My Favourite Flavour (Official Story)

Chapter 55

After leaving the cafe, Marquis dragged her towards his car and pushed her inside, making her wince slightly with pain. He filled the driver's seat and furiously started the engine, being madly angry. The car ride was deadly silent as she could not even dare to utter any word. His hand gripped the steering wheel so tightly while his mind was swirling with so many dangerous and mad thoughts which were penetrating his brain and that was surely not good for the health of Yenail, when her breath hitched while even talking to him as her voice remained in her throat along with her eyes filled with tears. “Marqu—”

“SHUT. UP.” He sternly announced while edging his teeth yet with his sight glued towards the road. His car stopped at halt in front of his destination when he stepped out and went towards the passenger seat. Marquis opened her side of the car door and grabbed her wrist when later that he harshly pulled her out with an un-controlling rage contemplating his mind as after furiously entering his mansion, he dragged her upstairs while passing by the hallways and stormed straight towards a room. A room not of his own but another one which was dark as it present besides his room. While still holding her by the arm that he opened the door and threw her inside, making her wimp when later that he hastily shut the door and his finger pressed a button aside the entrance that made the room lit up when it was an empty wooden store room. He frustratingly grabbed his own hair while breathing heavily and yelled at her like a vicious beast. His hair were all flooded with sweat that was hinting anger whereas she lost her breaths along with her weak body being upon the floor when her dreadfully scared sight met his flared ones. He harshly held her by both of her arms this time, which were still a bit hurting, and glared down her soul, whilst gritting his teeth. “HOW. DARE. YOU.” His eyes pierced her soul. “How dare you kiss him?!” He harshly pushed her upon the floor when she hit the ground and cried nonstop. Anger was currently playing the main key role inside him along with the other character, hate, when he approached her and now painfully held her by the chin as he later made her look at himself. “You need a punishment. I should've done this earlier.” He glared, whereas she sobbed being between his fingers as later that he stood up right after pushing her on the floor as he took big steps towards the door and held the knob. “Let's pay a visit to your mother. Shall we?”

After making a turn, he held a mischievous smirk upon his face along with a dark look when, right after ending his sentence, he shut the door and locked it from the other side, whereas her eyes started growing wide as her mind begun processing the danger for her mother's life when she ran towards the door but it was too late.

“No! Marquis, don't! It's not her fault! Please! I beg you! Don't!” Yenail shouted her lungs out when she constantly pulled the door knob which was stuck being locked from the other side. Tears started draining her eyes as now she was terribly afraid for her mother's life, whereas his ears kept on filling with her desperate pleading words but he had no choice left when she made a mistake. A terrible mistake and now he was angry. “NO! PLEASE MARQUIS! DON'T HURT HER! I BEG YOU! PLEASE!”

Her words blasted his ears constantly when she was continuously hitting the door but he doesn't cared at all as his face owned a dark yet cold look while he was strolling down the staircase. He doesn't wanted to care. The kiss with Seth, it flashed right in front of his eyes and he could not bear it. He still loved her. Loved her hard. But it was too much for his heart now, when he tried playing the (good role) with her but his heart could bear only one person. Her. She played well but now it’s time for her to suffer. More badly. 

“Get the men and the car ready. We are leaving. For an important encounter.” He ordered his men with a finger gesture while holding a deadly look in his eyes when he was covering down the stairs.

“No. No. Please don't.” In the room, she squealed her weak body and wrapped her arms around herself while crying for help.

With a stern look that Marquis got inside the black van along with his men who had the guns loaded, along with his own, when he instructed the driver to drive towards a known destination.