Wrongly Accused

Chapter 63

Villain POV: 

It's been years since that day, the one I'll never forget. The day I ended Raj, that filthy thief who stole my Lucy. His dead eyes staring up at me, empty and cold, gave me a rush like nothing else. And Lucy's screams. Oh, those screams from the woman who was supposed to love me, not that lowlife. She was mine, or she should've been.

Lucy was a dream, a perfect doll I wanted to keep for myself. I was so close to winning her over, playing the good guy, until that snake Riddhima ruined everything. She told Lucy the truth about me, showed her the monster I hid so well. Lucy looked at me like I was trash, and Raj jumped at the chance to take her from me. They ran off, thinking they could hide. But I don't give up. If I couldn't have Lucy, no one would.

It took years to track them down. Years of hunting, but I loved every second of it. When I finally got to them, killing Raj felt like justice. Lucy's cries were like music, her pain a gift to my twisted heart. I let their daughter, Amaira, live, but not out of kindness. I handed her to Amit, a man as cruel as me. Every time I see tears in her eyes, it's like Lucy's crying, like Raj is begging me to stop. It's perfect.

Suhail, that weak fool, is just like his mother, Riddhima. Always chasing feelings, family, all that nonsense. I told him over and over to toughen up, but he never listens. I made sure Pooja and Derrick messed with the files to hurt Amaira, Lucy's daughter. Watching Suhail suffer, thinking he was punishing her, was a treat. But then he had to go and fall for Amaira, Lucy's daughter. What a joke.

He's out there searching for her, fighting for her, even hurting himself to "save" her. He thinks he's some hero. Pathetic. He might believe this is all about him, but it's not. Sure, I like seeing him squirm, but that's just a bonus. What I really want is Amaira's pain. Those eyes of hers, so much like Lucy's, haunt me. They pull me in, just like her mother's did. I did everything for Lucy, gave her my all, and she picked a nobody over me. Now her daughter's here, looking just like her. Same nose, same lips, same eyes. It's like Lucy's staring back at me, mocking me.

Seeing Amaira suffer is my revenge. Every tear, every moment of fear, feels like I'm getting back at Lucy and Raj. I can't stand the thought of Suhail protecting her, playing the knight. He'd die for her, and that's the last thing I want. I need her to hurt, to break, so I can feel whole. When I look at Amaira, I see Lucy, and it drives me wild. Part of me wants to own her, to make her mine in a way I never could with her mother.

I tried it multiple times. But it was missed as her saviour brother and the fucker Rehan was behind her like shields. And I got another chance when she went to Abu Dhabi but she was in the care of Rafeeq.

But now she is solely mine. What I could not achieve with Lucy I will achieve it with her. As she is the replica of my love.

But I have to be quick. Coz that idiot son of mine is coming here. I will deal with him later. The shipments, the warehouses and the years of me building my assets. Everything was destroyed. But I do not care about that now. The person in front of me is what is exciting.

She looked at me in shock and hatred and anger. Oh, looks like little Lucy knows who I am?

"Hello, darling," I smirked, moving closer to her.

I let my fingers drift up to her face, slow and deliberate, brushing back a strand of hair that had fallen over her cheek. My knuckles grazed her skin, and I watched her flinch like a frightened rabbit.

Soft. Just like Lucy's.

I tucked the lock behind her ear, letting my hand linger just a second longer than necessary.

"So much like her," I murmured. "It's almost unfair... how perfect you are."

"You are that guy,"

"Be more specific darling. Who do you mean?"