The Sins Of The Past

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

I hate him!

"I can't stay here. Let me go. I have work back home." I clenched my fist so hard, that my nails dug my palms painfully.

"This is your home, Rachel. You don't have to work. You're my wife. Whatever is mine is yours." He leaned back and looked at me intently.

"Ah... so you want a wife who spends all your money shopping for clothes, furs and jewelries?"

"You can buy whatever you want except for jewellery. It's my pleasure to buy it for you." He cupped his glass of water and lifted it to his lips.

"That sounded so boring already. Money is not everything. It won't buy happiness."

"I'll make sure you won't get bored. I promise, I'll make you happy."

"Stop it! You won't make me happy. I want a life of my own. Away from you." I threw my hands up desperately. He couldn't understand. What is wrong with him?

He leaned towards me. His eyes were cold. "I meant what I said last night. I'm not letting you go."

His words sent chills up in my spine. It made me nervous.

"So what are we going to do the whole day? Stare at each other?"

His eyes gleamed and said sarcastically. "That's a nice suggestion. Why haven't I thought about that?"

Asshole. I murmured by myself.

I jerked up when a phone rang. Ares immediately dug his phone from his pants pocket.

"Tiffany."

Ares' face suddenly looked pale. His brows drew together in an agonised expression. He immediately stood up and faced the glass window.

"Is he okay?"

He stood immobile, listening. "Okay. I'll be there. As soon as I can."

Ares put the phone down and faced me.

"We're going to Greece."

"As in now?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"The doctor said, pappoús is dying."

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After ten hours, we arrived in Athens, Greece.

Ares was so distant ever since he received the phone call. Although we sat across each other in his private plane, he seldom talked to me.

He was very worried. I knew he loved his grandfather a lot. Mr. Niarchos raised him when his parents got a divorce. And it was so sad to know that they were not talking for seven years. That must have made the situation harder.

It was sad to know that Mr. Niarchos was dying. Ares said that his heart was generally enlarged and became so weak. He was not breathing well anymore. Considering also his age, which was eighty - he couldn't take another episode of an attack.

Although I haven't worked with him that long, he held an important place in my heart. He was so kind to me and treated me so kindly. Reading the newspapers to him every morning... singing his favourite songs... and talking to him everyday made us closer, like a family.

A chauffeur fetched us in the airport. I looked up at the amazing view of Athens. The Acropolis hill, so called the "Sacred Rock" of Athens. It was the most important site of the city. The city with the most glorious history in the world, worshipped by gods and people, a magical city.