WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Thirty One | Two Faced

Samuel's POV

2 Months Until Victoria's Death...

I couldn't believe it at first. Seeing her stand there in front of that nocturnal house. She looked kind and blessed, unlike anything Victoria ever shared before. She looked beautiful, and living in Victoria's shadow all this time made her easy to slip by. Easy to mistake for the villain of the story, but I never gave her a chance because of that bitch Victoria always getting in the middle of things. Making everything about her all the time. I don't know what I saw in her after all this, abandoning me like this. Leaving me sad and broken. Agonized. Now that I think about it deeply, maybe Damian's offer wasn't so bad after all, maybe, just maybe, he was right all along. "Hi." I said as I looked at the floor of this big mansion, I didn't expect Damian to be the one to open the door, but there he was, looking down at me with the widest smirk on this planet. I felt ashamed, for everything I did. It all started coming back to me, all the bullets I fired, the punches and destruction I caused for a girl who deserved nothing in this world. Nothing at all. A girl who held a video of her best friend having sex with someone. A girl who caused everything bad to fall and stumble, like pieces of domino.

"Glad you finally found your way." He replied, but once I looked up to meet his face, I realized he wasn't speaking to me, he was speaking to Isabella. "I told you I will get him on our side." She looked up at the spiral staircase, "Unlike that useless bitch that you're obsessing over." It was Christina, wearing her burger shirt that our parents got us when we were younger. It's wrong to say who got us because we stole the money and ran to the store. "You're right," Damian smiled, "I was wrong to doubt you Issy." He took her in for a hug, which made the color on Christina's face switch and turn upside down, her smile falling to a look of disgust. "You two would have been dead if I didn't tell you about the chloroform by the way," She sent Isabella flying kisses as her foot touched the last step. "Hi, Samuel." She turned to me, "Miss me?"

"I didn't miss you on that mountain when you came back from the dead," I smirk, "And I definitely don't miss you right now, dear." I ruined her morning with those words. Isabella took the first punch and I carried on with it. I kind of admit, it feels good knowing I still have so much power over Christina. I don't know why, but something about this level of control I have over her soul sparks a sense of ecstasy down my spine. Seeing the fear in her eyes when I look at her, knowing to the depths of my bones that she struggles before going to sleep every night as she pictures my arms wrapped around her neck. Pushing harder and harder every second, seeing her soul and aura evaporate. I know she still wakes up in the morning with tears running down her face because she hasn't met the devil, but she met the closest thing to him, a messy hair, bearded Satan.

She raced to the kitchen with her face buried in the floor to hide the red on her cheeks. Filled with embarrassment. I shared a look with Isabella, smiling to our ears because of that victory. I had my reasons to hate Christina. I could name a thousand reasons why I can't stand the floor she steps on, and one of them is the fact that she faked her death and let me live in fear all these years. While she was out doing god knows what. "Cool off on her guys," Damian said, "She isn't so fucked up in the head like the rest of us."

He put three cups on the kitchen counter as they prepared dinner, or midnight snacks. I don't really understand the food schedules of multi millionaires, and Christina.

"So," Damian came back with a bottle of wine, filling Isabella and I's cups. "What caused you to leave Victoria and join the ugly side?" He grinned at the mention of her name, not any kind of grin, but a dark mysterious one. Like he was obsessed with the idea of Victoria having a horrible life, I didn't understand it at first. I tried reading his personality a million times, but I never understood the grudge he held until I found myself in his shoes. "She told me that I am not a part of her plan," I felt tears filling up my eyes as I said that, now that I mentioned what happened to the rest of the world I started realizing how deeply it hurt to feel betrayed by someone you love so much. Or loved, shall I say. I had this reaction simply because of a small betrayal in the ocean of feelings that are rushing through Damian and Isabella's bones right now. A best friend, who has spent her entire life in someone's shadow just so she could feel valued, and a lover, who listened to all the yapping she did on a daily basis. She threatened to ruin their lives, and that is the worst kind of betrayal. Especially when you are so close to someone.

Damian said nothing at the mention of her plan. I suspected that I was brought here for an investigation. I thought that I would be dealing with them constantly questioning Victoria's plan, and what have we been plotting all this time we spent in that hideous house, but they didn't. To my shock they were living pretty normal lives for people who are in the middle of death threats. Damian was off playing games in his room, asking me to join him every now and then, but I never did because I didn't want to admit that I have never played a video game in my life. As for Isabella and Christina, they were shopping online and making fun of people recording thirst traps online. They both looked at me and smiled every now and then, but I never understood what type of smile I was receiving. Could they be plotting against me this second? Could this be all a part of some master plan to kill me and win the war? I found myself asking, what if they were still in this war, and I was losing right now? "Samuel," Damian moved the headphone off his ear, "For the last time, do you care to join me?" I shook my head, looking down at the one thing keeping me sane right now — Marcus Aurelius.

I showed them that I was sunk into my book, but in reality I wasn't reading, I was waiting for their next step, watching, like an eagle in the sky. I was not about to get killed because I messed up. I refuse to die because I didn't keep my eye on the prize, but what if they weren't plotting at all, and all of this was simply in my head? Questions kept coming, eating my head, one question at a time. I didn't know whether I should keep my guard up and wait for betrayal, or if I should lower it down and decide to allow people to come inside, trusting that they won't hurt me.

I wouldn't know, but as I drifted off to sleep I got my answer. These walls aren't built because of Damian and his tribe, but because of years of pain and betrayal. Years of being shut down by the people that I care about the most.

I am a kind soul, a kind soul that has been scythed by this cruel world, and as I fell asleep — I felt her touch on my face.