Contract With The Carnival

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"I have never seen a bait so beautiful." The sound of a deep voice resonated from above the attic.

Gloria who was sitting on the floor of the attic at one corner on top of the dust bed, looking miserable, looked up. A man looking down at her from above leaning against the railing. His eyes were not smiling but his mouth has turned up.

There was a shadow casting on his face. Making half of his face not seen. Elegantly, he made his way downstairs. Gloria scooted back.

Why was she taken here? Who was he? Many thoughts circled in her head but she was unable to comprehend any of them as fear engulfed her.

As he reached his final step, he was merely a few feet away from her. Gloria looked at him closely.

His hair was dusted with a light blonde color and the length of it had reached the back of his neck. He wore a white shirt that tightly hugged his body as his muscles were visible.

He approached her slowly. Gloria prayed for the world to swallow her at this point. She was so scared but she tried her best not to show it. She glared at him as he knelt in front of her.

He titled his head. She felt a somewhat demonic feeling coming from him. He smelled of sin. He smiled while looking down and he looked at her again. He looked amused.

"I never knew Zohan was capable of choosing a woman this beautiful. I didn't know he was capable at all." He rasped.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked.

He looked down on her shaking hands. "Because I wanted to see how desperate one could get to take back their contracted wife." He said.

She understood the situation. Whoever this man was, he was trying to use Gloria as a means to blackmail Zohan. She didn't know if that will work or not. He doesn't care about her. That's all she knew. If she's gone, he'll bring another one like her.

Zohan isn't someone who would fight for her to get away from this as soon as possible– At least that's what she thought.

"Let me go. I don't have anything to give you." She said, trying her best to hold her ground but failing when he gives her a demonic look. Her tries were constantly failing.

"Do you think I need anything?" He asked. His smile mocked her state. He moved forward to her. This time, she did not move back.

"You need only say you want to get away from him and I'll send two troops to destroy him." He said.

When he didn't hear a reply from her he stood up. His voice resonated in the empty and soundless attic. "Though Zohan Salvatore was never an easy target to deal with. In his blood, runs brutality. He is made of the very thing he inflicts on others." His voice turned to a whisper. "Cruelty,"

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Gloria was rubbing her sides trying to warm her cold body in the cold attic. It was a huge space filled with dirt and a high ceiling that had a window to see the sky filled with stars.

As the smoke of cold came out of her mouth, she looked up at the sky and prayed. She prayed for the safety of her loved ones. Her friends, her brother. The ones she couldn't save even when she fought her best. She did her best yet she could not assemble her plan of escaping.

She needs more strength. When she lacked it, her brother was always there to boost her confidence. To tell her to move forward. He taught her to not be scared. She couldn't be weak anymore.

Not to Zohan, or anyone else ever again. If there is no one to build her broken self, she will do it herself.

As she tried to nuzzle in her arms, she heard gunshots. Her head perked up. The sounds were so vivid that it made her realize, there were many of them. She stood up.

Peeking outside the window, she saw the flood of cars and men in black with weapons in their hands. They were attacking the mansion. The men inside tried to fight back, but they were too little.

It can't be Zohan– she thought. He wouldn't come to her rescue, would he?

The door busted open as Gloria– startled, turn around. The man from earlier. He looked busted with his cloth torn and bloodied and his face filled with bruises. He looked angry rather than calm unlike before.

"I didn't expect that jerk to take action so soon. He sent armies to kill me." He breathed.

Gloria looked shocked. "Who?"

"Zohan Salvatore, your so-called husband is about to destroy everyone for you." He walked towards her enraged.

Grabbing her arms, he twisted them as she screamed. He made her kneel before him as he held a knife to her throat. "I'll make sure you die. He crushed me for kidnapping you."

The door burst open again as Zohan came inside. His men behind him pointing guns at him.

Zohan's eyes were terrifying to her before but now they were menacing. Even looking at him could make someone come to their knees. When he shifted his gaze to Gloria in such a state, his eyes burned fire.

"You leave her now if you wish for a painless death." His voice boomed in the attic.

The man behind her smirked. "So desperate for your wife, aren't you?"

"Leave. Her. Now."

The man pressed the knife deeper in her throat making her wince. "You want her? Come and get–"

A bullet shot into his knees, making him fall to the ground. The knife scattered away as Gloria stood up and ran to Zohan.

He held her tight against him.

"Who hired you?" Carol pinned the man under him. "WHO HIRED YOU?"

"Milo Chen,"

Zohan's muscled clenched. "Traitor," He whispered.

Author: Dear fellow readers, the next update of this book might be slightly late so please bear with me. Ps. I will shortly update this book just do not abandon Gloria and Zohan.