" Love Untitled " ~ The Road To Your Heart ~ BOOK FIVE

BOOK 5 > Ch. 30 ~BURN~

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 I strongly suggest that you listen to its theme song first. I do not recommend people who are against slight violence to read this chapter. Richard Armani? It's either you hate him or otherwise. But he is so far from being your romantic Rafa Armand. And yes, you'll never understand the guy... yet. Be forewarned. 

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But that's alright because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

But that's alright because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

So maybe I'm a masochist

I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave

"Love The Way You Lie"

i...

Hacienda Ricardo. The Triple R chopper landed on top of the helipad on the biggest residence Psyche ever saw in her entire life. Rafa Armand's Villa Diamante was huge enough to put her in real awe. But this... this land that Richard Armani inherited from his uncle Ricardo Arman blew her away. It was as if she was brought to a King's palace worthy of being a tourist destination. The exterior design was deliberately to make it look like a castle out of Medieval period, that the mansion's walls were made of strong, red bricks, with rows of tall towers each proudly standing facing the East. That didn't stop there. When Victor escorted her inside the Castro's extravagant abode, Psyche was floored, she never thought that Richard Armani's place would be as lavish like how she saw it. The palace might not have the proper furniture to call it a home because it was just all plain walls and pillars, but it was as if she was pulled back to Victorian era where the thick carpet were red, house pillars were dusted with gold, and high ceilings were emphasized with dramatic, overwhelming chandeliers that has diamonds in it. Psyche was in disbelief. These type of stressed designed can only be seen on paintings, in high churches or in Disney castles. Then there was the grand staircase and how it displayed the real elegance of the whole place. The thick red curtains that expanded from ceiling to floor and the terraces are like those of Romeo and Juliet story. It was too much.

Psyche was brought in one of the large rooms on the second floor and she could guess that this is going to be where she will stay. According to one of the helpers, there are at least a hundred rooms all over the castle. Some of them weren't discovered yet since Richard Armani wasn't the type who really stayed in Baras, Rizal. Although the entire place was something that she was so impressed about, Psyche wasn't so much of a fan when she saw the empty corridors. She was a little scared of it since it looked like it was taken out of a dark Dracula's spacious hallway, only being lighted by torch-like bulbs. When she entered her room though, she was once again swept away by astonishment when she saw an oversize bed, with four side bed post, and a lace champagne colored canopy draping on it. Then of course, there was the chandelier again and the walls painted with gold and cream. When she checked the side of it, instantly she saw her purple trolley bag, a reminder that she should have been in Jolo, Sulu by this time. But she wasn't given any choice. Especially when she was introduced to Richard Armani's personal shopper and her crew of makeup artist. They pulled a whole dress rack that has branded casual, evening dresses hanging on it. The staff gave her the warmest welcome, as she was asked to take a quick shower in bathroom that looks like it formerly belonged to Queen Cleopatra. What the EF. The elegant golden bathtub was part of the floor itself. And again, there were thick pillars surrounding it and an average size chandelier on top of it. What is this place? A museum? When she was done doing so, the makeup artists was quick to arrange her hair and makeup, while they tell her how the servants below were busy arranging the garden. For the very first time that Richard Armani owned the Villa, he finally held an event here. Her makeup done, her hair held by different sizes of curlers, while she only wore a robe, when the staff left her for a while in front of the three mirror vanity drawer. Quickly, she pulled out her mobile and checked it. She saw fifty missed calls and fourteen text messages. She was about to open her inbox, when Phyton called. Her face instantly smiled. It was as if for the first time that day, she found another person to support her. She needed that badly. She needed a family.