Vengeful Matrimony | ✔️

Chapter 83

GISELLE

I paused in my tracks when I saw the man, who I just learned wasn't my father, heading my way. All his mistreatment made sense now. He never treated Gianna the same way he treated me, and that was because she was his blood.

A hand shoved me roughly from behind. "Keep moving!"

I stumbled forward, almost face planting the floor, when a hand caught me, pulling back up. I was met with my 'father's' sneer when I pushed my hair out of my face.

"Well, well. If it isn't the great Giselle Rossi, Nicholas' glass princess. I never thought I'd get my hands on you." He chuckled. "I should've never doubted Rocco when he said he'd handle that part of the plan. I guess you're not so untouchable."

"Fuck you." I spat on his shoes, conveying my hatred for him without saying a word. "You knew Gianna was alive all this time, and you continuously blamed me for her death. She was the one who caused the accident on purpose."

Humor flashed in his eyes. "I see you've regained your memory. The doctor did say it could get triggered any time. Dissociative amnesia. You should look that up sometime."

"How do you even live with yourself? You tortured me for seven years. Seven fucking years! You turned everyone in my life against me. You belittled me, even though you knew the truth."

"You should thank me, Giselle. That lie of mine gave you your marriage. You're in love with Nicholas, aren't you?" His mocking laughter filled the deserted hallway. "I heard the good news. I'm going to be a grandfather! Congrats!"

"You're no father of mine. Your daughter confirmed it. I'd die before I let you anywhere near my child."

A smug smirk tugged at his lips. "That's if you bear the child. Don't get ahead of yourself here, Giselle." He spoke to the guards behind me, "Take her to her sister. A reunion is quite due after the dinner you both had at your place."

I gasped, fear paralyzing every muscle in my body.

"Did Gianna forget to tell you that? We brought her in when you were still knocked out from the sedatives. Cherish this last visit, Giselle. You won't ever get to see each other once this is over." He brushed past me, continuing on his merry way down the hall, whistling an excited tune to himself.

Bile rose up my throat at the same time disgust coated my tongue. He was excited at the prospect of this; I realized. They were going to do horrible things to us, and he was excited. Excited.

Another push sent me falling on the floor on all fours. "Move it! We don't have all day."

I forced myself to get back to my feet before they could manhandle me any further. They led me down a few doors until we got to a door guarded by two armed men. I committed their faces to memory - all five of them - as one unlocked the door for me to get in.

He pushed me none too gently into the room before slamming the door shut. I heard the telltale signs of metal hitting the floor before hurried footsteps headed in my direction.

"Elle!" Cara's panicked voice filled my ear as she helped me get back to my feet. "What's happening?" She asked as she led me to a tiny bed in the corner. That was the only furniture in this room other than the nightstand that stood next to it. We had just a little window in another corner of the room for ventilation.

The air in the room was stuffy and acrid, like someone or something had died in here before, and they hadn't bothered to clean it. Knowing this place was run by my father, that was a huge responsibility.

"You don't want to look inside that closet," Cara said with her nose scrunched up in disgust, like she'd heard the thoughts running through my head. "What's happening?" She asked again. "Why were we kidnapped?"