Avenging Love

Chapter Twelve

Jennifer's POV:

I found myself still immersed in the water, the level was uncomfortably high, making it impossible for me to easily emerge. It engulfed me up to my neck, leaving me stranded in the pool.

In an instant, Jake approached, he extended his hand in a gesture of assistance. Gratefully, I grasped his hand, feeling a surge of relief as he helped me steadily out of the pool.

As I emerged, water cascaded off my body, leaving a trail of droplets in my wake.

And then, the maid came from within the house, her voice carrying a hint of warmth as she beckoned, "Come inside. I will fetch you some clothes for a change."

Grateful for her kindness, I nodded in thanks and trailed after her. Crossing the threshold, I stepped into a world of opulence and grandeur.

The house stretched out before me, vast and magnificent, its walls adorned with hues that seemed to dance in the light.

Every corner boasted lavish furnishings, each piece a testament to luxury. As I wandered further into its depths, the enormity of the mansion struck me.

The corridors seemed to stretch on endlessly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I might lose myself within its labyrinthine halls if I dared to stray from the path.

As we stepped into the lavishly decorated room, the maid presented me with a white Tee shirt and a pair of denim pants. She smiled gently and said,

"Mr. Vinson said, change into his clothes. In the meantime, I'll take care of washing and drying yours."

"Thank you so much," I replied warmly, appreciating her assistance. With a nod, she excused herself, and left the room.

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Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I realized the clothes were too large for me. The shirt hung off me loosely, making me feel a bit awkward and uncomfortable.

After towel-drying my hair, I stepped outside. Everyone was busy with their tasks, and I was heading towards my area to decorate it.

While passing by the pool, someone's foot collided with mine, almost causing me to fall in. It seemed intentional. Frightened, I closed my eyes, and my heart was beating so loud.

But thankfully, someone grabbed my arm just in time to prevent me from falling.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself still on the brink of falling into the shimmering pool, the blue water below taunting me with its depths.

Mr. Vinson laying on the sun lounger nearby, holding onto my hand tightly. When I attempted to regain my balance, he released my hand, I stumbled again and was about to fall, when again, he held my hand tightly preventing me from falling.

I gasped for a breath, my lungs desperate for oxygen and chest heaved with each heavy inhale as I looked at him in disbelief, my face contorted with astonishment.

Struggling to comprehend the situation, I found myself unable to make sense of what was happening.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief and frustration, the tone laced with a hint of fear.

His silence hung heavy in the air, his features shrouded in darkness, his eyes piercing mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. It was as if a storm brewed behind those darkened eyes, brewing with an unfathomable rage.

"Let go of me, what's wrong with you?" I demanded, my words tinged with a growing sense of panic. I was on the verge of shouting.

Instantaneously, he rose from the sun lounger, his grip on my hand tightened, becoming progressively firmer.

If he had held me in that position for a few more seconds, the blood would have stopped flowing in my hand. I grabbed his hand and tried to remove but failed.

He forcefully pushed onto it. I landed with a thud on the lounger. He stood before me like an ominous silhouette, his figure casting a long shadow over me. His stance was imposing, every muscle tense with an unspoken threat, as though he held the power to unleash havoc with a single command.

Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, he bent down, his body contorted into a menacing arc as he gripped the edges of the lounger with a vice-like hold, his knuckles became white.

The sun was casting long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles and deep lines etched into his features. His eyes bore into mine with a chilling intensity, devoid of any trace of humanity, as if he were a predator ready to pounce on his prey.

Frozen in shock and disbelief, I could do nothing but meet his gaze with wide eyes, my heart pounding in my chest, as I waited for whatever was to come next.

"Listen to me carefully. Don't you dare play games with me. Tell me clearly who sent you after me? What information are you feeding Alex?" he demanded, his voice seething with anger, his jaw clenched tightly.

I stared at him in disbelief for a while, before shoving him forcefully. He stepped backward, and I stood tall, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Why do you keep asking me the same question?" I retorted, frustration evident in my tone. "I have nothing to do with you or Alex. Why can't you understand?"

I jabbed my finger in his direction, emphasizing on my point."This is the last time I'll say it, mind it that I'm not involved in anything."

He remained silent, his glare piercing through me, a silent testament to his distrust.

I turned to leave, as I stepped forward, his hand shot out, gripping mine with an iron grip and yanking me backward. The force of his pull caught me off guard, sending me stumbling back into him. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer, until he stood behind me. My hair swirled around his face in the rush of air.

My heart raced in my chest, each beat reverberating through my entire being, threatening to burst from my chest at any moment. It was as if the world around us had fallen silent, and all I could hear was the thunderous pounding of my own heart.

He leaned his face closer and in a low menacing tone that shivers down my spine, he whispered in my ear, "If I discover any involvement of yours in my personal life, mark my words, I will make your life hell."

Furious and trembling with a mixture of fear and anger, I wrenched his hand from my waist, the strength of my movements fueled by adrenaline. With one last defiant glare, I turned on my heel, while taking long strides I stormed out of his house.

Until then.....