His Sinful Revenge

8. Fear

Emilin POPOV:

The unconscious female with swollen lips, crusted blood, and a teary face was lying on the sofa when Emilin saw her.

Her clothes was also ripped. Her upper clothing was still in her hand.

With a long breath, Emillin rested his gun against his temple.

With his face turned towards the daughter, he saw the pool of blood surrounding her father's body.

The previous few years, sleepless, he spent searching for him, and his jaw ached.

"Clean this mess." (Made his guards obey.)

He chose to sit on the balcony with a cigarette on his lip rather than leave the room.

"What's your next move, Emilin?"

When he looked up at his pal, it was his familiar voice.

"We're gon' handle that fucking Marino."

Emilin gave a fierce snarl.

What about this girl, then? Emilin grinned.

"I will take care of her." .

When we return, let the maids know to keep an eye on her.

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pov of Shirshira

Shira opened her eyes gradually. She blinks twice to see the light because her head hurts.

She sat on the sofa slowly, looking around the room.

Tears filled her eyes as she recalled the previous events.

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I spotted the spot on the floor where my dad's blood was. It was already cleaned, so I sobbed in silence.

My cheeks are streaming with tears.

He is a devilish, ruthless creature.

I want to see my dad. I hurried to the door and attempted to open it, but it was already shut.

I pounded on the door, but nobody answered.

I sobbed and sat on the sofa when no one opened the door.

I looked down at my dress; it was ripped at the right place, exposing my black bra and upper chest.

I covered up my ripped dress, took a quick look around the space and headed to the bathroom.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror; my eyes were red, my lips were swollen, and tears were already streaming down my face. Morley, when I notice a purple mark on my neck, I am annoyed.

I attempted tying my ripped sleeves, loosened my hair to hide my right shoulder, and cleansed my sore face.

I stand by the toilet window and peek out; the area is being watched by a large number of men dressed in black.

I felt a great deal of frustration and put my palm on my face as the sun was about to set before looking out the window.

I was trapped in here this morning, and I'm afraid of his immoral actions and the way he treated me in the past.

Tears were already welling up in my eyes. He had already taken my cell phone and handbag; my dad was either dead or still alive. My mind is racing with so many ideas.

My only family member is my childhood friend Leena, who is currently overseas.

How could she know what was going on in my life? I quickly realised that Leena had given me her phone earlier, and sure enough, I found it in my pocket.

How am I going to tell her?.

He had me confined since the morning.

I unlocked my phone and began typing as I didn't have time to cry.

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Leena.

Shira is here; I'm imprisoned at Emilin Place. I went to give Dad the file, but it was Emilin's place. He shot my father, then imprisoned me in a room. I'm terrified".

I sent her some exterior images. I snapped through the window, as I had previously mentioned the address David had given me.

I tried calling her often and sharing my address with her, as I'm afraid he'll come back.

I went to check if the bathroom door was firmly locked, left Lean a voicemail, and called her again.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The voice sounded feminine, and I erased the SMS and voicemail that were sent to her.

I put my phone in my pocket and turned it off.

A loud sound signalled the opening of the door.

The sight of that demonic face and crimson, angry eyes made me shiver.

I'm crying already, and my hands are shaking as I grip my dress.

one of the women stand beside him, he glared her to leave.

I'm shaking even more now that he's moving closer to me; I can't deny that he made me feel vulnerable in front of him.

I was behind the large window when he approached and took a position in front of me.

Because of his actions, I'm afraid he will coat me.

I looked down, tears already streaming down my face.
I muttered slowly.

"Please allow me to visit my father; I want to know what happened to him where he is."

Even if my voice is quite low, he can still hear me.

Please release me......

He headed to shut off the tap, which I had opened earlier since no one was hearing me.

Let you go?

I looked up to see him when his deep voice came out of his mouth.

He leaned into the bathtub, closing his chest with his hands.

There is silence between us, and I can feel that he is watching at me, which makes me uneasy.

(Holding up my head)

Please.....

(Yes, I saw that he was staring at me.

His eyes were searching every inch of my body and soul, and as I felt more repulsed, I moved my gaze to the side).