" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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"HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU! CAN'T YOU GET ONE THING STRAIGHT IN YOU HEAD! I WANT THE TRAITOR BY HOOK OR BY CROOK. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU ALL ARE DOING BUT I NEED THE TRAITOR!"
If there was one word to describe my gang members, I would describe them as 'stupid'. No seriously what were these fuckers thinking of losing the traitor. After we had captured Nareez and put him in our basement, for the 3 months he was here in my torture cell. But suddenly today he had escaped from the chamber and for goodness sake the CCTV footage was corrupted and the guards were not there. What were these idiots doing rather than taking care of the bastards. Not only him, but a bunch of other fucktards also escaped in my capture which is what fueled my anger even more.
I gave one fucking job to these bastards and they can't even handle it well.
Bastards!
While I was on the call, I heard the footsteps coming from the entrance. I shift my head to look at who entered and I saw my uncle and that little hulk coming together. Seriously what is with uncle being so nice with her. For goodness sake I already told him that she is that culprit's daughter and still he is being protective towards her.
I glared at her seeing how my uncle who never questioned me stood up for her increased my anger towards her.
"Where were you?" I asked her sternly. Her boldness in trying to escape despite all the cameras I put up around the mansion seemed stupid. Her carefree way of acting inside these walls, like she didn't know the danger, made me angry but also curious.
As much as I disliked her being here, I couldn't ignore the strange interest growing in me over these past three months. I noticed how particular she was about keeping things tidy and clean. The neatness she kept, almost too much, from her room to wherever she went, hinted at something more complex behind her innocent look. It was unsettling yet oddly interesting, pulling me into mixed-up feelings I didn't understand.
What really drew my attention, even though it disturbed me, was how she communicated with the other maids. She gave them curt, short replies in a cold tone, yet there was a hint of softness underneath. The way she spoke piqued my curiosity about what lay beneath her frosty exterior.
And then there were her strange eating habits - she seemed to take no joy in food, taking only little bites like she was rationing what little she let herself have.
Despite disliking her at first, I found myself being drawn to unravel the complicated personality she tried to hide behind her innocent ways. A peculiar, conflicting interest I couldn't quite explain had taken over. And that is what angered me the most. She is definitely taking over my brain. Which was why I ignored her whenever we walked into each other but it seemed like she didnt care about it either and I did not know why but it irritate the hell out of me.
"She was with me," Uncle answered quickly, not allowing her to respond. I shifted my piercing glare from her to Mama. What is he seriously thinking? Is he really that foolish to be alone with her? I desperately wanted to lock her away in the basement and make her suffer, but unfortunately, Mama's soft heart won't allow a girl to be harmed. What kind of ludicrous thinking is that? Whether girl or boy, if they're the culprit, they deserve equal punishment.
