The Boy Over Flames

★ Chapter 2 ★

Valencia's POV:

The tires screeched against the road as I pulled the brakes and parked the car on the side of an empty road. My breath uneven because of the city rush I just had with Necro. The road was empty with just a hotel at a side of it. I had to get down here.

As I turned to lethia, she was a panic mess. "Hurry up I should be home or we'll get caught" I exhale.

"Lethia don't be a scaredy cat when you dared to make a mafia princess run from her wedding" I leaned towards the back seat but before I could get the stuff lethia already did.
She handed me the bag of clothes and straightened.

"After they know you ran away, which they would've till now, they would come after me so hurry up" I nod checking the stuff in the bag. Then she opened the dashboard and took out a purse. I look at her.

"Money" she says. I smile before I lean in and hug her. I plant a kiss on her cheek as I straightened and nodded at her.

"Best of luck bae" she said. I nodded giving her a loving smile and stare.

"Take care and thank you so much" she just smiled. As I opened the door and got off, lethia shifted herself from the passenger to the driving seat. I walked towards the hotel with the cloth wrapped on my face only showing my eyes while my body fully covered.

I was attentive looking at the side of the road to see if anyone popped out of anywhere. As I reached the hotel gate I turned around and waved at the car which stood at a distance. As I waved the cars lights turned on and it drove ahead with speed. Lethia drove the car so fast that it was out of sight in some seconds. I sighed as I walked inside.

Getting to the counter I get myself a room and walk towards the elevator. As I reach the elevator I press my floor number and the elevator took me up. Walking towards my room with fast steps I open it with the card and locked the room immediately. Throwing the dress on the bed I walk to the window and lock all of them. Even the terrace's ceiling to floor windows.

My breath came out in more relief as I removed the cloth from my face and dropped on the bed. My calves hurt from driving so much in a day and my body felt so tired that for a second I thought to sleep in the dress.

Dragging myself off the bed with so much difficulty, I walked towards the bathroom taking my clothes. As I wear something casual I walk back into the room before sliding the curtains Infront of the window and turning the light off.

I was deeply feared from my dad reaching out to me. Although I did dared to run away from a wedding he wanted to have for power and money and there is nothing more precious to him then the two things. I was the younger daughter, always oppressed and someone ruled. But when time came I knew how to lift the oppression and rule on my own.

If I didn't took a stand for myself who actually will? No angel would come to help me, I would stay with that moron I don't even know for the rest of my life while he'll claim me his. This wasn't happening, I was not going to marry him, so I ran out.

As I lay on the bed and close my eyes slumber fell so hard I felt it difficult to change my side. I pulled the blanket on me and turned to the side. Praying to God that no one comes and finds me, I don't know when I drifted off to my sleep.

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Author/ third person POV:

As he entered into the mansion the voice of his shoes echoed in the big lounge. Luxury, richness, arrogance and ruthlessness surrounded him. With his sharp eyes and tall height he looked like a devil. Slow steps, sensual and careful as he walked towards the stairs.