Loving Mr.Invalid

Tell me it's a joke

"Getting a taste of karma?" I whispered

"Look what you've done!" I could tell he was panicking.

"Miss are you alright?" One of the officers asked me.

"No, please help me." I limply said. The officers started taking pictures of my eye,my bruise, and the car.

"You have the right to remain silent!" The other officers tackled him to the ground and cuffed him. He glared at me as I smirked.

"What is your name?" The officer asked

"Gianni. Gianni Walker." I responded. My phone buzzed so I looked at it

OMG. I saw on the news you were kidnapped! We should've never left you! Are you alright!?-Laura

Yea, I'm alright. Come to the police station. Come with Sana. I'll explain.- Gianni

Okay, I'm on my way.-Laura

"Miss, come with us to the police station for further questioning." They said as we got I'm their car and drove away. News cars, and paparazzi tailed us all the way there. Revenge is good.
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"Are you okay!? Wait no. You aren't okay! You just got kidnapped!" Sana cried into my shoulder

"Are those bruises real!?" Laura said feeding me chocolate that she bought to make me feel better.

"Oh, this eye bruise is fake." I say

"What about your head!?" Sana asked rubbing my forehead.

"Oh that! Its fake also. When I got into the car I knew I was gonna get pissed. So! I dapped some makeup on the passenger seat. But I didn't mean to use it as a bruise. But as a trigger to make him angry that his seats were stained." I explain. Laura and sana looked at me like really?

"Gimme back my chocolates." Laura snatched them away from my hands

"You staged this whole thing!" Sana snapped

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes

"You almost gave me a heart attack!" Laura said.

"I'm going to call your grandpa." Sana said taking put her phone. The guy earlier was in a seat being questioned by police. I smirked and continued talking to laura.

A few moments later grandpa walked in.

"Where did I go wrong when raising you?" He face palmed himself.

"I know that you staged it." He said

"And? What do you want me to do?" I asked

"Confess. That poor guy is in lots of trouble because of you." He said

"Why should I? I feel no pity for him" I said

"Gianni. I'm you grandpa.  I raised you. As long as you're living under my roof whatever I say goes. Now I won't repeat myself. Confess." He scolded

"Fine" I mumbled before walking over to the police.

"Excuse me? I have something to say." I told the officers.

"This whole thing is staged." I said ever so casually. Their faces where both shocked,disappointed, and triggered.

"You staged this!?" They shouted.
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After three hours of being scolded by police they finally let me go. Now I was with grandpa,him,and I. We were inside our living room.

"So grandpa, what is his name anyway?" I asked

"His name is Giovanni,and he's your personal butler."

"What!?" I yelled

"Have fun younger creations of youth." Grandpa said as he walked out laughing

"You've got a lot of nerve" I said sticking my finger in Giovanni's face.

"Go bring me a..." I tried to think of something that didn't exist.

"Fluffy marshmallow vanilla thing." I smirked as he bowed,and walked to the kitchen.

He can back ten minutes later with a glass of a milkshake with whipped cream making a fluffy dome on it with marshmallow bits over it. To be honest it looked really good. But I wouldn't give it to him that easy. Instead I dumped it on the carpet

"Oops! Look at the carpet! Now someone has to clean it." I smirked as he bent down to clean it.

"Oh look who's bowing. What a good boy." I mocked him

"I'm not here to be treated like a dog. I don't care who you are,but no one treats me like that." Wow. This boy has got bravery. I roll my eyes at him.

" Hm. If you want to keep this job longer, you're going to have to learn how to hold your tongue" I smile while shaking my head. His anger becomes visible, yet he keeps silent and cleans my mess.

" Sorry, ma'am." He says with his head lowered. Wow, am I intimidating? Victory feels good! I stand up and clear my throat. I drop the empty glass on the floor, shattering it into a million pieces. A smirk on my face forms as I head out of the room.