Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 30

"She will win only if you let her win.."

De Villiers said and I know what this bastard was referring to- Our marriage contract.

"Shut up, asshole."

With a suppressed, wicked laugh I covered my mouth with my hand.

"Did I miss something?" Amanda asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"No, it's nothing," De Villiers cleared his throat.

Not talking further we waited for Zariah to return after her work so we could work on our next step.

"Hey, we are back." Zariah called.

Coming back, exhaling loudly as she plopped herself on the couch.

"Welcome, Good work." I hummed.

Taking a sip of my drink, turning to her, scanning her if she had any bruise, injury or not.

"See. I told you I'd be fine. Stop worrying needlessly about me now." She muttered.

Rolling her eyes off but I shrugged it off as we patiently waited for Axel's reaction which was just as we predicted.

He was extremely wrathful about what happened, ready to make his move.

I would have ravaged him long ago but what would be the fun in that? Why would I uselessly make a move?

Look I gained the human killing machine Zariah Ezekiel by patiently waiting for the right moment.

The loss of that warehouse cost him much, when his whole drug storage was burned.

I could feel how it would hurt to lose an important shore but it invited our spy in his legion to severe it from inside.

'Just watch how I am going to control you from inside.'

God, I just hate myself sometimes.

But, my true test of forbearance came. My biggest test.

The reminder that I failed the promise I made to those eyes. I failed. I failed to return. I failed to protect her.

If I had returned before she wouldn't be a puppet today.

As the time passed, I was exhausted by Zariah. The more I tried to disregard her mien, the more it was intoxicating my soul. I couldn't avoid it. It was taking over my ability to think.

"What happened, Boss?"

"Dammit, De Villiers, her demeanor is making me lose my mind,"

When she held no glimmer in her words only I could see; it made me want to label her as an infidel.

'Where are those fucking talks now!?'

"Control yourself," He instructed as if I didn't know that.

"If I can, I won't be anxious like this!" I whisper-yelled.

'Say it's a lie , that I am not the extent of your hysteria.'

Stop. Stop. Just stop it.

"Boss-"

"That's it,"

I needed to confront her after our meeting. Today, I will complete those talks. Let's see her true face.

Was the side she showed me was real or the one she showed to this world?

This whole month was torture.

I called her to my cabin, she was waiting patiently for me, humming to herself.

I stormed inside while she was baffled by the scowling lingering on my face.