Evangeline's P.O.V
If anyone would ever ask me what I want right at this moment and without thinking twice, I would ask Rico to be slaughtered.
I'm never into shedding blood or violence but he sure makes me want to murder him right away as he sat in front of me and Adrian with a huge smirk plastered on his face, while I got a disgusted expression on my face that I'm trying my best to conceal from Adrian as he eat his dinner peacefully.
His disgusting, rough hands somehow found their way on my legs under the table and as always as a complete weak girl as my father said, I'm letting him do whatever he wants as I didn't want to create any scene in front of other people dining inside.
His eyes taunted me silently as I tried my best not to throw my guts for letting him do whatever he wants and no matter how I try to block out Abram out of my head, I still can't help but pray that he was with me here right now instead of Adrian who's unaware how uncomfortable I am.
Abram always knew when I'm comfortable and when I'm not. He always knew what I truly feel even before I said it in words and that's what made me thought that maybe we were meant for together, that he was the one for me, because he understands me but I was so wrong and stupid.
I let out a soft sigh in an attempt of trying to get Adrian's but he was too occupied with the pasta in front of him.
"Are you alright, sweet Eva?" Rico questioned with a sly smile plastered on his face.
I nodded my head at him, while I attempted to kick him on his leg as he tried to reach out for me under the table, but he caught my thigh in a firm grip with his nails digging on my flesh.
His eyes menacingly glared at me while I tried to keep a stern face, wanting to show him that I won't let him disrespect me any longer.
"Adrian can we go back now? I'm exhausted" I mumbled into Adrian's ear, which made him look up to me with a confused look as he gazed down on my untouched plate.
"You said you're hungry, but you didn't even take a single bite," Adrian exclaimed while staring down at me.
I let out a sigh as I stood up, ignoring both of their confused looks.
"I'm not hungry anymore. I want to go back. Please" I begged, as I picked up my new phone, and strode towards the exit, with coming after me utterly confused.
Adrian soon caught up and held my arm as we both continued to walk towards Rico's house with no other words exchanged.
My tongue is dying to tell him what Rico is doing to me but a voice at the of my head is preventing me because I know it would anger Adrian and he would let it take control over him.
He might do something that we both might regret. Plus, Rico is not an ordinary man.
All his life, he trained how to fight and how to defend himself. The only reason why father hired him to be my bodyguard was because he trusted him to protect, but just like me, my father failed to see his true colors.
In short, I can't let Adrian go after him and I'm not saying that he is any less, but from what I noticed with a week of staying with Adrian, he easily gets blinded with anger. He doesn't think twice before doing anything. A quality of his that reminds of Abram.
But, I think Adrian's anger issues are much less and better than Abram and yet how funny it may sound; I feel safe whenever he's around. He somehow always makes me feel assured that he'll protect me from any harm.
I wonder where we would be if he didn't just mess everything up. If he didn't just lie, if he didn't just use me as bait, everything would have been like a dream come but sadly, we don't always get what we want.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Adrian inquired, breaking me out of my own terrible thoughts as he held me closer to his body, while Rico followed behind us closely, listening to every word that left from Adrian's mouth.
I tried to brush him off and act tough but from the nasty smirk that Rico was sending to my direction, tears were threatening to come out from my eyes as anger starts to boil inside of him, but I have to wait for the right time to tell Adrian everything.
"Hey, are you listening?" He repeated, with concern increasing by the passing seconds.
"I'm alright, Adrian. Please, don't worry. I just want to go back and take some rest" I mumbled as I continued to avoid his gaze because I know, one look and he would already know that I'm lying, that I'm far away from being alright.
Reaching the house, I wasted no time getting inside up to my temporary room, planning to lock myself up and cry myself to sleep.
Pulling the door open, I plopped myself into the bed, face down, not even bothering to was my face or freshen up.
I pushed my face down into the pillow to block my scream as tears started to fall like a broken dam and my breathing became heavy and short.
My chest started to as everything came rushing down to me. How my father managed to keep my brother away from me for straight 20 years, how he kept his involvement in the mafia hidden, how he blames me for the bankruptcy of his company.
I could feel my entire body shook as I sat straight up. I wiped the tears harshly as I recalled all the things that happened these last few days.
One week has passed and yet, I still couldn't believe that I'm here in Rio, with my bodyguard who's trying his best to get inside my pants and a brother who's completely clueless about it.
I don't know what to do or where to go but all I know is that I want to go back home, back to my mother, back to Abram but at the same, I can't do that.
I can't no longer pretend that I'm fine. I can't no longer pretend that I still love that man, who only God knows what he's doing.
Laying back once again, I stare out of the window, wishing for the pain, for the agony, and for the tears to stop.
I wonder if I'm facing the karma of what my family did. If it is, then I guess I deserve it even though I'm innocent since that's what my father also did.
He used Abram's sister. He killed her and made his men rape her one by one. They said that history repeats itself but the question is, will I face the same faith?
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Deluded
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