Heartless( SAMPLE)

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I couldn't resist checking out the man whom I had run into. He had strong attributes, like a strong jaw and a well-balanced midface. His irresistible deep set gleaming emerald eyes and arched lips only added to his masculine look. His complexion is fair and flawless. His delicate blonde wavy locks were styled to perfection. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man, well dressed in a formal black suit.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but this quote does not apply to the person in front of me. He is an exceptionally handsome man, and this is an indisputable fact, and if one classifies him in the category of average and ugly. The person should be severely punished for the act of the offence.

His looks are something you cannot divert your eyes off or resist from looking at again and again. He was undoubtedly one of the most handsome men I have ever seen.

As handsome as he was, he had an aura of mystery about him that screamed danger strong enough to stop a charging bull and make him feel obliged to behave.

I stood there with an upright posture, afraid to breathe. How is it possible he brought a turbulence of emotional imbalance inside of me just with eye contact?

He was also silently staring at me with his dark set of eyes with a mixture of interest, vagueness and with an unknown glint in his eyes.

We ogled one another for god knows how long, as if we were competing in staring until a feminist voice interrupted.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

My head snapped in the direction of the voice. There stood a woman a couple of years older. Her olive skin, accentuated by the perfect amount of makeup, made her gray eyes stand out more. Her hair was pulled back into a thick, tight bun. In her short dress she looked like a supermodel.

She was staring at me with her doubtful gaze awaiting for me to answer. Honestly speaking, I already disliked her for some reason. She seems like one of those mean girls you want to avoid.

My eyes blinked once, twice, three times as I gaped stupidly at her.

"Have you turned deaf? or are you mute?" She spat.

A frown appeared on my face because of her tone. Why is she so rude? This woman is giving me a headache with all the bitchy behavior. Can't she communicate in a civil manner? Her eagle gaze was already unbearable, and her tone only increased my dislike for her.

"I work here," I politely answered, ignoring her exasperated emotion.

She giggled like a witch at my words. "So you are a slave?"

How dare she? And why the hell am I being questioned? Forget about it, who is she?

"No I'm maid,"

She rolled her eyes in annoyance and grabbed the man's arm, snuggling possessively against him. "Anything but stay away from my man"

I extricated myself from him, realizing we were still standing so close to one another and it was irritating the hell out of her. Something flickered across his face at my action, but it vanished before I could decipher it and my heart skipped a beat for some unknown reason.

Why is this man affecting me so much?

"I cannot believe this," The familiar voice of Bella came from behind, interrupting us and removing me from the uncomfortable position.

I turned to Bella who had her blue eyes slightly hunched showing her unexpressed displeasure and was staring at the man who I assume was Grace's youngest son. Curiosity piqued me as to what might have happened had Bella got so worked up. Never seen her this serious.

"You dare to bring your whore into our house" Bella yelled.

Nerve's wrecked me at Bella's words, already knowing where the conversation was heading. The dense tension hanging in the air was not helping.

This stupid man not only cheats on Bella, but also has the courage to bring his mistress to his home, where he lives with his fiancé.

My hand clenched into a fist. I was livid at that moment. The mother was also deceived. I've seen her suffer, and cheating is what I hate more than anything in the world. Regardless of my emotions, I remained silent because there was nothing I could do nor was it my business to speak.

"How dare you?" The woman hissed at being leveled as whore.

"Shut up,"

She opened her mouth to protest, but for some reason she closed it. She then turned to the man who had been silent all this time, just looking at the drama.

"Baby, you won't say anything," she says or tries to say, seductively fluttering her false eyelashes.

Is she really trying to be cute? Some get her a mirror. She looks ridiculous.

"I said shut up and stay the hell away from him,"

Bella took a threatening step towards her. I won't lie, she looked intimidating at the time. She looked like a wounded lioness ready to pounce. The woman finally made a sensible decision and distanced herself from him.

Bella looks at Leone. Yes, I know his name, especially when Bella cannot stop talking about him.

"You are not going to explain yourself?" Her tone was accusing and filled with pain.

"You will get wrinkles baby if you frown so much,"

Is this man for real?

Bella's last nerve seemed to snap at his ridiculous remark as she grabbed the flower pot and threw it on the ground, shattering it into countless pieces. Now I know what happened at noon.

She bent down and picked up one of the pieces and placed it on her right wrist.

My heartbeat picks up, my stomach does a flip and my whole body feels constricted in fear. Hope this stupid girl doesn't hurt herself and is just threatening to get the upper hand.

I looked around and saw that the workers had gathered around and were staring in horror at what was happening, but no one seemed to want to come forward to stop her.

Why is nobody doing anything and just watching the drama?

Leone also seemed indifferent about her integrity in judging his stoic expression. Why is he even with her? Was he forced to marry Bella?

I push those thoughts aside, my main concern right now is Bella. I couldn't let anything happen to Bella. Grace trusted me with her, and I won't let her down.

Unable to hold the sight any longer, I cautiously moved towards her.

"Ma'am, keep that down. You'll hurt yourself" I said, hoping she would listen to me.

I understand she is heartbroken but her reaction is too extreme and she is acting like a psychopath. Giving up your life for a cheater is an extremely stupid move.

'Don't come near me," she said. I could see her skin breaking from the pressure.

I was afraid I was only provoking her more, but I couldn't stop moving closer to her. My legs were out of control.

Bella lifted the sharp piece high into the air before lowering it, cutting my left palm.

A moan of pain escaped my lips, and my hand burned like never before, and blood oozed from it. Luckily, the cut wasn't deep enough to require stitches.

As if coming out of a daze, Bella looked at me with horror etched in her face.

"This is your fault. I told you to stay away. Look you got hurt," She snapped defensively.

"I'm sorry," She said, as if she was hypnotized.

"Please drop that," I begged.

My shoulders sagged down in relief when Bella dropped the piece which was not coated with my blood. Even though I got hurt, at least she is safe.