Little Angel

Chapter:45

Vivian Flammery.
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"So, Vivian," Ava said with an icy smile that never reached her eyes, "tell me, how did you trap Gabriel?"

Moly and I were the only ones in the room with Daisy when Ava stepped inside. Her parents have stepped out to talk to the doctor about when they can discharge Moly from the hospital, and as soon as they go, she comes inside with her snake-like personality.

The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately. With a presence as imposing as a summer storm, her sharp features held that same tension I'd come to expect; she never changed, still the bitch she always was.

She was wearing a pink dress with a fur coat and a black purse in her and surveyed the room as if she were a queen inspecting her kingdom, disappointment and disgust flickering in her eyes as they landed on me. I could feel her disdain like a palpable weight pressing down on my chest.

I ground my teeth together, fighting the urge to lash back directly. I know better than to engage with her pointless jabs, yet her question hangs in the air like a noxious cloud. Ava's disdain for me has always simmered just beneath the surface, with every comment she makes serving as a reminder that I don't belong to the lofty world of power and privilege they inhabit.

She never liked that Moly spent time with me when I was used to living in their house, so as soon as I turned 18, I left the house, and after a year, Moly also did it.

After my parents deaths, Moly's parents kind of took me in as foster parents because I always stayed over their house when I was a kid, and Ava never liked it, but it got worse when I started living there, and she was always jealous of her own sister and always tormented her by saying that she should hang out with people of her status, aka people like her friend.

Moly was sitting on the bed, eating an apple that I had just cut for her. Daisy was sitting on the couch playing the game she installed on my phone, like ten others.

Before Moly can answer her, I squeeze her hand, stopping her. I want to handle her myself; if she thinks she can walk all over me like she used to, then she is very much wrong.

I will not let her. I have a reputation to keep now, and this was my moment. I wouldn't let her undermine me. "Ava," I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the inferno growing within. "When it comes to Gabriel, I didn't have to trap him; that was not my thing. He chose me, and as far as I know, he's also chosen to keep me close. Maybe you'd understand that if you ever bothered to see beyond your own jealousy."

''Jealousy? Oh, please, Vi. I'm not jealous; I'm worried." For a moment, she looked surprised that I was talking back, but before she shot back, crossing her arms defensively, her gaze flitted to Moly, like asking her to stop me, but she just lean back on the bed and keep eating her fruits, enjoying the drama that women live for drama.''Don't you see? You assume you're special, but men like him don't settle for women like you. He would chew you up and spit you out without hesitation."

"I don't need your concern, Ava," I said, my voice gaining a fiercer edge. ''He's a man who has shown me love, loyalty, and a glimpse of happiness you would never understand, and as for the chewing part, he indeed does like to bit me on my neck—a lot, if I may say." I said the last sentence with a smirk on my face and pulled the collar of my overcoat away from my neck so she could see the mark that he never let fade away for long and hide my concealer, so I couldn't hide it.

I saw the flicker of anger in her eyes. Before she covers it, her eyebrows shoot up, disbelief radiating from her. "Oh, please, I hate to break your delusion, Vivian. The most successful businessmen chose a mere girl who works at a bakery. It's almost comical. I didn't realize you were so blind."