that hid the anger he spoke of.
"I'm sorry. It was all my fault. Things almost got out of hand. He almost killed you, Kimura..." she said in disbelief and Kimura looked at her.
He held her soft hands in his bigger ones.
"You were worried about me," he said lowly, looking her in the eyes.
Dona stared silently, fighting with her own self and trying her best not to admit that he was right. But she felt like at that particular moment, she couldn't lie about it.
"Yes," she replied with a sigh. "Yes, I was..."
For the first time, she was admitting defeat. And she hoped it would be the very first and last time. She really did.
